May 16, 2003
the other night boy (boy of old, source of many of my better posts) left a very funny message screaming into my cell phone voice mail. "fuck, i'm fucking tired of getting your fucking voicemail, fucking call me back. i hope you're doing ok, it really sucks about diva". he is funny, and even though nothing is nothing even after knowing him a year and a half, he still gives me the squishy stomach feeling. i'm not at all sure what that's about.
the elves follow him, his life is never simple.
me, yes, i'm doing ok. death really tends to snap things back into perspective.
for the love of mary, please enjoy every minute, love those around you, including the furry ones. do what is important, do what is fun. make this life count.
Posted by rosebaby at May 16, 2003 03:55 PM
true, true, true. Love it all.
To a great degree I think our furry friends help keep this message conscious. at least, for me they do.
(As an aside, holy COW Buck is getting big!)
Posted by: Ciam on May 17, 2003 07:14 PM