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If you could look like anything...anything at all....what would you look like? I'd be the wind. ...........It's easy to be someone's friend when all you need is someone to console you. It's much harder to be there for them when they're happy all the time. .............Even when I say nothing, it's a beautiful use of negative space.


























Blind Eyes Closed
 
Wednesday, August 13, 2003
sexy sexy Blogger....  
New reason why Blogger rawks my socks: xanga has been attacked all day and the site is down and all the subsequent online diaries are down. Which makes me do a little dance 'cause I know I rule, but it also kind of sucks 'cause half of what I do at work is read other people's diaries, and half of the diaries I read are hosted at xanga. So I've actually had to do WORK. It's weird.

Last night we had a "family meeting." We went through this little brochure and picked a stone for Daddy's grave. No one cried. We joked. It was like we always are. And now I"m scared that things concerning dad's death are going to become too normal. I want to be phazed by doing things like that. I want to remember being hurt that he's gone. I am hurt that he's gone, but I want to feel it. I don't want to be used to it yet. I'm worried that it's the first step to forgetting how wonderful he was when he was alive, and his role in my childhood. I guess that means I'm not young anymore, and that scares me. I never want to grow away from this.
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