Hello bloglings!
It's been about a million years since I've updated my blog. A lot has happened... a lot has changed. I've grown as a person and lost as one too. There is no way that I'll ever be able to synthasize the past few months in a few pithy paragraphs, so I'll just go on with the narrative of life from here, and just take minor trips to the department of backstory when I have to.
I'm trying to think of things to say here because looking back on some of my prior posts I have talked about some rather diverse topics, and held some interesting philosophical, mental debates. I'm almost afraid that whatever I felt back then isn't going to be good enough to talk about now for some reason.
I have some new friends, let's see.. what shall I call them. I guess the first one I'll call Elf. She looks like an elf, kinda.. if you squint a little. At least that's what some other friends of mine think. Now, what to call Elf's husband.. hmm.. I can't call him Bear cause that's me.. I know. He got me hooked on Neopets, so I'll call him the NeoMaster! Yeah, now we're cooking with gas! Alright, the new roommate is easy. Roomie.. hehe. I know, lame and corny, but it works. Just two more that I can think of that might be important.. two other friends. I'll call one of them Cat Lady cause she has a load of cats at home, and now I've just got to think of a name for her husband.. hmm.. He's not interested in sex pretty much, which adds an interesting dynamic to a whole bunch of relationships. I think I'll call him Neuter Man. Alright, so we've got Elf, NeoMaster, Roomie, Cat Lady (who'll be abbreviated to Cat most likely) and Neuter Man (who I'll just call Neuter). Yay.. nomenclature time over with.
F just found out this weekend that his daddy has emphasyma. It's really throwing him for a loop. It's the first time he's ever came face to face with the fact that one day his parents are going to die. He's only ever lost a couple of people in his life, and none as an adult, so this realization is really hitting him a lot harder than it would hit me. I've been aware of my parents mortality since I was 7. I guess it's a side effect of having a chronically ill mother. I grew up knowing how it feels to have my mom in and out of hospitals, wondering if this was going to be the last Christmas I had with her.
I can't finish this post. Trust me, I'll get to it later.. I'm sure of it.
