the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
8:48 a.m. + 2004-07-31 = bypass surgery.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
i lay in bed at 10pm watching episodes of south park that my magical foster child has recorded (the Time-Warner ripoff of Tevo)... and i missed him-whose-name-i-don't-mention-here. and it's silly, really. cos i was not mourning some happytime that had ever bothered to manifest... but rather, i lay there missing the way we almost-never were. [[read that again. wrap your heads around it.]]
then i awoke at 2am. and so gutwrenchingly missed brian that i stopped breathing for 30 seconds...gasped for breath...screamed into pillow[s].
it could've happened last night. it could've happened a week ago. it might even be both, last night and a week ago.
...or it happens much too often, more-than-i-care-to-admit often.
and i'm only writing this shit down because it's not coming out in song.... and maybe this is me --just trying to get this cholesterol out of my aorta.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
comments?? --->[thisaway]--->[[looks to me as though there are...]]---> 0 repercussions thus far
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
[prologue] *** [epilogue] ***[plottwist!]
[[erstwhile]] ***** [[forthwith]]