Friday, December 29, 2006
December felt a lot like this...
This last month has been a gut-punch, and truly, my guts are aching. Even just today, my friend/accupressurist came over to move some of that pain around, and it worked for the most part, but there's still plenty of bile stored up in the small spaces. Getting dumped was bad enough. Add to that the weird car, the burst water pipe (thanks to the mid-month freeze), Christmas, and then, topper of all toppers, losing little man Lecky. Here's a photo of him the day before things went sideways: a smiling champ to the end.
So yeah, bring on 2007. Nicki and I had this same conversation at the end of last year, after she'd lost her marriage and I'd lost my mother. Fuck. Enough's enough. Still, 2006 had a lot that was great. Big things like Robson Arms, small things like stitch'n'bitching with Jenny Hart. Buying a place, despite pipe infraction. Buying a car, despite ad infinitum. Discovering quinoa and the gym and my own abdomen. Which still really hurts. So, 2007, whaddya got? A feature that's due to go into production at the top of the year, an MOW that will hopefully see the light of camera, a trip to France with my pops. All in all, that sounds much better already, no?
Sunday, December 10, 2006
the best way to understand is that he was this perfect boyfriend and then one day we got up, we had breakfast, he went out into the the world, and zombies ate his brain.
that's the only thing that seems to make sense.
I'll get it again.
Thursday, December 07, 2006
This morning it was like I awoke from an amazing dream. You know the kind. Where your waking life is nowhere near as magical or sensical or clear, so you try to fall asleep right away to get it all back, but you can't.
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