Dec. 3rd, 2003

fox: fiona knows charles does not love her. (heart)
it's a month today (wednesday) since my aunt died. (she's been dead longer than i even knew she was sick. wow, is life a bitch sometimes or what.) and on a day-to-day basis, my life is [as] normal [as my life ever gets] -- but every so often, when i should be doing something else (such as, often, going to sleep; what am i doing up at this hour?), some synapse in my brain reminds me that she's gone. and it's like some elaborate setup-for-a-practical-joke type thing: there's a tiny little germ of a thought, that's right, she's gone, and before you have time to catch your breath or even turn around and face it, the whole fact whacks you up the back of your head. that's right, she's gone. and my throat tightens, and my chest aches.
fox: my left eye.  "ceci n'est pas une fox." (thin ice)
anyone know anything about this new girl on MA? between her and you-know-who, it looks like we could be in for a fun evening.

apologies in advance to [livejournal.com profile] sithdragn, although i promise i'll behave ...
fox: arctic fox:  time to hibernate (hibernate)
yeah, that was me overreacting. stress? just a little. this is a public apology to This New Girl On MA*, and now i'm going to make some tea and do this problem set for my comps.

*but not QY; she's still right on the edge of being a total troll.

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