something something something... whore.
i hope it's a good speech. he's got it in him. heck, he's already delivered it. we turned a deaf ear. i hope it's a great speech.
seating arrangements will be funny. boner and pillozi swapping pills. and can tans. er...
i hope it's a great speech. i hope this 2 term prez goes down as one of the greatest prez's of all time. because, well, he already is. he's already given that speech.
he's a good man. a good husband, father, mentor. a great prez?
i hope he gives a great speech, one that the forefathers perhaps intended to give but refrained from because james madison hadn't invented facebook yet.
he's a good man. so what if his elegant, beautiful wife is smarter than he is. we already knew that. but here's the thing: he's smart enough to know that too. he's a good man. doing his job. let him do his job.
let this speech be great. so that he can be.
my dad was a great man; almost as great a person as my mom. let barry be quietly great, like they were. seriously.
and jesus wept.
something something something... prick.
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=087Bv3p4KLQ&NR=1
hey, iso. thanks for that. (fingers crossed.)
He tends to give his best speeches when he needs to. I expect one tonight. I'll be curious to hear how he handles the new seating arrangement. Humor probably.
I watched the Bachelor again last night. While they were rappelling down the outside of the building I thought "How is it that I'm watching this while my eyes are bleeding?"
i'll be honest, michael. i'm having a tough week. i'm not sure what it is. doubt, fear, sadness. i think in some sense i lose my focus of what i'm trying to do. but there's a good glee rerun, and then a speech by a guy i really like. i think al and jack are coming this weekend to work on a song for our nephew's wedding. a parody. but why am i so afraid?
Afraid? I don't know why. You have friends and family who love you. You have a good dog, and a house to fix up. You're talented, funny, likable, smart. Stress kills, my friend, and worrying never helped anyone with any thing. Sadness? That's one of personal emotions. Only you know why you're sad.
hey by the way...it's schmutzie--@hotmail if you need any help/advice with the house and stuff.
sometimes i just feel like giving up.
You're stronger than that. I have confidence in you. You're a talented guy. So fuck giving up.
State of the Union addresses, even for great speakers, can be a bit dry. John Boehner looks like he needs a smoke-break.
you're a good man, and a good friend. i think i need to cut more fuel. but dang i miss him and her. i miss them.
i miss them. i'm 43, and i miss my mom and dad.
I kinda sensed you were having one of those weeks, so if I seem a bit overly free with the advice, just tell me to fuck off. I'm 51 and I miss my dad every day. I talk to him every day too. Slaps me around whenever I start getting scared. He never gave up.
You had great parents who raised a fine son. Gone too soon. They'd be proud of you. You have family who love you and who are willing to help you out, and friends who would do the same. You got plenty going for you my friend.
Okay, I'll fuck off and shut up now.
Make more snow angels. The dog will get used to it.
Spring is coming.
well, i give up. crap.
I'm not sure if Moonpie is an angel, but she's certainly a good companion. Oh and, fuck giving up. 'nite Swit.
switters, this is a tough week, leading up to a very sad anniversary for you. Please come back here often and write about her, I love reading what you say, I love reading and learning her history. You honor her life and infuse it with meaning when you do that, its a beautiful thing. It hasn't been lost on me or anyone else here that not only were the dates only a day apart, but both yours and Iso's losses are sort of linked; you're a son grieving for his mother and Iso is a mother grieving for her son.
(ps: I hope that doesn't sound trite, grief is individual, personal and unique as the person you loved so much)
p.s.s: seems somehow sacriligeous to talk about her in the comments of a post about The Bachelor...
Buck up, dear. We're here for you. We simply do not allow giving up by anyone we worry about. Bright is correct, Spring is coming. Even the snow is brighter now. And topazz, that was beautiful and true. We love reading this blog, m'dear.
I find it very hard to read about loss, can't advise anything, but I do care. Living decently and cherishing memory may well be the only fitting fuck-you we have in answer to that good night, but I don't have any useful insights on that one.
Although... may not be a bad idea to reassess when the temperature breaks positive digits and you can see the ground again. (I do have an idea of what holing up with bad-taste television about prostitution, not to mention The Bachelor, might do to me.)
I, too, love the prez. Unabashed.
And my parents.
And people who love their parents, and write about. Especially 43 year old people.
Its real, love.
Take care, man. It's cold down here in the south too. But sunny.
Dude, I am so going to require that you send me, or one of your regular commenters, contact information. Bastard.
I just spoke with your boy moments ago. He's okay.
Thank you Tia. In this as in so many other ways, you rock. (I lurk on your blog.)
My country's in meltdown mode, folks falling arse over tits into the abyss ...
so I'm watching True Grit. What ever happened to Portis? My brother says someone said he might have become Cormac McCarthy except he wanted to hold on to his sense of humour. Can't fault them priorities.
Netflix, eh. Can I pirate Black Swan from there?
here you go, john...http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=reraMHOIQ1k
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