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Well

Wed Jul 15, 2009, 4:13 PM
I had an amazing time
on this little ol' rock called Madeline Island
in lake superior for the last two weeks.
Nothing but drinking, spanging *spare changing* people
For some more booze, sleeping outside in sleeping bags
Smoked a bunch, cliff jumped, found sanctuary and food in a 24 hour opened church
And all we had to do was wash the dishes afterword’s.
You know, show some fucking respect and all.
Met so many new and interesting people,
OPEN CONTAINER LAW!
Got a disorderly for having too much of a good time,
Partied at Moe’s Place-
all in all an astounding time.

Then
I come home to the news of my grandmother passing.
Instant depression.
This fucking sucks and i cant understand it.
i no longer have grandparents, with the death of my grammy
Charlotte Quesenberry.

Rest In Peace

  • Mood: Suffering
  • Listening to: silence
  • Reading: some william carlos williams
  • Watching: the clock still ticking
  • Playing: the part of a crying shame
  • Eating: booze
  • Drinking: specifically? Jack Daniels.

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:icondeliriously-dying:
=(
::super hugs::


--
under the water,
you left me drowning.
:icontuishimi:
Sorry, man. I have no grand parents left either. :(

--
...be quick to listen, slow to speak, slow to anger...
:iconrider-on-the-storm:
how did or how are you taking it?
right now just sucks for me.

--
"in america as the media hushes
millions of eyes float to the marble
of time where a stroke causes a collapse"
- splinter (wallpaper)
:iconrider-on-the-storm:
::super hugs back::

--
"in america as the media hushes
millions of eyes float to the marble
of time where a stroke causes a collapse"
- splinter (wallpaper)
:icontuishimi:
Well, I wasn't very close to my mother's parents, but I was closer to her grandmother, my great grandmother. She was a sweetheart. I remember her saying for about 20 years "The good Lord willing he'll take me any day!"

And my father's father died before I was born, but I miss my father's mother. She was another sweetheart. She died of a broken heart. :( Her daughter (my Aunt) died young which was bad enough, but then her (my Aunt's) daughter (my cousin) died young and my grandmother just let go after that.

I think it affected me more when my father died... but in a way I was relieved because he had been suffering for years.

I don't know... it affects me... but probably more subtly than it does you, you wear your emotion on your sleeve (more or less) and I am more withdrawn.

--
...be quick to listen, slow to speak, slow to anger...
:iconyearningtofly:
ahhh dear i'm so sorry )-: she was a neat lady..but i'm sure she is at peace.

let william carlos get you through it..and me too.
i'm here for you always. <3

--
Poppies bleed petals of sheer excess. You and I, this sweet battleground.
:icondeliriously-dying:
Call me if you need to.
I'm around. :heart:


--
under the water,
you left me drowning.
:iconrider-on-the-storm:
thank you :)

--
"in america as the media hushes
millions of eyes float to the marble
of time where a stroke causes a collapse"
- splinter (wallpaper)
:iconrider-on-the-storm:
thank you cassie
tell me when you're back
and then we can meet up

--
"in america as the media hushes
millions of eyes float to the marble
of time where a stroke causes a collapse"
- splinter (wallpaper)

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