Don't Come Crying to Me

okay so a couple of things.

first i ignore rules of grammar, spelling, capitalization and punctuation, usually, so don't waste your precious time by pointing these things out. "Why yes, I do realize that blogger has a spell check. I didn't use it because it's friggin boring."

second i do try not to get serious or babble on about deep issues, though occasionally i will.

third if you can pick out the theme to all of my post titles you will maybe get a cookie or a nonsarcastic "way to go skippy" at the very least.

lastly, thanks for coming, who are you and why are you reading this? you must be bored.



Tuesday, August 3, 2010

your presence still lingers here

so am in the middle of purging things getting organized.

inevitably i came across a box of pictures and other memorabilia. some of it was good, some very painful. i found letters from my friend mike that he sent me over the summer between 9th and 10th grade when we were "dating". yeah it was just weird.

july 12th was 13 years since he passed. i tried not to cry in front of the kids. it was hard. i still miss him. i still get angry that he fell into the junkie trap, like pilar, like alot of people we loved. some are still here, some aren't but i miss mikers the most.

he would find it cool that PKGST was born 15 years to the day that matt died. i forget about that often, he would never let me forget that.

that's all i'm too tired to delve deeper.
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