oh, everything's cruel according to you
Oct. 2nd, 2009 01:45 pm*please note: i'm just talking about this stuff because I want to talk about it, not because i want sympathy. that will just make me feel awkward and weird. thank you!*
- So a family friend has just been diagnosed with a terminal cancer, and the doctor has said that she doesn't have much time. She's more my mom's friend than mine, but the idea that she is losing her life so quickly and at age thirty-six is unbearably ugly. It's been depressing us and for a family whose unspoken motto is "YOUR DISPLAY OF EMOTION EMBARRASSES US ALL" the depression is finding peculiar outlets. My mother remarked on the luxurious roll of three-ply bathroom tissue in our downstairs washroom the other night, and my father firmly decided that from now on he is going to buy ONLY fancy three-ply bathroom tissue; I immediately panicked and screamed, "wait but -- no! we can't! it's made from virgin forests!" It's like a gong show.
- to deal with this, I bought a meatball sub and a bottle of happy pills from a vitamin supplement store. I haven't researched what the hell is in the pills yet, but they claim to ameliorate stress and pms, elevate the mood, and regulate sleep. I actually became one of Those Customers at the moment of purchase and told the dude at the counter, "you know it would help make me happy if these pills were cheaper"; it was one of those situations where I heard myself saying something in my mother's voice and just cringed inside even though I kept talking. Fortunately I will never have to go in that store again.
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cathexys: this chick is too fucking adorable. In addition to supporting her cause, I am also happy to see genre representation. Brown folk can be ineffably twee hipsters too, y'all!
- ( thoughts on flash forward )
- So a family friend has just been diagnosed with a terminal cancer, and the doctor has said that she doesn't have much time. She's more my mom's friend than mine, but the idea that she is losing her life so quickly and at age thirty-six is unbearably ugly. It's been depressing us and for a family whose unspoken motto is "YOUR DISPLAY OF EMOTION EMBARRASSES US ALL" the depression is finding peculiar outlets. My mother remarked on the luxurious roll of three-ply bathroom tissue in our downstairs washroom the other night, and my father firmly decided that from now on he is going to buy ONLY fancy three-ply bathroom tissue; I immediately panicked and screamed, "wait but -- no! we can't! it's made from virgin forests!" It's like a gong show.
- to deal with this, I bought a meatball sub and a bottle of happy pills from a vitamin supplement store. I haven't researched what the hell is in the pills yet, but they claim to ameliorate stress and pms, elevate the mood, and regulate sleep. I actually became one of Those Customers at the moment of purchase and told the dude at the counter, "you know it would help make me happy if these pills were cheaper"; it was one of those situations where I heard myself saying something in my mother's voice and just cringed inside even though I kept talking. Fortunately I will never have to go in that store again.
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cathexys: this chick is too fucking adorable. In addition to supporting her cause, I am also happy to see genre representation. Brown folk can be ineffably twee hipsters too, y'all!- ( thoughts on flash forward )
