there's too much pain & not enough love in this world.

what can i say about this weekend? it was ROUGH. rougher than the leg hairs on a lumberjack dyke who lives on the land out west somewhere. it hurt. flat out, hurt.
but that has taken back seat to a much bigger heartache; honey's cousin passed away this morning. i know the heartache of the universe stealing a loved one from this realm all too soon. that loved one died september 18th, 1997. that twelfth anniversary is in just 3 days. everything happens in three's. when my Nana died, that too, occurred in three's: Princess Diana, Mother Theresa, and my Nana. my heart, soul, and all the love i can give are with my Honey Pot & her family. i love you, my pookie-doodlebug.
well today, honey's cousin died, along with patrick swayze. who's numero tres? last time i questioned this, freaking michael jackson died.

suck it, Bama!!

too many deaths lately. way too many. virginia tech students, DJ AM (the guy who was with Travis Barker in the deadly plane crash here in Columbia, SC), Dominick Dunne, Ted Kennedy, that model that got stuffed into a suitcase by her husband who was on some trashy-ass VH1 "reality show" (that obviously attains its contestants from the likes of here and broke down strip joints where you can snort a line of coke off of a two cent slut from Alabama called "Bama Baby" for an additional $5), Sam the koala, and Eunice Kennedy Shriver.




its time to take hold those you love, get em close, hug em, and say ya love em.