They're Necro-OM-NOM-NOM-acontastic!

My message box is on the E side of things. What’s up with that?

Every anon ask you’ve ever received has been from me.

how does this make you feel?

I do my very best to avoid weddings as well as funerals. The first something that’s said to be permanent but is not, the second is and no one really wishes that it was. 

The first funeral I went to was for my Great Grandma Kay. She was born in 1912, died at 94 years old due to an accident in the home as well as negligence from her care takers. Still as smart and fast as a whip. Not in terrible health, didn’t need oxygen, medication, assistance for the most part. She was just old, tired, worn out.

Her funeral was in the middle of the summer, blazing hot, humid, Georgia. She was such a huge part of everyone’s lives and upbringings that every family member, no matter how far away, came to ‘pay their respects’.

The funeral home where we had her ‘wake’ was terrible. We didn’t want a viewing, we all wanted to remember her as she was, not some dolled up corpse in a fine wooden box to be stared at like some piece of art or design.

The directors saw it differently, they kept nudging and checking to make sure we didn’t want an open casket.

At some point I went outside to have a cigarette and to comfort my cousin Amy. Coming back in, one of the staff asked “Are you supposed to be in here?”—- You know, me… the one who had seen this man, the one who’s sorry for my loss, the one who’s been sitting across the table from me arranging and planning a scheming and seeing how much money he could weasel out of my family.

I told him “Yes, my grandmother’s dead in the next room, mind if I come in?” To which he looked very befuddled, made an excuse, smiled and scampered off in to an office or something of the nature.

The church at the cemetery was full when we got there with the casket and funeral directors. Once again showing what greedy assholes they were. It was full because someone else was having a funeral. We were asked to wait outside while they finished their service. I really didn’t care to make some other grieving family feel like they were in our way. It felt like asking them why who ever was in their coffin had to die THEN, couldn’t he have held out for a day, because they were really in our way….

I and 4 other strapping young lads from our family carried her in her casket from the hearse to the grave side. Words were said, silence was had and she was lowered in the the ground, right next to her husband who has left her many many years ago.

I was thanked for being so strong, for not shedding a tear, for being their when people really needed me the most, for being full of kind words.

And that, as much as any other reason, was the last funeral I attended. I don’t cry at funerals, I’m always full of kind words, I always do what I can to be there for anyone. I don’t really like that the only time anyone thanks me for this is when they’re distraught and grief stricken. I don’t really like that the only time my entire family gets together is when someone dies. I don’t like that no one in my family is stable enough to lean on unless someone dies. I don’t like that everyone knows that and no one says anything about it.

Best friends, for me, are few and far…

So, it’s hard to answer. I have a lot of really good friends, but I hardly get to see them. As time has gone on in my life, whoever I’m dating at the time generally is my best friend. For the time being I’m mostly single, while I’d rather not be and I hope not to be in the near future, despite any previous ideas or thoughts I or anyone may have had about me and dating. Occasionally the right person comes along, and when they do I stay committed.

I’ll keep whatever details I feel like to myself, thank you.

Woke up in a cabin near the Tallulah gorge in GA next to a pretty amazing person, as far as I can tell. Said person has their own issues waking up so there was much coaxing and prodding and grumbling before anyone actually got out of bed to get on the road  back to Atlanta. Washed the dishes, pack everything, loaded the car, put the dogs in, drove down the mountain with the sunlight blazing through the mist, blinding us every mile of the way. Stopped to get coffee and cigarettes, stood out front and both smoke and drank our different coffees and cigarettes respectively.

Walked back to the car, was told how sweet our dogs were. Hit the road again. Drove through a cloud tall and dense enough that the sun disappeared. Drove and drove and drove. 90 some miles, several different highways, jokes and conversations on the way, smiles, laughter, what life should be all about.

Got to her place earlier than expected, grumbled about being sore, loaded things from her car in to mine took a nap, grumbled and got up, she left and came back shortly after, consoled, comforted, laughed and smiled yet more, were sweet, drove home.

Forgot my sunglasses, more blindness.

Got home, conversations with my step-mom, petted the cat, took the dog out, smoked a cigarette, made some garlic bread, watched some tv, uploaded some pictures, texted and talked on the phone, tv, cigarette, dog outside, tv, texting and lastly, writing this.

Even through any bad, it was a great and is a great day.

and I know who, of course….

but then I gained two…so… yeah, Win.

nelinamarie:

cthuloops:

nelinamarie:

I mean, I know you love me and all, but you just gotta know that I am a free woman, ok.

I mean, you have dreads and you’re a ginger, and you know I’m a sucker for those things.

But I think I’ve matured and have grown out of that silly phase.

Mister Tim is just kyoot, ok.

Ily, tho.

Done broke my feelers :c

I can only frown sooo hard…

:C

nelinamarie:

I mean, I know you love me and all, but you just gotta know that I am a free woman, ok.

I mean, you have dreads and you’re a ginger, and you know I’m a sucker for those things.

But I think I’ve matured and have grown out of that silly phase.

Mister Tim is just kyoot, ok.

Ily, tho.

Done broke my feelers :c

Working tomorrow, and tomorrow only, but I need the money til I find a real job…

Then I’m going to tallulah until friday to stay in a cabin with a frand.

Apart from today, this week couldn’t be much better.

demolition, as far as I can tell. Gutting an old apartment complex so they can remodel it.

I’ve got everything I need, boots, mask, crowbar, gloves… but I haven’t worn shoes in so long, after looking, I realized that I don’t even own a single pair of socks anymore. This is a problem.