so yeah. jeb's gone. the family wants a private funeral. in life the gays can't marry who they want to, so i guess in death they can't have the friends they want to either. can't have the gays runnin around tellin the truth about why your son is dead, right?
I thought I was depressed but I'm thinking now after naps and drixoral that I just had killer allergies.
I'm on book 5 of the Dresden Files. It's like magick crack.
I can tell i'm back to my usual self cuz I started hating people again and laughing about it =]
Crabtree has guilted me into participating in the International AIDS candlelight memorial vigil in light of current events. "You see Felipe. THIS is why we do it!" I get so angry at people who make stupid sexual choices but when you're sick and/or dying I don't guess your anger and judgment is what your friends really need. Guess that means I'll start doing hiv benefits again
Doug's House (project transitions) cared for him at the end so if anyone ever needs a charity to donate to, they could use a buck. Sometimes even soap, toothpaste, toilet paper even. Check their wishlist
This all sounds morose but really it's not. Getting on with it is always life affirming. I'm remembering the good times and telling myself I should live life fully because not everyone gets a chance to. Jeb and I used to just go crazy when this song came out. It came out around the time I started dj'ing and around the time I met him. It's the first song I always play when I get in the car for long distance travel. It makes my spirit soar even now