On the way to work I started thinking, I've been doing that some here lately. Time to blow the dust off the old brain I guess. Get some things to moving, because it's been a while. Since I've really thought about anything.
Mama Monkey Butt said the cancer was/is killing her. She said this to me on Saturday and though I wasn't strong enough to hold back the tears. To not let her see me cry, because she doesn't need that. She needs me to be strong, she doesn't need to worry about me falling apart. I can't fall apart, I'm her inspiration to keep on pushing. Because no matter what she thinks, or wants to think. She can beat this. I think. I know it's going to take more than just me saying so though. She has to believe it as well. I think I hope she knows she can beat this. Defy her God and all of science and take this bitch down like no one's business! It can and will happen.
Should I be sad? I don't think I can, because honestly, I never see them just as I may never meet all of you. But you guys and gals are much better friends than those I live next door too. Just goes to show, what you find in the world. We aren't all wacked out messes who could care less about those they should love and or care about. You Dingleberries are much better friends than most of those I've called friends for upwards of ten years. I think perhaps I've come to a crossroads in life and I must start weeding out those who just aren't a good fit for me anymore.
Getting old is weird.... Isn't it? This is my thoughts here lately, I blogged about them recently as well, some of you may remember. If not, welcome to my messed up world.
Hang in there!