I’m completely in love with my gay best friend…is this a soap opera yet?
Obviously I’m not in a different universe and I’m not an astronaut who found an amazing new planet and dubbed it Earth 2.0 (it would be called Pistachio).
I’ve been in Italy almost two years, and I leave in a few months. Being here is like being in a different world sometimes. As much as I love it here, everything is so very different from home and so different from Korea as well. It’s weird to think that all of these places that I have lived exist on one planet and that there are so many more different places still.
Dad and Mom will be here next week. I need to clean. I cannot wait to show them my world right before I leave it. I think it will be cathartic to take them through all of my favourite places – many of which I will probably see for the last time. I want to take them to Cellini and that Mediterranean restaurant in Brugnera with the cous cous. I want to show them my 4 mile walking loop that goes by rivers and through sheep shit as well as corn fields. I cannot wait to show them Florence. My beautiful favourite city.
And, nearer home than Florence, I want to introduce them to my butcher. My bartender (there’s only one bar in my town), my grocers, my baker. My little town has everything I need to survive and if I didn’t need to leave it for work, I probably never would. Fuck the mall in Pordenone. Sushi in Sacile? Who needs it? I’m in ITALY and Fenix cafè has pasta like you wouldn’t believe.
It will be good to go back to Korea, but I wish I was staying here a bit longer.
Friday is my promotion to the next rank. I’ve been waiting for this for a long time. Wish me luck.
My best friend for the last 20 years stayed with me for six whole weeks, it was amazing! We did Pisa, Florence, Rome, random lakes and beaches, the Netherlands, the Czech Republic…traveled everywhere and slept very little.
She’s a recovering anorexic, and I just gotta say that since she left a week ago it’s been really nice not to hear, “have I gained weight? I feel so fat!” from someone literally 50 pounds lighter than me.
I love her so much but I have to think about my mental health as well.
Last year Relay for Life in my community kind of sucked.
This year I wanted to head up the entire thing, but they already had a leader (who had no idea what Relay for Life was), so they gave me Entertainment.
Relay for Life is in 17 days.
I have a committee of 3 other people who are supposed to be helping me. One girl has a kid and was like, “OH! I’ll take all of the children’s activities! It’ll be great!”.
One guy was like, “let me figure out what movies to play in the wee hours, and do prizes for competitions”.
The other guy said, “let me co-chair. I’ll ease the stress and do shit you don’t want to do”.
They all had their assignments months ago.
I haven’t been able to get in touch with any of them recently.
I’m. Stressing. Out.
Especially with just losing Kylie to ovarian cancer…I want this event to be the best R4L that has ever been put on in this community.
I want people excited for 24 hours. I want them to love the event and to be passionate about the cause.
I can’t sleep. I’m so worried that everything is going to go wrong. My two bands (one of which the co-chair is supposed to be coordinating but WHO THE FUCK KNOWS) and 3 DJs are going to back out. The girl who’s supposed to be doing all of the children’s activities will never get back to me (I’ve called, e-mailed and texted constantly. I even hit her up on FB) so I won’t be able to give her the money budgeted for children’s shit and I’m going to have to do all of it like three days before.
AND WHAT THE FUCK ARE WE DOING FOR PRIZES?????? 2.5 WEEKS OUT. 2.5. NOTHING. JKLDFSJAKL;DJFKL;ASDJFKL;DSAJFKL;SJFLK;DSAJFKLAS;JFDKLAS;JFKADLS;JFDKLSAJFAKL;SJDFKLASDJFLKSAJFLKADSJFKLASJFKLASDJFKDLSAJFDKL;SADJKS
Lost another one. It’s been a few years, but my middle school memories are full of her laughter.
She taught me the word “piss”. I said it when I got home from the youth group retreat and my Mom slapped me across the face.
Maybe if I had kept touch with her I would believe in a kind and loving God, but how can I when he takes all the best people?
If you’re going to take them, God, take them early. Early enough that only their families truly feel it. If they’re good enough to not feel the pain of growing up, don’t force that on them.
At leat she went quickly. Diagnosed, and dead a week later.
by A.H. I don’t know who A.H. is, but I love this poem.
Lord, I am tired of
things being hard. They say
that only the good die
young, but I’m
And I wonder why I’ve never been
good enough for you
to take early,
and God I am
tired of being
here when all
the lights are
If I were to go
by my own hand
and spill my blood
in the war under
this skin of
then I’d be no good
for you at all,
and I am tired of things being
I am tired
of these same six prayers
of the waking breaths and
the half-dying and
all the things
all the never-living and
that no-one mourns.
Lord, I am tired of things
and I am tired
of the darkness,
and this person who ghosts
bones of mine
is a stranger, Lord,
and I’d cast them out
if I thought you’d care.
This soul of mine is
a wasteland, Lord;
and dust upon it
so that men may mourn for
me and all the
things I never
These bones of mine are
a house, Lord;
I built a home
beneath flesh and bone
and walled myself up
in my skeleton
and prayed through my
This skin of mine is
I can tell where I’ve
been from the
lines by my eyes
and the space
around my little
but you haven’t found me,
Lord, and God knows
I have searched
Lord, I am tired of
things being hard.
Lord, I am tired of
things being hard.
My parent’s both work 60 hours a week at least. They work until they barely have time for their family and then some. And they have three kids living at home right now that they have to factor in to everything (two are going off to college, one next week and one two weeks later. But still). And I’m here in New Mexico for two weeks, and when I offer to fly my Mom out for three 1/2 days of hang time, my Dad says, “I don’t feel like we can afford for her to miss work”. I get that. I do. Neither of them make what they deserve, and the place that they live in sucks a lot of money out of them. I’m partially to blame for that. The last time they re-mortgaged the house was for me. So that I could go to boarding school.
But it’s four days, one of which she isn’t even scheduled to work. And I feel like she (and Dad) works too much for too little to not be able to miss a couple of days of work. And I know that they’re not the only ones. But it’s not right. If I’m willing to pay for her flight and I already have the hotel then there should never be a problem. It makes me so angry that they have this problem.
And they never let me send money home. 90% of my friends send money to their parents every month to help them make the bills and all that. And my parents have never let me, which is nice I guess. They say, “you’re the kid. If anyone helps anyone it should be us helping you”. But I’m one person. They’re five, and two work with not enough pay. And it’s cruel of them to not accept my help and then say they don’t have the money for Mom to visit. I know it’s not really cruel. It’s just how it feels to me. Because my feelings count, right? They don’t really need to, and maybe they shouldn’t. But I want them to.