Ahhhh!!!

This day has gone to ruin.

I feel so ashamed.

I was very bluntly informed today that the love of my life...is dead.

He's been dead since December 4, 1993. And I've lived life as though he were alive.

I don't care for Dweezil, I don't care for Diva. I want my beloved back.

Zappa, dahlin'. I'm so sorry. I didn't know.

And we're fucking out of popsicles.

And my Goddamn Velvet Underground CD is skipping.

I fucking hate Mondays.

Fuck this.

 

i can push you on the swing if you want....thats all i have to offer

 

**opens arms** cuddles on offer

 

Awww ...thank you both, but I don't think any amount of cuddling or swinging will heal the pain that I feel.

 

may not heal it... but paracetemol doesn't heal things = ) it just makes it feel nicer... so... cuddles for the niceness?

 

Holy shit.. I'm so sorry Krystin. I didn't know you didn't know ... *hug* Everything will be alright.

 

Okay. *hugs all*

 

^_^ **huggles** isn't it a pain-number?

 

aw poor puddles.

i'm gonna smother my daughter in chocolate syrup. aHAHhaha.

 

Wowie zowie... I can't believe that no one notified you!

 

what you need is some motherly love...

 

I can't even quote his beautiful masterpieces, I'm so shaken up.

 

Oh my.. Poor Krystin.

I don't have a popsicle for you. Lollipop?

 

Jelly Roll gum drop, got my mind on you...