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Thursday, November 30, 2006 |
all apologies |
my dear friend tricia's oldest son was in a severe accident a few days ago. I have not been online much. When I have been I have updated her family blog for her.
But there are comments here I haven't even answered yet, and also people I have not emailed or contacted, some of whom contacted me for the very first time this week. You all know who you are. You probably either didn't hear from me at all or got one quick and inadequate line back.
I'm sorry; i will be back as soon as i may, and i promise to answer everyone fully then. I have also not been in contact with other people personally important to me, like whatshisname, I mean X, throughout this time. Everyone close to me personally knows my blog and has read at least some of it by now, so this note is for everyone I know really, but I want particularly to address the people I like very much but don't quite know yet, outside this bloggy context.I'm in part writing to the seemingly ignored. You haven't been.
please visit my friend and leave her good wishes, and forgive my silence personally and my absence publicly. love o |
posted by O @ 03:02 |
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11 Comments: |
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Thank you so much O. From us both. For everything.
I don't know how I would have survived this ordeal without you. I don't think I could have.
You are my heart.
~T
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oh stop. you'd survive it as anyone survives anything: a) because we have to, b)with the help of st. alcohol, our lady of the inebriated and worthless miracle, and 3) because we have to.
Actually that is where we met: Our Lady of the Worthless Miracle Academy, wasn't it? I remember that day we marched into Paris, the nuns wore grey, you wore blue. But then Sam played it again for the last time. "If she can stand it, I can!" I snarled, and then glassed some fucker. Probably a Nazi.
love O
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Give a buck Give a buck For the girls who like to fuck In the cellars of OLWA.
Shout out your orders loud and firm. MORE SPERM!
You mean like that? Nothing like a good Catholic schooling to learn all the best fuck songs.
So we're glassing Nazi nuns again are we? Yes, because we have to.
All your busts are belong to us!
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We will screw screw screw til your penises turn blue, shout out your orders loud and clear more beer!
In French it would prolly sound different. I learned all my French from my 'chum' MarySue. Hence the origin of the phrase, Pardon my French. You know, "Marysue"? --she honeymooned in Paris. Texas, that is.
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Paris Texas? I love that band!
I’ve got a static aesthetic Nihilistic prophetic Everything is a goddamn lie
All your Internets are belong to us.
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Good grief, you don't have to apologize for taking care of something so important, go do, be a friend and we'll be here when you return. All best wishes and thoughts and prayers for all of you, these moments are difficult, but good friends help us get through them.
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two things: 1. one need never apologize for being an amazing friend. and 2. i adore the above play by play between two friends who obviously love each other dearly. my best to your family, tricia, and my prayers for your son.
elise
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my heart and thoughts go to you and your dear friend. i was reading the blog and never felt so much shock.
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This is just another example of the generosity and fierce loyalty that we have all come to expect and admire in you O. I hope things go well for your friend. I agree with Elise, it's very obvious that you two love each other very much and share a rare devotion. Thank you for this opportunity to be generous along with you. Like so many others I will go and add our comment and also add our prayers along with the others.
If there is anything I can do to help, please feel free to email me. You girls make sure you get some rest too. It looks like it may be a long vigil.
All the best,
HIM
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O,
My heart goes out to you and your dear friend...
alphagirl
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O,
My heart goes out to you and your dear friend...
alphagirl
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Thank you so much O. From us both. For everything.
I don't know how I would have survived this ordeal without you. I don't think I could have.
You are my heart.
~T