il m’a dit, “que veux-tu pour ton anniversaire?”
je lui ai repondu, “dessine-moi un mouton.”
with the exception of a quiet dinner at destino’s, i didn’t really celebrate my birthday.
it’s kind of difficult because i’m reminded that exactly one year ago, tedd passed away.
and yesterday i went to matt‘s funeral.
my heart broke when matt’s mom talked about how it’s not right
that a mother should ever have to bury her son.
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if i should ever die an untimely death,
i only have three requests:
1. please don’t preach about christianity and salvation at my funeral.
2. please tell wonderful, funny memories you have of me, like,
“this one time, veanne and i were stuck in traffic in tahoe for six hours
and she made me stick my ass out the window to fart”
or whatever. you know what i mean.
3. when they carry my casket away, i want someone to bust out a boombox
and play something upbeat and irrelevant