The Peanut Chronicles

Thursday, February 02, 2006

When I come to terms, to terms with this….
My world will change for me.
I haven’t moved since the call came….

All right, I am on to the depressed stage of grieving. Hey, at least I am moving with it, I think. Kristie and I were talking on our phones, though expensive, about these stages. She’s now to depressed. I am depressed and pissed because I know that K was having troubles with her diabetes but “couldn’t afford the meds” etc because she didn’t qualify for the assistance from the government.

FUCKING BUSH

So, in that lovely loophole of health care that Bush won’t look at, but he will drop another 120 billion to a war we have no right fighting, my young and talented friend dies.

Oh, now I am super pissed.

Can somebody tell me know, who is the terrorist?
Can somebody tell me now, am I alone in this?

1 Comments:

Suburban Turmoil said...: Hey look, I know you're grieving. But you've gotta keep this blog up. I don't think I'm the only one wondering about you and Peanut.

I'm sending positive thoughts your way. Try and stay calm for your baby (although to be honest, I had some of the most traumatizing times of my LIFE while I was pregnant and my baby is the happiest child I've ever seen, so that happy pregnancy= happy child is a load of crap). But still. I want everyone to be healthy at the end of this.

Signed,

The voice of reason and sympathy; 8:28 PM