shy that way.

this summer will be great in more ways than one.

i am sure of it.

one to four months.

"Sing the wondrous love of Jesus,
Sing His mercy and His grace.
In the mansions bright and blessèd
He’ll prepare for us a place."

"Go rest high on that mountain
Son, your work on earth is done
Go to heaven a shoutin'
Love for the Father and Son."

i have no great comforting words for those in my life that need it, and others who need comfort on lesser scales aren't getting any either, because, in my mind right now, their problems are so minuscule and petty; it makes me want to throw up. which, whatever. i'm a bitch. fine.

lung cancer. liver cancer. stage four. four months maximum. one month minimum. no treatment. care facility? home? whats next?


"May angels lead you in.
Hear you me my friends.
On sleepless roads the sleepless go.
May angels lead you in.
So what would you think of me now,
so lucky, so strong, so proud?
I never said thank you for that,
now I'll never have a chance."

escape isn't an option, but if i could jump ahead to september, i sure would.

the heart of life is good.

i'm ready for summer 08. and fall 08.

lets go.