Monday, January 26, 2004

For those of you who have asked about my grandfather, I thank you. There is nothing new to report at this time.

For those of you who have asked where the angry ranting has gone, p*ss off, you whining little punkas. The growls are still there, but right now, they're being overshadowed by the situation with Jay. Lousy curmudgeony old coot won't decide whether or not to stick around or give up the ghost. If I didn't know for a fact the old bastard's dying, I'd sue him for emotional distress and for giving me an ulcer.

...and before you ask, yes, I DO hope that one day my grandchildren can say such things about me as well. It will mean that they have learned about life, they accept the fact that everything is temporary, and that they rejoice in life enough to joke about death. 'Cause, y'know, "forever is a mountain we've yet to climb/tears are a part of what is yet to leave behind."

No comments: