index | archives | notes Tuesday, Nov. 12, 2013 10:09 a.m. << [ - ] >> I'd like to pause in the middle of mourning to sing the praises of my wonderful boyfriend who is here for me a thousand percent no questions asked yet again. I found out about nana, cried, called Dad, cried, called work, cried, turned to boyfriend and said, "I need canvas, I need to paint again. Right now." and boyfriend said, "Give me the keys." Ten minutes later I stood in a too-long line with canvas and paints under my arm, and three hours later I stood in Little Mouse's mother's kitchen while she made me spinach dip and told me it was okay to be sad and do I need another drink sweetie? Boyfriend drove me everywhere I was too hysterical to drive myself last week. I don't know how people get through this shit without someone like him around holding their hand. << | x | >> whatiscopyright.org