the meme - line 5, posting 23

missed it by that much. the orgasm post i mean, that was number 22.

for those of you who missed it, it's at thursday july 14 on this page
[blatant plug, i know]

but for the real one, just to satisfy clokey

it's here at july 18th, where i was remembering frankie, an old aquaintance from years ago who died recently. drank and pilled herself to the grave, and the horrible thing was, everyone who knew her woul have been watching it, like in a slow motion dream. she was on her way all those years ago.

this was line 5:

he was the drummer in a band, that played mildly amusing but very childish songs about poo and football

strangely, i listened to this band on cd a couple of weeks ago, when visiting my brother. he was the hot guitarist in said band. mikey was wearing a chef's costume on the front cover. poor guy, his life has been turned upside down by this.

this posting was heartfelt. i was writing as i thought about how fragile life is, how close we all of us can be to the edge. i remember another friend of mine saying it was frightening how close we all are to that thin line. i didn't really know what she was talking about at the time. she had spent time in a 'health facility' to help her with her madness, her psychosis. she and her then husband had created a weird and scary situation which has a french name and i can't think of it right now [anyone?] where they thought she was going to give birth to a messiah. seriously.

but now i can see how close we all can be. life can be snuffed out in an instant. and that scares me.

the other thing about this post was it received nice comments from fellow bloggers, even the self-absorbed and aloof monsieur maze. this was back when he talked to me. before he was 'famous'. you know how it is.

so here's to a beautiful sunny day. gigi has been walked. the dog next door is... barking. and i have to write two pages of my thesis. just two. to get going on the long journey.

and it has to start today.