And Then It all Hits The Fan...
I started this blog back in 11, I think because I missed the mental misadventures of blogging on Myspace, because I had no one to share with other then my mother. That's who this is really about anyway. So, I was all primed to start writing see, then we got the news that My Mother's cancer had snuck back in, had three years to make its self comfortable, and bring all its nastiness with it. Talk about a one way ticket to FUCK MY LIFE. Cancer is an evil prick. It pretends to take defeat graciously, and you get a clean bill of health and everyone celebrates and congradulates you on beating the thing back. But its just a game Cancer likes to play. Like a sinister version of hide and seek. Except, no one is seeking because you've already been assured that you beat it, go ahead, go back to your life, come in for check ups, because everything is going to come back bright, clean and shiny. Yeah Right. Eveything becomes louder. The ticking of a clock rattles off the minutes