As I was doing some last minute packing, I find that my hairbrush and hairspray have gone missing.
How the hell does a hot pink hairbrush and a thirteen dollar bottle of hairspray just get up and walk away in twelve hours?
I have scoured the apartment, unpacked my bag, I even checked in the fucking fridge and cupboards.
WHERE ARE YOU?!!?
i’ve been so annoying all my life why hasn’t anyone shot me yet
how much old could an old sport sport if an old sport could sport old
Have expressed sorrow over my loss.
Thank you to those two people.
Everyone else, you suck.
eightohyates asked: I know I don't really personally know you, but I just wanted to say how sorry I am for your loss. Close or distant, losing anyone is never an easy thing.
Thank you very much. It means a lot.
If you can even call it that.
There is a viewing for two hours and then immediately after, she is being put in the ground.
I am really ambivalent about going. It’s going to be a shit show, and so much hostility is going to be present in one room. I guess I have to take comfort in knowing I am on the right side of things.
For those of you who do not know, my grandmother passed away at the age of 99 yesterday. For years she was being taken care of in her own home by her family (my mother included). She was doing well, was aware, and able to get around. Out of no where, a few years ago, my aunt put her in a nursing home.
My aunt had been sedating my grandmother to comply in signing power of attorney over her. So my aunt got to make every decision for my grandmother. Including rewriting the will so that she was the only one to get my grandmother’s inheritance.
My aunt had hired someone to give hospice care to my grandmother. She was sedated until her body couldn’t function anymore. My grandmother was a very healthy woman despite her age. So, I’m essence, my aunt had her medically murdered to financially benefit.
She had been trying for years to off my grandmother, but this time she succeeded.
The fact that my aunt didn’t even set up a service for my grandmother is a testament to just how little she cared.
The last time I saw my grandmother was a year ago at the nursing home. She was bruised and bandaged an crying the whole time. All she kept saying was “Please take me home with you.” And it killed me that we couldn’t. You know that feeling when you want to save an animal from euthanasia but your parents say you can’t have an animal? Imagine knowing that life and death with your immediate family, except legally you can’t do shit to save them. That is the last time I saw my grandmother- her crying in her chair, begging my mother and I to take her home with us, and us not being able to do anything for her except bring her chocolate.
uoa:this is the most inspirational thing I’ve ever read
do you guys realize we can change our lives any time we want like you can just go ahead and delete your blog, stop eating meat, shave your head, start running, tell that person you hate why you hate them so much, confess your love to someone and kiss them unexpectedly like why don’t we do that
Buddhism bitches. All it takes is one moment to be what you want to be.
I don’t know what to feel.