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Monday, April 05, 2004
  You Are Missed
There will be no long entry today. There hasn’t been a long one in a while. I just wanted to remind the world that it was 10 years ago today that we lost one of the greatest artists of our time. I’m sure you know whom I’m talking about; Kurt Cobain. I remember the exact place that I was when I found out that he was dead. I was at my boyfriend’s (at the time, one of those “Spicolis”) house. He called me to come into the livingroom and it was then that I saw it being announced on MTV. I couldn’t believe it. I was and still am a huge Nirvana fan. I built this little shrine to him with pictures and candles. I was 18 OK. Give me a break. This was me losing my John Lennon. I just wish that someone could have helped him. If you listen to ANY of his lyrics, he’s crying out for help. Where was Ms. Love then? (I would try to insult her by calling her Yoko, but that’s an insult on Yoko.) If it were my husband, I’d be damned if I’d be out on tour; I’d be at home watching his every move. There is no one person to blame. The fact is that he is gone. I imagine that he’s having a good time. It looks like Jesus wanted him for a sunbeam after all.

Have you ever had anyone tell you that you can either be one person’s friend or another, but you had to choose? I have a friend that is going through this right now. My friend, he was told that he could either be friends with this certain guy or he was basically to have nothing to do with him, his family, or his friends. Is that fucked or what? I thought the whole point of friendship was to have a friend and make them happy. If they are going through tough times, you (the friend) help them because that is your roll as “the friend”. It is just a sad situation and I hope that it has a happy ending, but something tells me that hell will freeze over first. I just don’t understand how a brother can tell another brother, “if you keep hanging out with him, then you are not welcome at my home.” It is fucked, people.

Wilson, those chicken wings kicked ass!!!!
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