guess what came in the mail today...
The fucking box. i know, right?
The funny thing is, i don't even really care anymore. I'm happy that the box came and all my memories are safe, but i already grieved, cried, denied, got pissed, accepted it, and then got over it. the box came and i was like, huh, the box. funny.
i don't know if i am happy that the salvation army guy was a total fucking moron and was wrong, or if i'm pissed because the salvation army guy was a total fucking moron and made me go through the entire 5 Kubler-Goddamn-Ross stages of grief. and what's up with UPS? (you're not off the hook either, you bastards.) I called UPS to ask about the box and was told they had no record of it and said they never picked it up.
don't ask me how the box was delivered, i'm pretty sure it was either god or magic. just kidding, i know there's no god.
anyway, look what wasn't incinerated:
i was a DC raver. (the best kind.) (and don't ask how dom still looks hot in this pic after everything we went through that night.)
i had a fucking mullet. thanks, mom:
(the things we are eating with spoons are "popsicles". yeah, frozen juice in a tupperware. we were mad poor and shit. at least by this point we had running water and electricity.)
and what would i have done if this had been destroyed forever? it would have been straight up tragedy, right?
The funny thing is, i don't even really care anymore. I'm happy that the box came and all my memories are safe, but i already grieved, cried, denied, got pissed, accepted it, and then got over it. the box came and i was like, huh, the box. funny.
i don't know if i am happy that the salvation army guy was a total fucking moron and was wrong, or if i'm pissed because the salvation army guy was a total fucking moron and made me go through the entire 5 Kubler-Goddamn-Ross stages of grief. and what's up with UPS? (you're not off the hook either, you bastards.) I called UPS to ask about the box and was told they had no record of it and said they never picked it up.
don't ask me how the box was delivered, i'm pretty sure it was either god or magic. just kidding, i know there's no god.
anyway, look what wasn't incinerated:
i was a DC raver. (the best kind.) (and don't ask how dom still looks hot in this pic after everything we went through that night.)
i had a fucking mullet. thanks, mom:
(the things we are eating with spoons are "popsicles". yeah, frozen juice in a tupperware. we were mad poor and shit. at least by this point we had running water and electricity.)My Grandmother, in her happy place :
posted by dee goldie at 6:30 PM
8 Comments:
oh dee...i'm thrilled for you. since there's not god, i guess it's scientifically proved it was magic then.
Taking me back! Careful with the DC pictures - all that stuff is incriminating evidence.
trust me cam, there is a whole stack of incriminating evidence in that box...and it's staying in there.
i had to come back to see your mullet.
seriously, no, seriously... I didn't think it was a mullet... really Momms
OH MY GOD. That is so incredibly fucked up! But GOOD! The emotional fucking roller-coaster... are you kidding me?? Ugh. You probably had to use up ALL of your good pills :)
Your pictures are great/hilarious... I'm so glad that you've gained control over your eye-makeup - is that some white eyeliner in the toilet picture?? Sweeeeeeeet!
cute!
yes, valency, that's white eyeliner. thanks for pointing it out. =)
actually, not just eyeliner, i used to wear pearly shiny eyemakeup around my entire eye. like i said, i was a raver.
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