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I’ve always thought the best way to get in shape is to get your heartbroken. Either you’re too sad to eat and so desperate to keep yourself busy that the gym suddenly becomes an option, or you just want to look … Continue reading
During your viewing me and the girls all went up to your coffin to talk shit with you one last time. There, I asked that you visit me without scaring me. I suggested throwing a Cornut at me or something … Continue reading
I miss you. Obviously. I miss you when I see your friends, and when your brother posts a picture on social media. You two have the same mouth, it’s crazy. I miss you whenever I wear your 49ers shirt. Or white … Continue reading
I did it. I finally cried. It happened on Saturday. That morning I woke up to a surreal reality: I had to get ready for your funeral. I laid in bed for 15 minutes and did absolutely nothing at first. I … Continue reading
I’ve been having a hard time dealing with Gail leaving. So much that I backspaced and re-typed that last sentence at least 10 times. I wouldn’t say that I cry easily, but I am definitely the biggest cryer out of … Continue reading
Shopping and sweet treats this Saturday all for a great cause. Even if you can’t make it, please spread the word and help join the fight against cancer.