Login
Forgot Password?

OR

Login with Google Login with Twitter Login with Facebook
  • Join
  • Profiles
  • Groups
  • SuicideGirls
  • Photos
  • Videos
  • Shop
Vital Stats

link

a whole bunch of everywhere

Member Since 2002

Followers 14 Following 13

  • Everything
  • Photos
  • Video
  • Blogs
  • Groups
  • From Others

Monday May 12, 2003

May 12, 2003
0
  • Facebook
  • Tweet
  • Email
So yesterday was mother's day. My father was born on mother's day, 1946. Today, he would've celebrated his 57th birthday, had he lived through last summer. I am 24. I was born on my mother's birthday. She was 24. Today should be significant. Today should have great meaning. This is a conjunction, is it not? The stars are lined up in a very odd way. I had a chance to use this to my advantage, but I knew better. Or rather, there was something I had to cancel this date, because of this date. Date. So where was my mother for mother's day, father's birthday. She ran. She sounded delerious on the phone. Either exhausted, drunk, or happy as a skunk. She ran to the casino. Where she goes when she wants to have fun. Where she goes to escape. I don't blame her. She'd probably thought out the date's significance better than I had. It caught me unaware. Somewhat unaware. My father's birthday. My conscience, his voice inside my head, ever since forever, ever more now that he's gone. I should celebrate this day. I should embrace the power locked away inside the numbers, inside the forward motion of time that collides and means something to someone. Most of all me. It's a monday night. A fun day night. I can drink myself silly. I can go out on the town and see who takes me in. I can drive off into the sunset, whereupon my car will catch fire from overheating and I will die in the ensuing enferno. The day the day the day. The special days that are forgotten, or ignored or are considered special no longer. What happens to someone's birthday when they die?
suburbanslave:
Im completely speakless.
May 12, 2003
lillith1:
*poke* *runs away* heh
May 13, 2003

More Blogs

  • 04.22.04
    6

    Thursday Apr 22, 2004

    Ugh. Hungover blah. Need to drink more water before I fall asleep/ret…
  • 04.20.04
    4

    Tuesday Apr 20, 2004

    Oh yes. May Day party in less than two weeks. It shall rule. Because …
  • 04.19.04
    0

    Monday Apr 19, 2004

    ah. broken hearted me once more. i've been down this road before with…
  • 04.13.04
    3

    Tuesday Apr 13, 2004

    got my camera back... and it still does not work... damnation... i…
  • 04.11.04
    4

    Sunday Apr 11, 2004

    doing a lot of art stuff this weekend, mostly painting... wish i had …
  • 04.08.04
    4

    Thursday Apr 08, 2004

    Wow. This is bad. No work done today at all, except for a tiny bit of…
  • 04.07.04
    2

    Wednesday Apr 07, 2004

    I need to get good and fucked up, good and drunk, good and laid, good…
  • 04.06.04
    2

    Tuesday Apr 06, 2004

    and we go back to being friends... whee... i believe the term is boso…
  • 04.04.04
    2

    Sunday Apr 04, 2004

    i wish i could get off this emotional rollercoaster sometimes... i hu…
  • 04.02.04
    2

    Friday Apr 02, 2004

    hellboy day... yay... and i can go drinking and dancing and flirting …

We at SuicideGirls have been celebrating alternative pin-up girls for:

23
years
10
months
7
days
  • 5,509,826 fans
  • 41,393 fans
  • 10,327,617 followers
  • 4,598 SuicideGirls
  • 1,116,465 followers
  • 14,938,177 photos
  • 321,315 followers
  • 61,438,131 comments
  • Join
  • Profiles
  • Groups
  • Photos
  • Videos
  • Shop
  • Help
  • About
  • Press
  • LIVE

Legal/Tos | DMCA | Privacy Policy | 18 U.S.C. 2257 Record-Keeping Requirements Compliance Statement | Contact Us | Vendo Payment Support
©SuicideGirls 2001-2025

Press enter to search
Fast Hi-res

Click here to join & see it all...

Crop your photo