its that time of year again.
cheese and i got fucking plastered last night... stopped at my old house at south forty and its gone!!! nothing there except meager bits of foundation... so many memories had in that house...
it was a very emotional night all around....
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All that was left was the gurl huh?
So many places I've worked and lived at have closed or been knocked doon, I sometimes feel as if my past is being erased.
One army regiment I served in was merged and totally changed, the weapons I used replaced, the barracks I trained at closed its shite.
*raises glass and toasts southward*
Here's to the good times that you shared and the happier memories.
As for the woman in the pic, I'm suing.
She stole my trademark pose.
the gurl and some empty bottles of gin and a spent condom. very depressing.
mj, *cheers*
as for the pic, i had my suspicions that it might be you...
Ok, that angel is friggin hot.
I understand the feeling of lost past. Last time I was back in CA, I found out that many of the houses in our old neighborhood were gone. Now shiny new fucking condos sit on my memories.
I see my EX is still sitting like I left her 8 years ago.
Wait until she finds out I took the corkscrew with me.
Have a nice weekend
IV...! *raises glass to toast to the GOOD memories of the past*
Cheers, my friend here's to more happy memories!!!
Ok...the photo is this one from your collection?! Naked and in the dark...hmmm that could prove to be interesting for sure!
Hugs!
i went back to the site of my own personal purgatory and found all the trees cut down, the yard dead and bars over all the windows and doors.
someone finally got it right.
the shit stays the same. you just get used to it, voices. come visit. I'll let you pick my poppies.
heart
I visited the house where i grew up.IT'S STILL THERE!! A triple fronted red brick veneer, your typical bog standard war-service home of the sixties. The only thing different is that the bricks have beeen rendered and the front verandah has a pergola added.
Hang in there I.V. and lean on the one that are there and love you.
I have a big lump in my throat. You know that. Every day I go to the park and look out on chared blackness. I'm crying, but I know you understand. Where do I go with that? I don't know. I don't usually share this, but today I think you understand. What do you do with that Zack? I don't know? My heart goes out to you.
XO
I haven't been "home" in years but I know the house is still there.....it's the church manse.
(damn preacher's kids)
Oh, and I look like that when I slap my angel wings on, too.
*clinks her beer to yours*
What Robyn said.....
love to you, zack
kylie
we're here for you Zack,
feeling your pain too...
gig
Queen Goob’s personal word for the day:
de•spond•ent - [di-spon-duh nt]–adjective feeling or showing profound hopelessness, dejection, discouragement, or gloom.
I’m right there with you so chin up, book of comebacks and shit-kickin’ phrases in pocket, and friends by your side.
Zack...just popping in to see how you are holding up! Love ya and thinking of you!
Hugs,
Robyn
G'day again ...
It must have been quite a shock for you to arrive and find your old home gone/
I am sorry to read that your old house is no longer/
Cherish the memories after the hurt is over/
p.s. Sorry for not realising your despondency earlier.
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