Another person I know died over the weekend. She was a work colleague who was in Russian class with me over a few years. We "studied" Russian over the lunch hour, but I never learned anything. I have a vocabulary of about 10 words.
Karandash = pencil. whoo hoo.
Anyway, she had cancer and didn't make it to 50.
This is the fourth person I know who has died in the past two months. Which leads me to ask:
What's with all this dyin' shit?
I'm fed up with it.
First my friend Linda, then a translator who worked on our floor, then my neighbour two doors down and now this. Enough. I've had enough.
Used to be, when I heard someone had died, it was somebody's parent. Now it's the people I know themselves. Frig.
2 comments:
As we get older I suppose? Not making 50 is scary (I'm 50 next year!!!!!)
we'll always have g clooney who is not dead yet
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