Domestic violence is not okay.
It’s never ok to lay your hands on anyone for any reason. My sister was a victim just this morning of domestic violence and the asshole is currently on jail with no bond and she got away with just a few nasty bruises (two of the only things I’m happy about)
Volunteering at the Hubbard House of Jacksonville next month.
If Romney wins, might as well say fuck college and fuck healthcare cuz I got a kid that I gotta save money for college for (and I can’t borrow money from my parents like he suggested) and I got diabetes that insurance is gonna charge me 6 billion dollars to get some fucking insulin so I don’t die.
I hate the British accent with a passion but if he wins, I’m moving my ass out to England. Peace out.
I obviously voted for Obama
I lost my best friend today.
I got her a little while after my dad passed away and she is the main reason why I was able to smile again. It’s hard to be depressed when you have the happiest dog in the world who, even though she was really sick, still wagged her tail. I had her for 7 years and she made me smile everyday of those 7 years.
She stuck by me through everything. She knew when I was having a bad day and would lay her head on my knee and just look at me with those beautiful gold eyes and wag her tail. She never failed to make me laugh with her goofy antics in the pool where she would blow bubbles through her nose and race me from one end to the other. When I was sick she would lay in the bed with me and just snuggle close and I would feel better the next day.
She was the best dog ever and I could never ever even think to try and replace her. I loved her with all my heart and I miss her with all the pieces that she left behind.
Mocha, I’m sorry you had to suffer and I tried to make you feel better like you did for all those years for me. I’m glad I was able to be there for you and hug you until the end. I’m sorry that it was probably scary but now you’re safe. I love you and I hope you’re happy.
Mocha “Brown Dog” Bean
7 years ago today, was the worst day of my life.
I found out that my dad had passed away. I was 13 years old and the world became real really fast. 2 days later on the 15th was his funeral. Whatever was left of my childhood was left there on those funeral home steps. You’re not supposed to lose your parent until you’re grown and ready to take on the world alone. How could I possibly be ready for that?
I wasn’t. Alcoholism became a serious problem then and it just got worse as I got older and more creative in my ways of getting my hands on it. And it’s still a struggle to have control over it.
I will never get over my dad’s death. It ripped my heart into pieces. I lost more than my dad that day. I lost the one person I could go to for anything. I lost the person who actually saw a future for me and did everything in his power to make sure it would happen.
One of the memories I have of him that has always stuck in my mind was when we were going to the zoo. We were at a red light by the cemetery and I looked out the window and there was a man and, what I assume was, his girlfriend or wife. They were obviously arguing. I must have been watching them really intently because my dad asked what I was looking at and almost right after he said that, the man punched his girlfriend and she hit the ground, knocked out cold. My dad got out of the car right there in the middle of the street and went after the guy and slammed him up against the fence of the cemetery and started to beat the crap out of him. Some other man in the car next to us called the police. I didn’t get to see what happened after that because my dad got back in the car and we went on our way to the zoo.
I remember just staring at him the rest of the drive. When we got to the zoo, he turned to me and I’ll never forget what he said. “If a man ever hits you, come to me. I’ll beat the shit out of him too.”
I’ve never been so proud of the person my dad was. Everyone on the outside can say that he was an mean person who was aggressive and intense but he loved me and that’s all I care about. In my eyes, he was the best person in the world that I loved more than anything.
I miss you dad. Thanks for always being there.
February 2, 1965- September 13, 2005
1. You must learn to say the city name correctly. It is referred to as “Jax”.
2. You are either a Gator or a Nole. There are no other schools.
3. Forget the traffic rules you learned. No one pays attention to them here. Merging, yielding, and right-of-way are completely foreign terms.
proud Parker graduate right here! haha :)
It’s hard to believe that in just a few weeks, I’ll be saying goodbye to my best friend.
Jessica, you found me in my darkest place. The drinking had gotten way out of hand but you were there just in time. I don’t remember how it happened because it was so quick but I all of a sudden had a best friend. It was nice to have someone who was just down the street when I needed someone to talk to. I’ll never forget all those crazy, deep conversations on our night walks. It broke my heart when you moved to the Westside but we made the best of it. Thanks to you, I spent over $100 seeing the Avengers 18 times. And I would see it again if it meant that I could have 2 more hours with my best friend.
I tried begging you to stay and I’m sorry I made you cry, but I had to know that I did everything I could to convince you not to leave. Now I know there’s nothing I could do or say to change your mind. It breaks my heart into a million pieces but I’m gonna say goodbye the best I can and take you to the airport because no matter what, you’re my best friend and I love you dude.