The Last Meme
The last week is upon us, so it’s the last seven days. Believe it or not, the fact that we are coming to a close makes it even harder to write. When blocked, some bloggers turn to memes. I’ve only done two memes in the last 12 months, so I figure it’s okay to use the crutch one last time.
Last Kiss: On the lips, the Attorney. On the cheek, Granny.
Last Good Cry: I have so trained myself to not cry that I can’t even remember.
Last Crush: To me crushes are fleeting things that last only until the next one comes along, but Jake has held my attention for a couple of years now. I wonder if means that it’s more than a crush. Maybe the restraining order is a clue.
Last Alcoholic Drink: Jose Cuervo 1800
Last Phone Call: To the Attorney to say goodnight.
Last Text Message: To Moby, wishing him a speedy recovery after his accident this weekend.
Last TV Show Watched: Morning news.
Last CD Played: I don’t play CD’s so much since the Attorney gave me the iPod. The last thing played on it was Justin Timberlake, “Rock Your Body.”
Last Book Purchased: “Schulz and Peanuts” (Charles Schulz bio)
Last Book Read: Kevin Sessums “Mississippi Sissy”
Last Movie Seen In A Theater: I hardly go to the movies. I can’t even think of what it was.
Last Movie Rented: Been a while for that, too.
Last Download: An update for a WordPress plug-in.
Last Curse Word Used: Probably “fuck.” It’s the one I use most. Both as an exclamation and as an offer.
Last Beverage Consumed: Water.
Last Food Consumed: Apple
Last Item Purchased: Undershirts.
Last Word Spoken: Something like “Oh, fuck…yeah..” combined with grunting.
Last Annoyance: Have to get driver’s side window repaired on my truck. It won’t close completely. And we’re supposed get rain all week. First rain in several days.
Last Disappointment: Attorney was out of town over the weekend, so we did not spend time together.
August 25th, 2008 at 9:03 pm
Oh this is just too sad. As much as I do understand, this countdown is just upsetting and morbid. I feel like I’m watching a loved one wane away on a ventilator. You have no idea, Tony, how much I already and will undoubtedly miss you. I’m very sad indeed. I wish this could have been different.
August 26th, 2008 at 12:26 am
“Please Don’t Go”:http://www.janvis.nl/sp/mp3/kcandthesunshinebandpleasedontgo.mp3
August 26th, 2008 at 7:28 am
Hey LT… Forgive me for going all “Cat Ballou”… You wont make me cry… LOL
I know you’ve seen it, probably watched it with Granny on a Sunday afternoon on TBS… Anyway, This post made me giggle… Especially…
Last Word Spoken: Something like “Oh, fuck…yeah..” combined with grunting.
I’ve already said everything I’m going to say about you leaving…
Love from Atlanta
(SYN)
August 26th, 2008 at 8:32 am
I should kick myself in the ass for getting so attached to your blog, but you sucked me in with your wit, and insight; and your ability to choose the perfect word or phrase to communicate the tone and emotion of an experience.
Much like other readers have expressed, I feel like I’m losing a friend. You’re the friend I try to have coffee with when I first get to the office each morning. It’s just not going to be the same when you stop showing up. I’m going to wonder how you and the attorney are– and what about Granny?
Best Wishes to you Tony. I know I’ve said it before. Please, please, please keep writing, Publish it yourself. I want 4 copies.
August 26th, 2008 at 10:48 am
What? No tears? Ah, fuck.
August 26th, 2008 at 7:11 pm
Tony, thanks for entertaining me over the past couple of years with your blog. I wish you and the attorney, and granny all the best for the future. I hope you enjoy your new job. Cheers from Oz – Col
August 26th, 2008 at 8:16 pm
I’m almost in tears at the thought of your blog disappearing.
Oh, and the surgery is tomorrow at 2pm. Cross your fingers for me.
August 26th, 2008 at 10:15 pm
i even remember the last movie you saw.. and stop saying fuck – sounds trashy
August 27th, 2008 at 8:01 am
amazing how small details can give us insight into personality. That text? shows us your good heart. That “trained not to cry”? shows us vulnerability despite your best efforts. The book contradiction? shows us you are both a man and still a boy, like the best of both worlds.
And tequila is my alcoholic stalker….it tries to sneak in via fruity margaritas, then once in my system demands multiple shots, and finally fuels its need to pollute me with drinking direct from the bottle. i’d be in real trouble around you if your breath starting smelling of Jose. It would only further inflame my intoxication with both of you.
August 27th, 2008 at 8:02 am
PS by Jose i mean your hooch of choice, not a shirtless Hispanic. And by hooch i mean booze, not Large Tony Temporary Sheath.