almost famous?

I haven't updated in a long time now. I'm not sure why not, just feels useless I guess.

Bryan died. I don't know how I feel about it. At first it felt like...oh okay. And after going through some stuff and finding his picture and a card he wrote me, it got a little rough. And now it's grown to not feeling that real at all.

But I lit a candle anyway.

And I got the strength up to call my mom...and talk about the weather and death...and not to much else.

I heard the funeral was beautiful though. And that there was a slide show, and in that slide show there was a funny picture of me, bryan and that old dirty poodle we had once.

I don't remember the poodle's name. It had a seziure and died in our living room one day.

It's weird to look at the picture now and realize I'm the only one alive.

I don't like it. I just...don't.

What was that poodle's damn name?