All you need to have a good sunday:

Okay, this might not be on everyone’s list for a good Sunday – but it’s my FAVORITE. My sissy gave me the recipe. BON APPETIT:
1lb ground turkey or beef
1pkg taco seasoning
1 can of stewed tomatoes
1 can of tomato sauce
1 can of beef broth
1 can sliced black olives
Sliced cilantro
Sour cream*

*Not pictured sour cream (cause mine had expired and it was really, really sad)

Next are the essentials. A cute color of nail polish (duh), tweezers (let’s just leave it at that), apple TV and TV remote because there is NOTHING better than catching up on your shows and being the laziest person you’ve ever met before the start of another work week:

Not documented things that also make me happy included the 2lbs of strawberries I bought at the local veggie mart for $4.99 and the Reese’s I bought to go along with them.

CAN’T WAIT FOR ALL THE SUNDAYS.

i love you,

B

I have been so incredibly sad today. It was like every person I saw – on my way to work, in the elevator, at lunch – reminded me of you. I turned on shuffle and put my earphones in and all the songs that played were for you.

I’ve been thinking a lot about your life – and I am so sad and sorry for your struggles. Details of the accident keep coming out and today I read the ambulance report. It said that they were notified at 17:58:00 and were en route to you at 17:58:59. What an incredible thing. People cared about you, Markie. I have sat tonight and worried that I didn’t show that to you all the time – I wish I could call you and tell you I love you and that for the rest of my life when I smell a camp fire I’ll think about when you’d take me camping as a kid – with the camper on your truck. Or ask you if you ever watched Orange is the New Black on Netflix. Or send you the Lorde and Us cd I just downloaded and have been listening to.

It’s the weirdest feeling that I can’t share these things with you. Or that I won’t hear you walking up the stairs in Cari’s garage to come into the kitchen. Or have anyone who will eat at Ho Ho with me (I think we are the only ones who ever liked it). What a strange thing. I can’t comprehend it. It’s so sad and upsetting and devastating.


The only thing that makes any of this okay is the thought that you are happy. Free from your mind and the struggles of your mental illness – I hope heaven is a place where we can quote movie lines and make endless cd mixes for each other.


Pink Floyd and Tommy Boy coming in hot. I LOVE YOU.

B