This is complicated. And I’m not sure how I should be handling myself, because… well, I’ve never gone through this before.
And everyone has a story — usually about where they were when they heard it happened. Mine’s a little different. I was born in NYC (5th generation New Yorker on my Mom’s side), and spent my early childhood in Brooklyn. Both of my parents worked in the WTC complex at the time, my dad on the commodities trading floor.…
Will go poof in a day or two.
Have a cute floating whale before we get to the grossness that is my feet.
So yesterday’s post just went poof! Thank you all for giving me tips on how to word things, I also ran it by my therapist (who isn’t a native English speaker) and my mom. If you guys are anything like me (and I know some of you are), you like reading about other people’s family drama. I thought you’d like the next…
Welcome back! Here we are at semi-final 2. Same deal as yesterday, if your country does not play this on your tax payer funded TV with boring announcers (unless you’re in the UK where your announcers drip with glorious disdain), you can stream it on eurovision.tv.
Okay, I know some of you must be watching this — I wanna liveblog, but I am not a fan of twitter, because sometimes I want more than 140 fucking characters. If you’re not in a country where it played on your state owned television station (poor you), you can stream it at eurovision.tv .