You Never Know

I'm not gonna lie, things with me, personally, have been kind of suckish for like a week now. In part because I have too much time to think, but also cause my thoughts are completely disorganized and pretty fuckedupnegative.



But then Natasha Richardson, with her beauty and fame and money, and awards, and acting-royalty family, and cool-ass hubby and two cute kids and makemewantone British accent... dies... at 45... after a lesson on the bunny slope. And all I can think to myself ever since it happened is; where but for the grace of God go I... and don't ask me for the chapter and verse cause I totally don't know it. And I keep picturing Liam Neeson in Love Actually cause his character's wife died in that movie, and I just keep hearing him say, "...my darling girl".



So. So. So. Sad. Cause you never know... and doing something seemingly innocuous can be the beginning of your end. And now I need to go get my head right (as well as I'm able, cause I'm not sure I'm ever really right in the head), because I'll be damned if the last thought going through my noggin is gonna be negative or self-loathesome or criticizing my life and my choices that I can't even change cause it's all in the past, or other ugly shit like that... because you really never know. And I want to go contented and laughing, so AriaInMyHead, shut the hell up and get out, you're fired...

And Natasha Richardson's friends and family: I know I'm Ms. NoBigDealBlogWriterAria living in Houston~ish, but my prayers are with you.