It’s all coming back, coming back to me now…blablabla..when I hold you like this….blah blah blah

Who the fuck sings that song? Cher? Celine Dioff? Whoever it is, needs a smack in the head sandwich. Not only is the damn song stuck in my head, but I can’t remember the lousy words, and it’s not a desirable song at all and it’s driving me completely mad violent.

Speaking of Celine Dioff, my mother has been ranting and raving her praises. “Did you see her opening special?” “Doesn’t she have a phenomenal voice?” “Doesn’t she make you damn proud to be Canadian?”……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..ummm………………………………………………………………………………NO!………………………..For one, she’s French. Okay, Quebecois, same diff. Self explanatory, no room for discussion. For two, lots of people have phenomenal voices, Celine just isn’t one of them. I find her generic, unoriginal. And three I was proud to be Canadian long before some Frog came along and proved her pride in our country by moving her ass as far away from it as Las Vegas. Wouldn’t her “pride” have been better spent in a place like, oh, say, TORONTO? Okay, so it’s not showgirl capital of the world, but still….who the fuck decided she’s Wayne Newton?

I’m not bitter, I’m just sick of this freaking sonnnnng.

In other news, I’ve been coming to terms with my mortality. I’ve come to realize that this is the time in my life when the people around me start to die off. Morbid, maybe, but I’ve had eleven, count’em, eleven, deaths in the last few months, a few near misses and one or two undecideds. (Wasn’t Celine just the greatest seque?) There was a time when, seeing, hearing of friends and relatives passing away was an article for the older, parental type, prior generation. Now I’m learning that I’m that generation. This is the time when highschool friends start passing, family members start making arrangements, it’s no longer a shock to hear of someone dying so young. When I sit back and think about hearing my parents discussing “so&so” passing, I remember that I was a child and my parents were only in their early thirties (yes, that’s me, the over 30 crowd) So I’ve quietly come to terms with the fact that it’s not so shocking. I’ve just come to that age where mortality bops you on the head. Not to say it makes things any easier, just a little less shocking.

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