2003-10-22 - 12:42 p.m.
dear diary,
elliot smith is dead?!?!?
one of the best shows i never saw was elliot smith in a tiny bar and he was sitting on a stool, with his guitar, and bottle of whiskey and he took requests all night long. you dumb suiciding bastard.
i've been thinking about the things people leave behind when they die.
my dad had to put his cat to sleep last week, which ok, i admit, it's sad. but my dad called and cried. cried?! this is a man that hasn't spoken to his son on purpose, for over a year and no tears were shed over that little fact. but the meanest cat in the world dies and he falls apart. and then last saturday his best friend died. he told me instead of mourning, they told a lot of jokes at the funeral to lighten the atmosphere and remember the "good times."
he had the cat cremated so the ashes could be buried with him when he dies.
as much as i try, sometimes i don't think i understand people at all.