Don't leave a voicemail, seriously.

WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO NOW THAT UNCLE TEDDY IS DEAD?

I really shouldn't have watched the fucking funeral. I have shit to do today, but I am gonna be pretty useless.

Vicki's steadying inhale after Obama spoke pretty much sent me into a spiral of bawling.

ETA: STOP CALLING HIM FAILED PRESIDENTIAL CANDIDATE CNN, YOU FUCKING NO-CLASS JERKS! This is really steaming me up. He's Teddy fucking Kennedy not some also-ran politician. Oh, good, now they are blaming him for Jimmy Carter's loss to Reagan. Fantastic.

*goes to bbq to avoid sending bomb threats to CNN*

I can't stop crying.

I am a very cynical person who tends to distrust everything, especially causes. I think maybe Teddy is the only politician I've ever trusted in any real way. More than that I've always seen his life as a redemption story--people fuck up bad, but that's not the end of the story, even the worst fuck ups can do good.

I am really wrecked.

Baby boomers talking about Jack and Bobby really piss me off. They picked they wrong brother.

Anyway, off to cry my fool head off.