My mom informed me earlier today that Uncle Guy's visitation is on Monday night and the funeral is on Tuesday. I'll probably just go to the visitation. I hate the memory of a funeral and/or visitation. I'd rather be remembered in a more pleasant context than one of mass mourning.
She called back later when I was at the grocery store to tell me that a friend of Kristy's (my little sister) told my grandma that Kristy was pregnant again. That's a big game of telephone, but I wouldn't doubt if it is true. I called my step-mom and played stool pigeon. If it's true, it is imminent that they know since they are parenting one baby of hers. I don't understand what motivates her, and I guess the fact that she is a blood-sibling makes it even more of a mystery.
I called Matt to see how he's doing. He drew a picture of me wearing a t-shirt that says, "where the hell did I put my pick?!?!?"...or something to that effect. I can't wait to see it. That's the most common phrase heard at his place on any night involving guitars and/or beer.
I've been manipulating several recordings and writing like a madman. I think I can be content spending the rest of my evening doing this.
She called back later when I was at the grocery store to tell me that a friend of Kristy's (my little sister) told my grandma that Kristy was pregnant again. That's a big game of telephone, but I wouldn't doubt if it is true. I called my step-mom and played stool pigeon. If it's true, it is imminent that they know since they are parenting one baby of hers. I don't understand what motivates her, and I guess the fact that she is a blood-sibling makes it even more of a mystery.
I called Matt to see how he's doing. He drew a picture of me wearing a t-shirt that says, "where the hell did I put my pick?!?!?"...or something to that effect. I can't wait to see it. That's the most common phrase heard at his place on any night involving guitars and/or beer.
I've been manipulating several recordings and writing like a madman. I think I can be content spending the rest of my evening doing this.
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Date: 2001-12-15 05:47 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2001-12-15 10:30 pm (UTC)Lobotomy!
Hope things go well with you in that...
Well, you could try and celebrate it like the Irish do, and get plastered drunk, but um... I don't recommend it.