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You could be waiting for a day that won't come
| Friday, June 09, 2006 |
| Kisses and Tears, Brandy and Beers |
Those four words sum up what monday was like for me. It wasn't really a funeral, more of a going away party or family reunion. I think only one of my cousins didn't show up, but he's an ass so I don't care.
There was an unyielding wave of tears from the beginning of the funeral all the way to the burial. This didn't surprise me; my grandmama was an amazing women, she was loved by all who knew her. This was followed by comforting kisses, because that's what my family does. Then, when we get back to what is now refered to as "the" house, all of the sons and daughters sat inside and conducted their rather brief meeting. The details of this are unimportant except for the one thing that my mother had feared: they all came outside and congratulated her on her new house. My dad, being the genius he so rightly deserves to be, decided to buy my grandmamas home. I can't complain, i love the house; it's water front, it's retro, it's walking distance from beer, but another house is a big committment that, frankly, we can't afford. Needless to say, had we not been in public, I'm sure my mother would have ripped his balls clean off. To celebrate this new purchase, my uncle brought out my grandmama's brandy. We each had two shots which led us on our way to being thoroughly sloshed. After finishing the exhuberant amount of beer we found ourselves at 11pm with a considerably smaller group. What, oh what shall we do? I know! Send Nadia out for more beer! Excellent plan my drunken aunts and uncles, excellent plan.
So that's how death is played out in my family. On to other topics: I am thoroughly enjoying Oatmeal Crisp Triple Berry. I don't know what it is, maybe it's the foam berries or maybe it's the random maple taste, but it's de-licious.
I also can't get enough of The Boondock Saints. I've watched it so many times over the past two days. I think it's partially because I love Sean Patrick Flanery, and I want to have his babies, but that's neither here, nor there.
I'm a little pissed at the almost gone new girl at work. She quit on monday. This is good because I'm going to get more hours, but it's bad because I might not be able to go to Toronto on the 16th. So, people will be partying without me, which is fine, I just wanted to be there so I can get some sort of human contact that isn't in my own family tree. Jimmy Jimmy wants it to be a going away party for him. I didnt even know he was leaving. Call me a bad person, but I don't like him all that much. Granted I've only talked to him a couple of times, but I don't know what it is I don't like. He just gives me a bad feeling that's all. Maybe getting to know him better will change my opinion. I've at least got to give him a chance, eventhough I'm sure he wouldn't care whether I liked him or not.
So I think I've decided on an email address. But I won't say my decision yet. I need to create the account first. I do want to say that I seriously considered one that I didn't put up for voting: in.jack.we.trust. I would just like to end this on the note that Jack White is another man I would like to have babies with.
martini kisses
"Find me a canary. A bird to bring my message home. Carry my obituary. This coffin doesn't have a phone." |
posted by Fucking Bingo @ 1:58 AM  |
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I always get drunk alone at funerals.
Hell, I usually get drunk alone in general.
No one needs to see Willem Defoe in drag. Not ever.
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ARE YOU KIDDING!? He was fabulous as the crazy gay cop! i love him more for it!
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good blog! i'm still trying to
figure out why the cartoon you have in the upper left corner
of the page frightens me so...
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i think its the hollow eyes. thats what creeps most out... but it makes me love them more.
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I loves de drunks... Nadis, I want you to be here with me.... I love you. Relay suckedd, ppl hated me, ignored me, i wanted to call but it was like after 13o. I will talk to soon!! I lves you
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BRYNN! ARE YOU INTOXICATED?
why didn't you call me? everyone who was mean to you smells like poo.
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naw its the puckered up lips...
glad u feel better .what up wid lou?
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I always get drunk alone at funerals.
Hell, I usually get drunk alone in general.
No one needs to see Willem Defoe in drag. Not ever.