((This was written some time ago (think nearing the end of summer?), but I think that it deserves to be posted. I think it was worded really well.))




Gah, how be-ist life? Life be-ist crappy and should totally be fired on account of not being fair. Yes, life, you hear that?!

FIRED, gosh dammit! ......

Anyone ever noticed that it's kinda hard to glare daggers at an object/person/supernaturally-swishy-entity that doesn't physically exist? Yeah, me neither, but you should try it some time.

Let's see, so what has been going on in my meager, pathetic existance recently? Well? Hmm. Broke up with Patrick. For the first part of the summer, I was thinking that whoever said that what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger needed to be shot. Now though? I'm a different person, really! No joke! I can feel it.

Now I think that the bat turd needs to be be bludgeoned over the head with a hockey stick. (Wash, rinse, repeat.)

I'm sure that there are more painful things to live through, but I can't think of many. I mean, so many promises and so many beautiful, pretty, sparkly dreams that were held up with toothpicks and the Emperor's Imaginary Clothes. I mean, really--and here I am again now. Walking away from my toothpick palace, dusting off these itty-bitty splinters, and trying to remember that not all castles are torn down like that. Some stand forever.

(Psh.)

Okay, so if you followed my crappyily serpantine anologies, 'grats and sorry bout the ensuing need to drown your sorrows. Drink's on me.

But so yeah.

But, you know, whatever. Summer...What else?

Grandmother. I knew it was coming, but it still doesn't seem real. I hope to whoever's with an ear out that she's okay, and that she knows how much I love her. We miss her like crazy, specially mom and the sisters. Grandmother, I hope they have hummingbirds up there. We had hummingbird plates at you reception and everyone loved them. Mom said that she thought that you would've liked them, and I totally agree. I'm sorry that we never finished Pride and Predjudice--I was tempted to skip ahead to the very end so you'd be able to get to the good part where they get together. I think you'd've laughed like crazy. I miss you so much.

Summer...

And Erick, my crazy-on-love cousin/uncle/whatever-the-quailegg-he-is, who inspires a rather peculiar strain of terror in me. Blame Jeffrey, but he asked if nothing had ever happened--I told him I didn't know and not to cry over spilled milk--or things you can't change. I hope he understood.

Ugh. You know what? I'm just depressing myself. Oi!

BS, over and out.