| Agh! I'm leaving now, so no brb for you. If I can get online there, I
will... otherwise, I'll update when I return. WITH PICTURES!
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| - My GenerationFYI, If I stop writing in midsentence, it's because it's finally time to leave.
"Leave for where?", you might ask. Well, I'll tell you where. West
Virginia. That's right, folks, I'm going to get to spend the entire
next week in the land where there's a trailer in every park and a 'coon
on every grill. And by grill, I mean metal garbage can full of charcoal
with the grate from an old truck laying across the top.
The place that we're going to is actually not as hick as most of the
state. It's a touristy place. Evidently, George Washington found the
place or something... the town is called "Bath," because there are
natural hot springs there.
The actual physical building that we're staying in is http://www.berkeleyspringscottagerentals.com/cottage.asp?code=AR .
There's 14 of us, so that big place suddenly seems a lot smaller. It'll
be fun.ish. It's the only time of year that we see most of these
people, thank God. I'm also the oldest of the cousins, so that's fun,
too. By fun, I mean I sit there reading or drawing and people are
constantly asking what it is and why I'm doing it and... I like kids,
don't get me wrong, but when there are five of them and they won't
leave me alone, and if I say anything that remotely resembles something
offensive, they run to their mom (who cannot stand me, by the way) and
tattles. Well, three of them. The girls. The boys are pretty cool. I
can just throw a comic book at them and they sit down and shut up.
The mother of the three girls... Well, I'll tell everyone all about her soon.
Actually, this second, I have to go make some tuna fish for my mom, my
uncle (not the hick one), and myself, since we're being delayed
further. My sister is in le hospital. I'll explain after I make lunch.
Or while part of it is cooking. Or something. But brb. Hehe, brb.
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| to clarify, odj sucks ass. :)
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| I lobe odj. iwnt to haev babied with him all day long. He lives
in sheepfukcsville. Thats in welzzhland. He cnat spell didnt or coudnt
or shouldnt btu i loev hom anywau.
I LOVE YOU ODH! I LOEV YOU ODJ!
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| That bastard... My dog managed to leave a present for me from beyond
the grave. I went downstairs last night and noticed that my comic books
were covered in something smelly. Evidently, the pee that so freely
flowed during his last few days leaked through the floor and ALL OVER
MY COMIC BOOKS... grr... he's lucky that he's already dead...
meh, I'd still trade the comic books for him. Although... now that
they're covered in piss and not worth jack shit, I'd trade them for just
about anything.
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