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The clothes in the basement (half my shirts and almost all my socks) are lost. My mother told me I don't want to go into the basement, that the smell of mold is overpowering, and I trust her judgement. Mold freaks me out. I know that's kind of a lame fear-what exactly about mold is FRIGHTENING?-but all my fears are like that. Although I still feel like there's a perfectly good chance that there are people trapped inside mannequins. Admittedly reading that Francesca Lia Block book ("Missing: Angel Juan", or something like that) didn't help. In any case-I'm not too concerned about the losses, it's just clothing after all. And although some of the shirts were super-comfortable, familiar, and I've had for nearly a decade (my World Cup t-shirt, my Offspring Americana t-shirt) I'm feeling very zen about it. Except for my blue elevator union t-shirt that my dad gave to me when I was wee. That unsettles me. It's just-I have so few things that he gave me. He was always so afraid of getting the wrong thing, so most of the stuff I have is like that-a shirt he got for free at work, a ring he found in an elevator shaft-random little sort of found-object presents. I think because there were no expectations involved, and because he assigned so little value to the items, he wasn't afraid of disapproval.
My brother is going to college.
My brother does not understand why shooting an air rifle in the house should cause my mother any concern.
I do have to say though, I really don't like the fact that my mother takes things of ours and tells us that she threw them away or they're lost. Especially Daddy's knife collection. And I bought Whitney this lovely knife for his last birthday, from WWII I think, made on some island in the South Pacific-I don't know. I have it written down somewhere. The blade was not kept sharpened. It had a wooden sheath. She took it, and broke the sheath. I really don't like that.
Ali John on my sick voice:
A: did you record your work?
A: you can make CDs and give it to us
Me: haha no. i need to find the microphone. and i'm not sure what i would read. "us"?
A: the kiddies
A: so we can have a piece of mary kate
Me: haha
Me: what would i read?
A: everything that hasn't been lost
Me: everything?
A: yes
A: really, what else are you going to do with your free time
A: :-)
Me: study for midterms?
A: pshh
My brother is going to college.
My brother does not understand why shooting an air rifle in the house should cause my mother any concern.
I do have to say though, I really don't like the fact that my mother takes things of ours and tells us that she threw them away or they're lost. Especially Daddy's knife collection. And I bought Whitney this lovely knife for his last birthday, from WWII I think, made on some island in the South Pacific-I don't know. I have it written down somewhere. The blade was not kept sharpened. It had a wooden sheath. She took it, and broke the sheath. I really don't like that.
Ali John on my sick voice:
A: did you record your work?
A: you can make CDs and give it to us
Me: haha no. i need to find the microphone. and i'm not sure what i would read. "us"?
A: the kiddies
A: so we can have a piece of mary kate
Me: haha
Me: what would i read?
A: everything that hasn't been lost
Me: everything?
A: yes
A: really, what else are you going to do with your free time
A: :-)
Me: study for midterms?
A: pshh