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I saw my caricature of a grandfather and his wonderful wife who, I decided tonight, is actually the spitting image of an older kim catrall (late in the sex and the city series when she's got short hair due to breast cancer). I hadn't seen them in so long but I realized that my grandpa was wearing the same cologne he did at my aunt's wedding approximately eight years prior. As I sat at the round table, most times just listening to the conversation, I thought: I would be the kin of a waitress and a car salesman, the daughter of a factory manager and a secretary. How typical. But how un-typical my family really is. Funny and brash. Dysfuctional. A lound mouthed pappa and a hippy grandmama both divorced far more than twice. Three half-uncles and two half-aunts. More half-cousins. How unwholesome. How whole. How wonderful. But really, what is typical?
Hippies interest me lately. Docu on the history channel, peace signs, flowy tops Emma's book, Aldous Huxley, drugs.
And then as my grandpa commented on the importance of American car companies, I laguhed inside. I know it's totally true but I couldn't help but think "Oh Ford, Oh Ford, Oh Ford... A gramme is better than a damn." But seriously, what would my life be like without cars? My dad makes them and my grandpa sells them. [ Then my mom says "He's selling him the car he makes." I was thinking it too. ]
I'm working the most ridiculously easy job in the world. We really do get pissed if we're asked to go above and beyond the job description. Fuck you and your oil-based paint and dirty bathrooms! Had to get that one out of my system.
But people are leaving... or already gone. Ellie's already gone. It's so sad. Just stay. Just stay with me. We've been apart all year damnit!
I'm so tired but I don't want to sleep.
Hippies interest me lately. Docu on the history channel, peace signs, flowy tops Emma's book, Aldous Huxley, drugs.
And then as my grandpa commented on the importance of American car companies, I laguhed inside. I know it's totally true but I couldn't help but think "Oh Ford, Oh Ford, Oh Ford... A gramme is better than a damn." But seriously, what would my life be like without cars? My dad makes them and my grandpa sells them. [ Then my mom says "He's selling him the car he makes." I was thinking it too. ]
I'm working the most ridiculously easy job in the world. We really do get pissed if we're asked to go above and beyond the job description. Fuck you and your oil-based paint and dirty bathrooms! Had to get that one out of my system.
But people are leaving... or already gone. Ellie's already gone. It's so sad. Just stay. Just stay with me. We've been apart all year damnit!
I'm so tired but I don't want to sleep.