The Actual Size of Everything
I checked out my friends page here on good old Livejournal...only two posts on it. I remember back in the day when it seemed like it was always, always full of entries I was behind on reading. Things change, I know. I haven't exactly been making use of this place either anymore.
My grandmother died two days ago, and no, there's no need to say "I'm sorry" or anything like that. I mean, she was old, and as long as I had known her it seemed like there was always something wrong medically. This has been coming for a long time. Some people will remember coming to the apartments next to Home Depot in TC or to the condominiums where all the houses looked alike and hearing her cackle randomly from the back room. Yes, that grandma. I'm really more sad for my mother because it was her mother, and I know when my mom dies I'll be devastated, even if the cause is natural.
It sucks that the two people I want to see most right now are the hardest to see. One lives in Grand Rapids (you know who you are!) and the other one is stuck at home with two crazy old women and not so much as internet pretty much all the time because she's not allowed to leave until January. (You know who you are too, but you won't see this message most likely because you don't have internet. I'm rilly sry. For srs. *Zoolander face.* I'm sad you probably won't even read that, because not many other people will get it.)
They were the two girls that just...we all just got each other most of the time, as high schoolish as using the phrase "got" to describe some-strange-sensation-that-"understood"-doesn't-quite-cover is. Run-on sentences for the win.
My car is conspiring to kill me and I hope I don't have to drive it anymore. I'd rather not discuss it further, I just had to put that out there.
But yes, I miss you two like crazy, in spite of all the things that have happened and how it has changed and all of the side-effects... You two were my mom and dad, remember? Or my dad and dad. Or smething. Yes, smething. Life just doesn't feel quite complete without...whatever it is you guys are. I'll love you both no matter what happens. I MEAN THAT YOU WHORES. AND I'M PRONOUNCING "WHORES" THE WAY MRS. O USED TO, YOU REMEMBER WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT. <3
My grandmother died two days ago, and no, there's no need to say "I'm sorry" or anything like that. I mean, she was old, and as long as I had known her it seemed like there was always something wrong medically. This has been coming for a long time. Some people will remember coming to the apartments next to Home Depot in TC or to the condominiums where all the houses looked alike and hearing her cackle randomly from the back room. Yes, that grandma. I'm really more sad for my mother because it was her mother, and I know when my mom dies I'll be devastated, even if the cause is natural.
It sucks that the two people I want to see most right now are the hardest to see. One lives in Grand Rapids (you know who you are!) and the other one is stuck at home with two crazy old women and not so much as internet pretty much all the time because she's not allowed to leave until January. (You know who you are too, but you won't see this message most likely because you don't have internet. I'm rilly sry. For srs. *Zoolander face.* I'm sad you probably won't even read that, because not many other people will get it.)
They were the two girls that just...we all just got each other most of the time, as high schoolish as using the phrase "got" to describe some-strange-sensation-that-"understood"-doesn't-quite-cover is. Run-on sentences for the win.
My car is conspiring to kill me and I hope I don't have to drive it anymore. I'd rather not discuss it further, I just had to put that out there.
But yes, I miss you two like crazy, in spite of all the things that have happened and how it has changed and all of the side-effects... You two were my mom and dad, remember? Or my dad and dad. Or smething. Yes, smething. Life just doesn't feel quite complete without...whatever it is you guys are. I'll love you both no matter what happens. I MEAN THAT YOU WHORES. AND I'M PRONOUNCING "WHORES" THE WAY MRS. O USED TO, YOU REMEMBER WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT. <3