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so here I am in cape cod, surrounded by loving relatives and the beach and it's wonderful. Sort of. My cousins are such petty little fuckers. They can be so sweet and nice and cute one moment, and then be slitting one another's throat in order to be first in line or get more candy than anybody else. But I suppose all kids go through that. I don't remember going through it, but it's probably because I was young. It could be that these kids are a lot more spoiled than I, their parents are freakin' loaded. My parents hadn't finished school when they had me (accidents represent, yo), but my aunts and unlcles all had nice successful careers before their kids started poppin' out, and thus they get all these nice fancy toys and stuff whenever they want it. To me, even now a million dollars is a ridiculously huge ammount of money, but my uncle steve's house cost that much and his little kids know it! That's just unfathomable to me. But still not everything is different. I see the kids doing stupid stuff and I get little snippets of memories of myself doing similar things. Like telling my parents a ghost slimed me when I covered myself in green dish soap and other stupid lies.
My cousin Matt just threw up. Hang on.
Ok, back. That was pretty disgusting. And now he's throwing a fit because he doesn't want to go to the beach without his life vest. Such tremendous skill the boy has for projecting a grating voice throughout the house. But not all is lost, for tomorrow I'm being paid a visit by RICK BARRY and THERESA! So happy, it's been a good six months sinc I've seen either of them. We're gonna go to the beach and into town and stuff, and it will be not boring at all.
Also, last night I got a phonecall from Dot! and Kim! they were just like "yeah, we're at CTY and we have your number, so we're gonna call." Dot is da bomb-diggity-shit. And being da bomb-diggity-shit is a good thing.
Only two more days until I get to go camping with Alison et. al.! On a realated note, Alison, did you change your screenname or something? Because I get mail and such from you but i never see you online. Lemme know. Now, i'm going to the beach.
~jon good loves you
My cousin Matt just threw up. Hang on.
Ok, back. That was pretty disgusting. And now he's throwing a fit because he doesn't want to go to the beach without his life vest. Such tremendous skill the boy has for projecting a grating voice throughout the house. But not all is lost, for tomorrow I'm being paid a visit by RICK BARRY and THERESA! So happy, it's been a good six months sinc I've seen either of them. We're gonna go to the beach and into town and stuff, and it will be not boring at all.
Also, last night I got a phonecall from Dot! and Kim! they were just like "yeah, we're at CTY and we have your number, so we're gonna call." Dot is da bomb-diggity-shit. And being da bomb-diggity-shit is a good thing.
Only two more days until I get to go camping with Alison et. al.! On a realated note, Alison, did you change your screenname or something? Because I get mail and such from you but i never see you online. Lemme know. Now, i'm going to the beach.
~jon good loves you