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I'm still at my grandparents' house. It's really weird, driving around with my mom as she reminisces about sinkholes and limestone cliffs that were the source of her childhood joys. I'm now accepted as an adult by my grandparents and aunts, given the special priviledge to stay up late and smoke and drink all the while, but am still reduced to a small child when I visibly grimace at my grandmother's sexual innuendos directed towards her new motion-sensored, 18" Captain Jack Sparrow doll that was given to her as a birthday present. Grandpa even invited me to participate in MAGIC TIME, a large window of opportunity, in which he's allowed to drink his whiskey. According to him, bananas are posionous and cause most character defects that are found in people.
I've been bought many records these past few days: stevie wonder and neil young and loretta lynn and hall+oates.
i don't think i can send text messages anymore. i'm pretty sure they cost an outrageous sum on my phone plan, and when i return home, i'll probably be paying that to my dad.
I've been bought many records these past few days: stevie wonder and neil young and loretta lynn and hall+oates.
i don't think i can send text messages anymore. i'm pretty sure they cost an outrageous sum on my phone plan, and when i return home, i'll probably be paying that to my dad.