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i cant find the chord for my camera right now as i am in need of a little once over cleaning here again, but let me show you all a few images i found on google of the place that the wedding was at last night. you will shit (well maybe not on the spot, but eventually... i hope. if you don't shit for a long time go to the doctor and check your anus.) (Randomx. i am a bit loony) oh and i'm keeping one above the cut.
ooh, aerosmith dream on. i am so in the mood for that right now, excellent (as it is playing on my tv radio)
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And here are 2 stories i found interesting from last night. well, 4
1.on the way there i almost ran into a turkey and fortunately i slammed on my breaks so that i could wait 4 minutes for him to decide what direction to go. i guess thats why they call them turkeys. it was amusing actually and i took a couple pictures which u will see eventually.
2. it took almost 10 minutes just to get to the top of the hill of this estate because you drive in spirals around it.
3. i was talking to these 5 year old twins and since half the people i had talked to were from out of state i said "are you from massahusetts?" and they said "no we live in new jersey" and i said "oh, did you drive here in a car or come on a plane?" and he said "Well, actually we are lucky because our dad has his own plane, so he flew us here and we drove only from cape cod"
I was just like WOW. heh. i'm just not used to that kind of stuff.
In the movie The Departed when Mark Whalburg is giving Leonardo a hard time about his 2 accents and living on the north shore 1/2 the time and southie the other half the time, he is talking about 2 very different lives. the class war in massachusetts is strong and tiring.
On my mother's side of the family (her aunts, uncles and cousins) there were some very wealthy people living on the north shore. we used to go see them on the 4th of july. they'd throw a giant pool party/barbeque, open bar, fireworks, etc. every year and we went until i was about 6 or 7. But umm, i'm pretty sure their wealth was clean, if u know what i mean. I am Italian and i am pretty sure some of my extended family was in the Family. But my grandfather wasn't involved, and so he struggled to make an honest living and he was depressed because he was discriminated against for being poor, undereducated, working class and he eventually became a fall down drunk, but he got sober when i was 6 or 7 and he really was the best guy in the world. he was kind of like my father figure cuz my dad was so busy working all the time to keep up with the bosses and the big timers. my dad came from a large highly disfunctional family. 9 kids, his father was an abusive cop who beat the shit out of my dad's 4 older brothers and sometimes him. when my father was 4 years old, he still had not started talking and people were conscerned he might be mentally delayed but he is actually a genious and he did start talking when he was 5 but he said he was afraid to talk cuz his brothers were severely beaten only when they talked. if they were quiet they were ok, so my dad just kept quiet. my dad's oldest brother did very bad things to all my aunts (and i think me and i know others) and my grandmother was an alcoholic, my other uncles were involved in drug dealing and robberies....
Anyway, i went on a tangent there. Basically i'm just saying, even though my family is secure money-wise, this wedding was another world. The only time i ever saw any other weddings like this was when i worked as a guard at the decordova museum. they had some very fancy weddings there. it was fun to just watch all the fancy people there, but this time i was a guest. it was a nice time. i did feel like a total outcast, but in a room full of poor fat tranny's, i'd still feel out of place cuz thats just part of being me. it has its bonuses too though.
ooh, aerosmith dream on. i am so in the mood for that right now, excellent (as it is playing on my tv radio)
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And here are 2 stories i found interesting from last night. well, 4
1.on the way there i almost ran into a turkey and fortunately i slammed on my breaks so that i could wait 4 minutes for him to decide what direction to go. i guess thats why they call them turkeys. it was amusing actually and i took a couple pictures which u will see eventually.
2. it took almost 10 minutes just to get to the top of the hill of this estate because you drive in spirals around it.
3. i was talking to these 5 year old twins and since half the people i had talked to were from out of state i said "are you from massahusetts?" and they said "no we live in new jersey" and i said "oh, did you drive here in a car or come on a plane?" and he said "Well, actually we are lucky because our dad has his own plane, so he flew us here and we drove only from cape cod"
I was just like WOW. heh. i'm just not used to that kind of stuff.
In the movie The Departed when Mark Whalburg is giving Leonardo a hard time about his 2 accents and living on the north shore 1/2 the time and southie the other half the time, he is talking about 2 very different lives. the class war in massachusetts is strong and tiring.
On my mother's side of the family (her aunts, uncles and cousins) there were some very wealthy people living on the north shore. we used to go see them on the 4th of july. they'd throw a giant pool party/barbeque, open bar, fireworks, etc. every year and we went until i was about 6 or 7. But umm, i'm pretty sure their wealth was clean, if u know what i mean. I am Italian and i am pretty sure some of my extended family was in the Family. But my grandfather wasn't involved, and so he struggled to make an honest living and he was depressed because he was discriminated against for being poor, undereducated, working class and he eventually became a fall down drunk, but he got sober when i was 6 or 7 and he really was the best guy in the world. he was kind of like my father figure cuz my dad was so busy working all the time to keep up with the bosses and the big timers. my dad came from a large highly disfunctional family. 9 kids, his father was an abusive cop who beat the shit out of my dad's 4 older brothers and sometimes him. when my father was 4 years old, he still had not started talking and people were conscerned he might be mentally delayed but he is actually a genious and he did start talking when he was 5 but he said he was afraid to talk cuz his brothers were severely beaten only when they talked. if they were quiet they were ok, so my dad just kept quiet. my dad's oldest brother did very bad things to all my aunts (and i think me and i know others) and my grandmother was an alcoholic, my other uncles were involved in drug dealing and robberies....
Anyway, i went on a tangent there. Basically i'm just saying, even though my family is secure money-wise, this wedding was another world. The only time i ever saw any other weddings like this was when i worked as a guard at the decordova museum. they had some very fancy weddings there. it was fun to just watch all the fancy people there, but this time i was a guest. it was a nice time. i did feel like a total outcast, but in a room full of poor fat tranny's, i'd still feel out of place cuz thats just part of being me. it has its bonuses too though.