Grandpa Wore Dickies
The cool thing about this whole situation, if Candide there is any bright side to the situation, is that I will get to meet my long lost cousin. That's not entirely true, I just really want to be able to say I have a long lost cousin I am reuniting with. For a long time the family didn't even know they had her, so I guess she really couldn't be lost. I suppose the long part is true though; she did end up in Seattle after all. I am really looking forward to meeting her. We have emailed a little bit, mostly just a short blip about ourselves and about our families - which end up being the same family, but still. They say you never really know your family (no one says that), in this case we really don't know each others family.
I wonder if she'll be staying with me or mom? Mom seems to be coping by surrounding herself with women and holing up at her place. She's going to be running out of room though, and I'm the aux. I actually kind of hope she stays with me. Will it be weird? Probably in some sense; we're pretty much Perfectcomplete strangers. We know nothing about each other except our location and lineage; that's pretty unknowing. Still, it's a cornerstone to build off of, and I really hope she stays with me so we can get to know each other, chat, and catch up.
She has a really great name too. Misty. Misty Bertulli from Seattle. How about that?
I live in Grandpa's house now. It's still full of all his stuff and Grandma's stuff, and just stuff in general. You know how a house accumulates stuff? That stuff. It has a lot of pictures in the living room (and now thanks to mom, the master bedroom). One of the pictures is of Brian. There's this really famous (in our circle) picture of Brian without his shirt on and flexing his arms like a body builder. I have no clue who took the picture. It's kind of blurry and you can't really make him out, even though he's the subject / center of the picture. I forget who said it, I think Cait, but when I was showing off the house a couple months ago to people someone said (as they were meandering through the living room pictures): "Hey Chris, who's this picture of that looks like you?" Pointing to the picture of Brian. I've been thinking about that a lot with my birthday coming up.
Here's the part of the entry where I insert some STP lyrics:
I am smellin' like the rose
that somebody gave me on
my birthday deathbed
I am smellin' like the rose
that somebody gave me
'cause I'm dead & bloated
When I was cleaning out Grandpa's closet, I found his Dickies and his size 13's.
I wonder if she'll be staying with me or mom? Mom seems to be coping by surrounding herself with women and holing up at her place. She's going to be running out of room though, and I'm the aux. I actually kind of hope she stays with me. Will it be weird? Probably in some sense; we're pretty much Perfectcomplete strangers. We know nothing about each other except our location and lineage; that's pretty unknowing. Still, it's a cornerstone to build off of, and I really hope she stays with me so we can get to know each other, chat, and catch up.
She has a really great name too. Misty. Misty Bertulli from Seattle. How about that?
I live in Grandpa's house now. It's still full of all his stuff and Grandma's stuff, and just stuff in general. You know how a house accumulates stuff? That stuff. It has a lot of pictures in the living room (and now thanks to mom, the master bedroom). One of the pictures is of Brian. There's this really famous (in our circle) picture of Brian without his shirt on and flexing his arms like a body builder. I have no clue who took the picture. It's kind of blurry and you can't really make him out, even though he's the subject / center of the picture. I forget who said it, I think Cait, but when I was showing off the house a couple months ago to people someone said (as they were meandering through the living room pictures): "Hey Chris, who's this picture of that looks like you?" Pointing to the picture of Brian. I've been thinking about that a lot with my birthday coming up.
Here's the part of the entry where I insert some STP lyrics:
I am smellin' like the rose
that somebody gave me on
my birthday deathbed
I am smellin' like the rose
that somebody gave me
'cause I'm dead & bloated
When I was cleaning out Grandpa's closet, I found his Dickies and his size 13's.