He worked at Gizmonic Institute, just another face in a red jumpsuit.
Being sick is stupid. *sad face*
My parents came over for breakfast yesterday. My mom relayed stories of the party they had had the night prior which they were still cleaning up from that morning, my sisters "love affair"*, and the police hunting for my grandmother.
*I asterisk and place that phrase in quotes because if you ever have met my sister you would jump to the conclusion that asexuality in humans has found an evolutionary way to thrive. Tall and lanky with a pension for anime and MST3k, Laura has blown through 22 years of life with no relationships under her belt and has never even been kissed (Drew Barrymore, where are you when we need you?!)...until recently. She has started spending copious amounts of time with a fellow named Graham, which makes me think of someone tall and lanky with long hair and really bad teeth (apologies to all you Graham's out there...that's just what I picture). They eat dinner together frequently through out the week, spend lots of time at each others apartments, and he even taught her how to play "Barracuda" by Heart on her new electric guitar. So, yesterday morning my mother tells Nic and myself that she called Laura and asked her "what's have you been doing lately?" to which my sister responds:
"Oh, nothing much. Work, classes, Graham."
My first thought is 'Sweet Jesus she's a person! She picked a side and moved forward!" Apparently, Graham was sick and had called her to "borrow" her cloriseptic throat spray...and my mothers first thought was "How would he know that you have throat spray when it's on your nightstand by your bed?" But being the classy lady my mother is, she kept it to herself. My first thought was, "Why would you let some sick person borrow your throat spray when it's suppose to keep YOU from getting sick?"
I told my mom not to worry. They are probably cuddling wearing layers of sweaters and jumpsuits.
My parents came over for breakfast yesterday. My mom relayed stories of the party they had had the night prior which they were still cleaning up from that morning, my sisters "love affair"*, and the police hunting for my grandmother.
*I asterisk and place that phrase in quotes because if you ever have met my sister you would jump to the conclusion that asexuality in humans has found an evolutionary way to thrive. Tall and lanky with a pension for anime and MST3k, Laura has blown through 22 years of life with no relationships under her belt and has never even been kissed (Drew Barrymore, where are you when we need you?!)...until recently. She has started spending copious amounts of time with a fellow named Graham, which makes me think of someone tall and lanky with long hair and really bad teeth (apologies to all you Graham's out there...that's just what I picture). They eat dinner together frequently through out the week, spend lots of time at each others apartments, and he even taught her how to play "Barracuda" by Heart on her new electric guitar. So, yesterday morning my mother tells Nic and myself that she called Laura and asked her "what's have you been doing lately?" to which my sister responds:
"Oh, nothing much. Work, classes, Graham."
My first thought is 'Sweet Jesus she's a person! She picked a side and moved forward!" Apparently, Graham was sick and had called her to "borrow" her cloriseptic throat spray...and my mothers first thought was "How would he know that you have throat spray when it's on your nightstand by your bed?" But being the classy lady my mother is, she kept it to herself. My first thought was, "Why would you let some sick person borrow your throat spray when it's suppose to keep YOU from getting sick?"
I told my mom not to worry. They are probably cuddling wearing layers of sweaters and jumpsuits.