I don't remember this year. Okay, I remember parts ( Read more... )

Today Dad called and we discussed the various "fucked-up-ness" that his children inherited from him. When he came around to what I inherited, he said "you got my ridiculous anxiety and neurosis and my brain" which may be one of the nicest things he's ever said to me. His brain! I got his brain! I mentally grabbed ahold of that, as you can see, and ( Read more... )

We talk and it's like I don't even exist. He's not talking to me, he's talking to himself, or maybe he's talking to someone who's not even in the room. It's awkward for me, to say the least, like I'm eavesdropping under the guise of conversing ( Read more... )

Ali's sick. I suspect it's an allergy to working too much, but he claims it's a cold to be struggled through and that it's nothing to keep him from, you guessed it, WORK ( Read more... )

I shouldn't be this okayThe holiday is a blur. The tarot reading that preceded it is also a blur, though it predicted everything that followed. Isn't that weird? Conference calls with siblings to solve family woes are uplifting, somehow. Strength in numbers ( Read more... )

My bro Charles:

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The heat is getting to me. I feel like we're getting gypped on the holiday. 80 degree temperatures by Christmas decorations is an offensive juxtaposition. At least it is to me, the jew. I'm shvitstin' like a khazerMaybe it's not from the heat. Maybe I'm just sweatin' this time of year, which last year was a jolly time of year quickly followed by a ( Read more... )

I bought a milk frother from Ikea and now my morning coffee seems so special and light and fluffy and extra delicious.

Ali bought a new car.
Then I bought a new treeThen we ran out of money ( Read more... )