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Aug 27, 2006 17:27

Tia Fia just called. As in: My dad's one and only sister, Tia Fia.

...so. I think her younger son? (Not Tio Tony. I think.) Is working in Livermore. She's staying with him until the 30th. When Dru comes back from Australia (wtf Dru since when have you liked snow?.) Dru, for the audience just tuning is my da's current. Wife? I think. Unless this Aussie thing signifies new things...anyway! Apparently Tia Josie keeps my picture in the hall and apparently, both of my phone numbers. And they just. Aunted. Me. Over the phone. (Aparently the pictures are cute. Aparently!)

...so. September 15th. Dad. Nursing home where he's been since the stroke. Right. Dad...such mixed feelings about this, really...every time I think I'm out, they drag me back in. I even think about nationality, and it's like! Bam! Tia Josie's there! (Tagalog refresher course anyone?) I know, you didn't want to see my sarcastic defense humor, but this is how we roll. Figuratively speaking. The rest of the time, we have cars. Since I have a hard time. Forgiving my father. About anything. I just. He's like. My grandmother. But not dead. And there less.

...yyeah. I just. what. .lkjljkjklsdjf. no. sorry.

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