Old entries like this make me smile.

So, because it is Christmas time, my grandmother is even more insane than usual. Okay, technically, she isn't insane, she's just old and senile. (But really, a lot of her communication problems have existed her entire life, and have just worsened over time ( Read more... )

Okay! This weekend is gonna be a total blast ( Read more... )

Some life-changing advice:

Eating a small bag of Cheetos® without assistance is okay. Eating a large one without assistance is not.

That said, I missed saying this yesterday:

¡Feliz cumpleaños, mi padre!


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¡Feliz cumpleaños, mi madre!

She's 51 now.

And man, I had the hardest time typing that. First, it was 15, then 21, then 41, and then finally the correct number. My fingers are jelly!

And now you get to see my room!

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..."as pretty as an airport." Airports are ugly. Some are very ugly. Some attain a degree of ugliness that can only be the result of a special effort.

Good morning, world! Or, at least, good morning to the 5.33x10-9% of the world who actually read this journal ( Read more... )

My grandmother's storytelling abilities astound me ( Read more... )

Well, I am now officially one of the family gimps ( Read more... )

So, lots of you haven't heard about what happened to my dad. Therefore, I shall now tell you all ( Read more... )