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I'm home and junk. All's well.
My fifteen-year-old cousin came out of the closet to me. This is possibly because of "Hey, Jessie's Mom is a lesbian, so she'll be cool about it." My actual response was something like, "Oh, you too?" Also got sort of roped into proofreading her writing. Shelby's really enthusiastic, and she's trying, but goddamn, her spelling is atrocious.
Another of my cousins showed up with his wife and their teeny dog in a bright red convertible, a Mitsubishi Eclipse Spyder. I sort of hate you, Tony.
Actually, not a lot of my cousins showed up.
Finished the first draft of part one of this thing I've been writing for ever. I'm pumped. Upon finishing it, I sat back in the lawnchair to think about whether or not that was how I wanted to end it, and a hummingbird came and visited the planter at my elbow, a female or an immature male. It chirped at me, but didn't really seem to give a shit. At one point it was about three or four inches from my elbow. I could feel the breeze from its wings. Trippy. I shall take it as a sign.
We stopped at a winery called Therapy Vineyards outside of Penticton on our way home and went winetasting. Erica went winesmelling. Kris stayed in the car, and Nathan tried one and went to join her. So really, me and Dad and Jane went winetasting. It was incredibly fun. Tried three kinds of wine. There was a white wine called Freudian Sip, a rosé wine called Pink Freud which I really liked, and a red wine called Super-Ego. Super-Ego was so dark a red it was almost black. It was such a strong flavour, with all sorts of lingering aftertastes, that we all sort of stared at each other trying to figure out whether we liked it or not. We came to the conclusion that we would need to drink more of it to be sure. Dad and Jane got a bottle of it, along with some of the other two, and intend to save it for a special occassion. I declined to buy any Super-Ego, if only because it was $35 a bottle, and picked up instead a bottle of Freudian Sip for Mom, and a bottle of Pink Freud for myself. I intend on saving this for celebratory purposes when I am moved into this theoretical apartment Mike and I keep talking about. We haven't found a place yet. But we will.
My fifteen-year-old cousin came out of the closet to me. This is possibly because of "Hey, Jessie's Mom is a lesbian, so she'll be cool about it." My actual response was something like, "Oh, you too?" Also got sort of roped into proofreading her writing. Shelby's really enthusiastic, and she's trying, but goddamn, her spelling is atrocious.
Another of my cousins showed up with his wife and their teeny dog in a bright red convertible, a Mitsubishi Eclipse Spyder. I sort of hate you, Tony.
Actually, not a lot of my cousins showed up.
Finished the first draft of part one of this thing I've been writing for ever. I'm pumped. Upon finishing it, I sat back in the lawnchair to think about whether or not that was how I wanted to end it, and a hummingbird came and visited the planter at my elbow, a female or an immature male. It chirped at me, but didn't really seem to give a shit. At one point it was about three or four inches from my elbow. I could feel the breeze from its wings. Trippy. I shall take it as a sign.
We stopped at a winery called Therapy Vineyards outside of Penticton on our way home and went winetasting. Erica went winesmelling. Kris stayed in the car, and Nathan tried one and went to join her. So really, me and Dad and Jane went winetasting. It was incredibly fun. Tried three kinds of wine. There was a white wine called Freudian Sip, a rosé wine called Pink Freud which I really liked, and a red wine called Super-Ego. Super-Ego was so dark a red it was almost black. It was such a strong flavour, with all sorts of lingering aftertastes, that we all sort of stared at each other trying to figure out whether we liked it or not. We came to the conclusion that we would need to drink more of it to be sure. Dad and Jane got a bottle of it, along with some of the other two, and intend to save it for a special occassion. I declined to buy any Super-Ego, if only because it was $35 a bottle, and picked up instead a bottle of Freudian Sip for Mom, and a bottle of Pink Freud for myself. I intend on saving this for celebratory purposes when I am moved into this theoretical apartment Mike and I keep talking about. We haven't found a place yet. But we will.