and then there's water, good old water, to replenish what you lose
so i made it through last week somehow. what idiocy.
is that even a real word?
i got drunk and lost my house/car keys.
nothing's really worth that kind of stress.
or the shame of going back into multiple bars from the night before--
bars never look the same in daylight, do they?
and then my great-grandmother, nola arnaud, age 88, died on thursday.
she's been sick for awhile, and then tuesday she had a heart attack,
so she was in the hospital for a few days before she went.
the night she died, she asked my grandmother to make her a cafe au lait.
so my grandmere, she made it, and my great-granmother had a few sips, said,
"that was so so good.", and slumped over and died.
(it's okay, you can laugh at that--it's funny.) what a good cajun woman, no?
oh, and this is the weirdest thing ever--
my cousin olivia is like, 19, i think, and she just got married this year,
but i'd never met her husband before.
she walks into the funeral home, looking stunning, as usual,
with this gorgeous boy on her arm, and he looks familiar,
and then it hits me--it's jacob graham,
this boy i went to middle school with and was totally in love with
but couldn't ever say anything about because
my best friend was also in love with him, too.
i pretended i'd never seen him before in my life.
but there were good things this week, too.
like seeing family i hadn't seen in a long time.
like kimya dawson and matty popchart.
and mango hagen-dasz sorbet.
and brice deciding on san francisco for grad school.
and winning tickets to the black keys on tuesday.
and this weekend, i'm going camping!! with brice!! in the woods!!
there's going to be bugs and dirt and sweat and campbell's soup!!
straight out of the can!! and canoeing!! and stars!!
is that even a real word?
i got drunk and lost my house/car keys.
nothing's really worth that kind of stress.
or the shame of going back into multiple bars from the night before--
bars never look the same in daylight, do they?
and then my great-grandmother, nola arnaud, age 88, died on thursday.
she's been sick for awhile, and then tuesday she had a heart attack,
so she was in the hospital for a few days before she went.
the night she died, she asked my grandmother to make her a cafe au lait.
so my grandmere, she made it, and my great-granmother had a few sips, said,
"that was so so good.", and slumped over and died.
(it's okay, you can laugh at that--it's funny.) what a good cajun woman, no?
oh, and this is the weirdest thing ever--
my cousin olivia is like, 19, i think, and she just got married this year,
but i'd never met her husband before.
she walks into the funeral home, looking stunning, as usual,
with this gorgeous boy on her arm, and he looks familiar,
and then it hits me--it's jacob graham,
this boy i went to middle school with and was totally in love with
but couldn't ever say anything about because
my best friend was also in love with him, too.
i pretended i'd never seen him before in my life.
but there were good things this week, too.
like seeing family i hadn't seen in a long time.
like kimya dawson and matty popchart.
and mango hagen-dasz sorbet.
and brice deciding on san francisco for grad school.
and winning tickets to the black keys on tuesday.
and this weekend, i'm going camping!! with brice!! in the woods!!
there's going to be bugs and dirt and sweat and campbell's soup!!
straight out of the can!! and canoeing!! and stars!!