Initially, I thought my sister was joking when she said her birthday gift to me was on its way from Malaysia; not a particularly funny joke, but a joke nonetheless.

Then she forwarded me the FedEx tracking info (it has made its way to Alaska as of tonight) and I became just a little frightened.

D. implied I jinxed the Parker Posey tee shirt by wearing it to two poker nights in a row, but my argument is - what's the point of a lucky shirt if you aren't going to wear it whenever you need it? It's not like I can wear something else but keep the holy relic in my car, then pull a quick costume change when things are going south. At least, I ( Read more... )

The Pixies were singing about Area 51 as I drove my sister back from our last (and, well, only) dinner together. Even as she crashed on my floor and left long, snarled girl hairs in my shower basin, I managed to blow her off both Friday and Saturday nights to spend time with my friends. In the end, I have no regrets. Honestly, even the minuscule ( Read more... )

At this moment, my sister is working on an organic farm somewhere in Kentucky where she sleeps on the floor of a barn (she has no bed), calls my mother by the light of an oil lamp (they have no electricity), and bathes in the waters of a nearby lake (there are neither bathrooms nor showers). I will admit, I was a little jealous when she up and ( Read more... )

I wrote:Strangely, it seemed like the costume and makeup came together on its own. Like I was becoming who I was meant to be.

Which, unfortunately, seems to be Zombie Hitler.

She wrote back:I can really see that ( Read more... )

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On Good Morning America they were interviewing the audience about superstitions vis-a-vis 6-6-6 and a woman just indicated that she is refusing to ride the subways and carrying holy water.

This comment elicited no obvious ridicule.

I hate this world.

( Talk about impositions... )

At this point, I think it has become more sad than amusing that the vast majority of my LiveJournal entries are simply repostings of my sister's New Age email. Unfortunately, work does not really afford me the time right now to post anything worthy of a verbose rant.

Besides... ( What the fuck is she thinking? )

I know my journal has turned into quotidian repostings of whacked out emails from my sister, but holy fuck this was too good to resist.

( It all starts to make sense... )