You're a Chinese Princess!
High School reunion was weird. It literally was (as someone said it would be) a circle of people surrounding me and asking stupid questions. I somehow ended up on a 'party bus' and woke up on someone that I never spoke to's couch in the morning. And several people kept petting me on the head and elsewhere. . . ?! What the hell was up with that? Anyway, back in the humdrum bustling life of NYC. Don't know if I'll be going home for Christmas. It'd be nice to save money and I don't think anyone really wants to see me anyway. I did get lost in Downtown Detroit trying to find The Magic Stick. Woops.
Maybe I'll go home. Oh, here I go last minute cheapticket searching. I got really exciting stories about how my older sisters used to pee in the heating register in their bedroom because they were afraid of running to the bathroom in the dark. Grandma's real name is apparently Hermionie instead of Hermine. I like Hermionie better. And after I left, the baby accidently swallowed Grandma's pills. :( That was actually sad news. But she's okay! Plus it doesn't snow in New York enough. Also, the baby is obsessed with the Disney movie Mulan, which killed me after the fifth showing. Grace: "You're a Chinese Princess!"
Maybe I'll go home. Oh, here I go last minute cheapticket searching. I got really exciting stories about how my older sisters used to pee in the heating register in their bedroom because they were afraid of running to the bathroom in the dark. Grandma's real name is apparently Hermionie instead of Hermine. I like Hermionie better. And after I left, the baby accidently swallowed Grandma's pills. :( That was actually sad news. But she's okay! Plus it doesn't snow in New York enough. Also, the baby is obsessed with the Disney movie Mulan, which killed me after the fifth showing. Grace: "You're a Chinese Princess!"