Dear Divorce,

You are making my face break out. And I don't break out. You will pay for this.

Angrily,
Alexa

I was standing in my room. He and the television were in his ( Read more... )

Apparently there's a school for deaf kids in the Peninsula that's named after my great-aunt. I totally want to pull the family card and get a job there ( Read more... )

Uncle Don died this morning, but it didn't hit me until I was surrounding by friends eating delicious homemade chili in a house covered in beautiful holiday decorations. I had to leave the room to cry so I wouldn't take away any of their cheer.

I'm trying to write a post about my uncle, but I'm not quite sure what to say. He is no longer in a coma. He is now in a vegetative state. They will do an MRI on him tomorrow to see if there is any brain activity. He squeezed mine and Lizzy's hands when we were with him today and I would love to believe that it was Uncle Don squeezing our hands, ( Read more... )

Jasper Winslow Brown: Is this beer?
Leon Goldin: No.
Jasper: What is it?
Leon: This is only for people over the age of thirty-two.
Jasper: Is this wine?
Leon: No.
Jasper: I want some.
Leon: Only people this tall can drink this. When you come back next year, you can have some.
Jasper: I want some.

Scene: Kitchen, Thanksgiving day. A mother, age 56, and a grandmother, age 81, are preparing stuffing for Thanksgiving dinner. A daughter, age 22, is filling a container with water (whatever, I have all the lame jobs ( Read more... )

I just told my dad I love him. I said it to his voice mail, but I still said it. One of his oldest friends died of a stroke in August and his best friend who he's known since he was six died of lung cancer last month and his youngest brother had a stroke last week and a seizure yesterday morning. Now I'm watching an old episode of Grey's Anatomy ( Read more... )

I just finished reading Debbie Tucker Green's Random for my recent British drama class. I started this play with the dreaded expectation. My expectation was that the play would suck. I've read two of Debbie Tucker Green's plays prior to this one and I really didn't like them, so I thought Random would be the same ( Read more... )

Oh, and that thing about RC telling God how to do something that needs to be done? If there is an afterlife, I know that's what RC's doing. Because if this supposed God guy is doing a task of some sort, sure, he's probably doing it right, but RC knows a way that it could be righter.