My mum's always telling me stories about her parents and their parents, it's nice. I wish my dad was more like that, I barely know much about his family.
My Grandmother died this morning.
I don't know what to do. For so long she has been my reason to stay in this craphole town, helping to take care of her so that my mom wouldn't have so much to do. I don't like my job or my apartment, but I've been here so long, I'm kinda scared to leave...
You know I actually have a Smurf collection. We had a bride and groom Smurf on our centre cupcake for our wedding cake, too. They came with us on our honeymoon, so we have photos of them at Buckinham Palace, in Trafalgar Square, at visiting the Blarney Stone.
I am so fucking pissed.
I let a friend use my computer, and she somehow completely reset firefox.
All my bookmarks, all my extensions, all my saved passwords. Gone.
I had better not see her again for a while.