Okay, Grandma died. I missed almost two weeks of Sarasota shit. Making this up is going to be a bitch. I really needed to be there for her, though, so there are no regrets. Driving up to Chicago was fun. Flying back in the piss-scented screaming baby section was not so fun. Life is a sine curve. I'm as used to it as I'm going to get. I think I'll just continue nitpicking on the humorous bits.
PS I hate doing my taxes. I never fit in the standard forms.
PPS The Underwear Wall, Queer Ball, a beach cleanup, and Chocolate Fest are all this weekend.
Rawk!
PS I hate doing my taxes. I never fit in the standard forms.
PPS The Underwear Wall, Queer Ball, a beach cleanup, and Chocolate Fest are all this weekend.
Rawk!
i'm really sorry to hear about your grandmother.
xo annabelle
on a more serious note. i'm sorry as hell about your grandma. i'm very close with mine, and would be broken hearted.