Well today is my birthday. I took the day off of work, though I'm not really sure why. Anymore I don't really care for my birthday. It makes me miss my grandmother. She always remembered. She was one of the few, sometimes the only one. It always made me feel so special because he memory wasn't the greatest. She forgot things all the time, but she always remembered me. I've never visited her grave since the funeral. I think I am somewhat scared to. When she died, I never really had time to think about it. I had so much to do, so many people that needed me. I never really greived over her. I had to be strong for everyone else. I had to be the one to tell my cousins. Do you have any idea how hard that is? She was a mother to all of us. I miss her now more then ever.
and slightly side note, actually yes...mr. pink is taken from reservoir dogs, though it doesn't look like steve buscemi...i name all my toys after tarantino films