| Monday, March 24, 2008 |
| Where I'm At. |
| I love this town sometimes. It's one of those tiny towns you just can't write. There's a burger joint called Bill's Hamburgers and ther are only three employees there. Reed, the town Luke. This teenager who has the hospitality of Amanda D. And this old woman who makes a killer milkshake. Okay, I'm not trying to be mean to those on the homefront. But, everyone here is really pretty. I know that's a weird thing to say. But who always wins the Miss America Pagents? Tennessee and Mississippi. I wonder if it has to do with the air. It kinda freakish. Anyway, Ethan might be taking me to the ranch where he trains tennessee walking horses. I am definitely excited about that. Grrr...my Uncle Andrew better sleep with both eyes open tonight. I always forget how much he bugs me. My dad started telling me about the Soccer team here, and Andrew keeps making these weird grunty sighy noises. And my dad asked him if he'd heard about how good the team was here, and Andrew, knowing that I've played soccer my whole life, says "I don't know anything about that Eurotrash soccer." And I dropped my jaw and gave him a dirty look, and then he goes "Oh, are you still playing? I wouldn't have said anything if I thought you'd still be playing that." With an negative emphasis on the that. He is such an ass. I've noticed that my mom's side of the family is all so sweet with exception for one, Uncle Robert. Everyone on my Dad's side of the family is kind of cold or bitchy or something, except for my grandfather. He's so sweet. He's just got a really good heart. Even if we can't hear a thing he says. And he works all the time. He gets up every morning at around five, and walk a mile or two. And he works all day. And he takes care of grandmom all night. He's just a really good guy. I miss my family on my moms side. I never see my cousins anymore. They are all spread out and gone to college. It makes me want to be four again. I love being four. What a great age. Anyway I think I'll skadoodle. Later Alligater. |
Slid down the rainbow at 5:42 PM  |
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Four is nice. I'd like to be four too. 15 is stressful.
So, are you saying there aren't pretty people here? 'Cause, while there may be more there, we've got a couple too.
So how was that ranch?
Sorry about your uncle. I'd like to kick his ass for you.
I love the sweet old guys that work a lot. Like my dad's dad. They're so cute.
On to the next comment! {Dootle lootle loot!}
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Four is nice. I'd like to be four too. 15 is stressful.
So, are you saying there aren't pretty people here? 'Cause, while there may be more there, we've got a couple too.
So how was that ranch?
Sorry about your uncle. I'd like to kick his ass for you.
I love the sweet old guys that work a lot. Like my dad's dad. They're so cute.
On to the next comment! {Dootle lootle loot!}