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hollybrookeHome sweet home!! Even if it Lowell, it's still worlds away from Alabama.
In case anyone couldn't tell from the past weekend's worth of entries (made while I was bored in between all of the funeral crap), it's been one hell of a weekend. Mom and I don't particularly like going down there. It's not just the long-ass trip involved (thirteen-hour drive straight through and at least two gas tanks' worth), but it's just the face that Mom and I just don't connect with Grandma Cozie one bit. I was never her favorite grandchild, and even though JR is gone now, I never will be. I don't get why, though. I stayed in school, I graduated (with honors), I was never a bad kid (save for the time when Mom was diagnosed with MS and I had to stay with Grandma Cozie and Paw-Paw until Mom was well enough to be let out), and I'm going to college. I'm not a whore like some other relatives of mine, I don't do drugs, etc., etc., etc. Yet she does not like me. Maybe if I had cystic fibrosis and called her a cunt, she'd like me more. Who knows? Who cares?
And to top it all off, I missed my opportunity to rent Kill Bill Vol. 1 before the street date. This has been, without a doubt, the WORST weekend ever.
And if it's not the fact that she just flat out does not like me or my mom, it's the materialism and excess. She tends to hoard stuff; like I said, she's a packrat. Oh! Get this! When Uncle Ken died back around seven years ago, he left his Packard-Bell computer to me in his will. Dear ol' Grandma doesn't get around to letting me have it till this past week. Yeah, a whole lot of good a seven-year-old computer is going to do for me now, especially when it's missing a mouse pad and a keyboard.
Oh, dear Uncle Ken, if you are watching from Heaven and have seen how your mother did you wrong in your own will by waiting so long to give me what's entitled to be mine, then please give me some sort of sign. Or give her a sign, showing that she's up to no good.
In case anyone couldn't tell from the past weekend's worth of entries (made while I was bored in between all of the funeral crap), it's been one hell of a weekend. Mom and I don't particularly like going down there. It's not just the long-ass trip involved (thirteen-hour drive straight through and at least two gas tanks' worth), but it's just the face that Mom and I just don't connect with Grandma Cozie one bit. I was never her favorite grandchild, and even though JR is gone now, I never will be. I don't get why, though. I stayed in school, I graduated (with honors), I was never a bad kid (save for the time when Mom was diagnosed with MS and I had to stay with Grandma Cozie and Paw-Paw until Mom was well enough to be let out), and I'm going to college. I'm not a whore like some other relatives of mine, I don't do drugs, etc., etc., etc. Yet she does not like me. Maybe if I had cystic fibrosis and called her a cunt, she'd like me more. Who knows? Who cares?
And to top it all off, I missed my opportunity to rent Kill Bill Vol. 1 before the street date. This has been, without a doubt, the WORST weekend ever.
And if it's not the fact that she just flat out does not like me or my mom, it's the materialism and excess. She tends to hoard stuff; like I said, she's a packrat. Oh! Get this! When Uncle Ken died back around seven years ago, he left his Packard-Bell computer to me in his will. Dear ol' Grandma doesn't get around to letting me have it till this past week. Yeah, a whole lot of good a seven-year-old computer is going to do for me now, especially when it's missing a mouse pad and a keyboard.
Oh, dear Uncle Ken, if you are watching from Heaven and have seen how your mother did you wrong in your own will by waiting so long to give me what's entitled to be mine, then please give me some sort of sign. Or give her a sign, showing that she's up to no good.
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Welcome back
Date: 2004-04-14 05:02 pm (UTC)Well hope to see you soon. *hugs* luv ya!