August 9th, 2008

White Phoenix Base by alrischa

Why all the good ones always gotta go?

Bernie Mac is dead!!! Bernie Mac!!! "Baby Girl!" Damn, I loved that man's show! It was so damned funny! I mean, I didn't watch it towards the end because it was basically shuffled around so much that I never knew what time the damned thing was on, but when it had a solid time, I was there!!

Why the good ones always gotta go? Estelle. Bernie. I miss you both.

Watched the opening ceremony last night, from start to finish. Let me tell you, their performing section was BEAUTIFUL. They had some Chinese piano player guy and he was great. Then the march of the countries. I stayed up until midnight to watch it all. Not a very good idea. I'm dead tired now.
Freaked out Jiji by l_o_v_e_icons

Exposure to my mother...

Is never a good thing. But sometimes it is a necessity.

Case in point: today was my aunt's 50th birthday party. So, we went. We were only supposed to be there for three hours. I just got home about twenty-five minutes ago... and it was painful. She got drunk in front of my coworkers (who were invited), and my boss was like "I can't believe that you're related to her!" to which I merely hung my head and agreed. Then, she was dancing with my equally drunk cousin.

It wasn't all bad, though. I saw a lot of my family who I haven't seen in a long time. That's always fun. Not fun is the people who you can't remember and are like 'why don't you remember me!!!'

Plus, my other aunt, the one I haven't talked to in forever, talked to me. She asked if I was ever going to talk to her again. I said maybe. She then stated that I was resentful, to which I replied that I was bitter.

Semantics, you see, are very important.

Mom's still at my aunt's, drunk and dancing (she did the funky chicken, people. The. Funky. Chicken...), but right now I don't care. I just want to sleep.