Wednesday, November 23, 2005
About Me
- Name: Aunt B
- Location: Nashville, Tennessee, United States
Like Donnell Alexander says, "It's about completing the task of living with enough spontaneity to splurge some of it on bystanders, to share with others working through their own travails a little of your bonus life." But, it's mostly the kind of place that folks looking for "girls and cars" stumble across by accident.
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11 Comments:
Hahahaha, it never ceases to amaze me how much we have in common, B. My parents are rabid non-drinkers, too. So I don't drink. I do, however, smoke a lot of p...all malls. If Mystery Lady X and St. Mark knew, they'd DIE. But they'd probably be happier than if I was to be a drinker.
I can't believe your brothers didn't share, though! Reason #1358 that friends are better than family!
Yeah, man. Sibling "step outs" are a holiday must. Your brothers suck on this count.
Happy Thanksgiving, B. I hope all is well and everyone gets along tomorrow and yet, if it seems that all is not going that way just watch the brothers closely and follow them outside...
I just don't give a damn whether my mother likes it that I drink or not. I'm a grown up now and she can just kiss my big fat behind. I drink only on occassion. I prefer a port wine - OMG - that is the best tasting, expensive, mind you, wine EVER. I like the buzz mostly but not the bloat. Can't smoke the p..all malls. The workplace discourages that, like randomly and all.
I'm not thankful that my mother had me when she was 16.
Your workplace is violating your 4th amendment rights, yanno! Unreasonable search! :-D
This is not a problem for me. Being Irish, the whole family is a bunch of drunks.
I suppose that's nothing to be proud of, but it greases the holiday wheels.
Do the brothers an equal injustice and spike your beverage with vodka throughout the day. So while they are all high and passive, you are getting increasingly mouthy and aggressive.
Guaranteed to improve any occasion.
Hmm. I don't know. I'm usually not really an angry drunk. I get all effusive or weepy (Prof., don't you think that sums it up?) and, perhaps, the only thing weirder than me sitting around finally being all "Fuck you and you, and you, especially" would be if I sat around and was like "I know we've had some rough times, but I love you. No, I mean it, you guys are so great."
Although, considering we rarely say nice things to each other, that might be its own kind of funny.
Prof, if I don't beg you, I don't know what I'm going to do with this t-shirt that says "58." I had it made months ago, but until I actually get you into bed, I can't wear it anywhere.
Hey aunt B and the professor,
If I could get that on tape, I'll make you famous.
I'm huge in Japan.
Don't sell yourself short, Boy Scout. I'm pretty sure you're huge everywhere.
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