Blank. Like my ex-boyfriend's expression whenever I talk to him about something slightly deeper than sex and sports. Blank! Me... the world's HUGEST motormouth... drawing a blank. I never cease to amaze me.
A lot of things have happened, most of them sad but the few and choice happy moments make up for the shittiness of it all. First off, my paternal grandmother passed away last Saturday and although we haven't really been close during the past year, it still hit me like a ton of bricks. As I sat there thinking of her, I realized that a lot of ME came from HER. Like how I HATE smiling. Sure, I laugh like a loon but asking me to smile for a picture is like asking me to run butt-nekkid through the streets. It's a no-way jose situation.
I got the big boobies from her side of the family too. Small frame, big jugs. Oh and bad back, while we're at it. She's an enabler too. Part of the reason why my dad was so screwed up when he was alive was how he always got away with crap and would sometimes even get rewarded for screwing up. Insane.
I also got the cursed nose from her side of the gene pool. Lemme tell you now, I am NOT happy about that. Not one bit. If there's one thing I would change about me in a heartbeat, it would be my nose. Like, now. Right this minute. No, this second. Snap! New nose! Yesss! Sigh.
Wait, lemme tell you about the good things too... I was able to see my cousins from my dad's side after God knows how long. It was nice to reconnect with them all.
And the best thing of all? My love, my eternal plaything, and my knight in shining armor, Richard sent me TOYS. I love him the most. Seriously.
Okay, for someone who has supposedly drawn a blank, I just yammered on and on, haven't I? I gotta go... places to see, people to kill. No, seriously.
I'm turning into Meredith. Ick.
