Welcome to my happily ever after...
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hell in a handbasket
I'm a terrible person. I am.
My grandfather died last night. Well, he's my step-grandfather. He married my grandmother in 1983. She left him last year and we haven't really talked to him since. He was always pretty nice to me I guess, but he wasn't that great to my grandmother. Sometimes though I think he just didn't know how to treat her. He was stuck in the 1930s.
Anyways, he pretty much fell down dead last night, and the funeral is Sunday about 200 miles away from here. Originally I was told that I didn't have to go to the funeral, but once my mother found out that my cousins (her sister's kids) were all going, that made things a different story. So now I got the "you do what you feel is necessary" speech, but roughly means "you go or die". Well, I'm currently thinking about taking the die option because I just really do not want to go! I have to clean my old apartment, and this is my last weekend to do it.
And since this is MY diary, I shall also include that we have plans to go see a stripper dance at South Beach on Saturday night, and I really want to go.
So as stated above, I really am going to hell.
1:18 p.m. - 2003-02-14
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