8 posts tagged “sister”

Happy fuckin' Friday 13th.

The whole day went alright, until about 10 PM last night. Andi, Jayne and I were driving to a show, when I swear to you a pothole about the size of a T-rex came out of nowhere and fucked my car's front end up. I was mentally head-desking, while Andi and Jayne were "oh shit"-ing as we pulled into a church parking lot (ha ha God, ha ha).

I get out, and yes, the tire was flat. Rim looked ok, but tire--flat. So what the hell. It's dark, there's like one streetlight, and I don't have my phone. Jayne doesn't have her phone. Andi, however, had her phone, so we called my sister.

My KIND AND LOVING SISTER, in no uncertain terms, basically to go fuck off because she was with her boobie-boo-boo kissy-wuvvy John. And did not have time to come FUCKING HELP ME. Us. And then she got all defensive when I grabbed the phone away from Andi and was PISSED AS FUCK?!!

Did I mention also that, at this point, I notice a little trail of fluid flowing away from my car? I get down on my knees (in my skirt and white shirt) and notice a little drip coming from where my radiator is (it's dark, I couldn't see the radiator itself, just drippies silhouetted against the orange glow of a seedy streetlamp).

So, Andi calls Cooter. Apparently he felt the need to bring Alyssa, Jennifer, and Other Random Girl along with him, so they just sat around talking in some weird language that started a lot with "skwiz". Cooter successfully puts the spare on, and comments that he can't find any damage on the tire, and that it might have just had the air knocked out of it. Please Goddess please. Cooter looks under the car, under the hood, he's not 100% sure about the radiator, but he said if I went straight home I would be fine.

Oh, and I neglected to mention how, once Cooter got the spare tire on, the cheap jack that comes with the car for such emergencies then tilted, and fucking BENT itself to an unusable state. Piece of shit.

Andi and Jayne gathered their stuffs, piled in with Cooter and left on their merry way. I limped my merry way back home and watched Metalocalypse, silently fuming at my sister. Dumb cunt. I'm so completely and utterly giving her the cold shoulder the whole weekend. I haven't spoken a word to her today, and the shitty part is I don't think she's noticed.

That's the shit that hurts the most, damn it. If her number had even popped up on my PHONE at ten o clock at night and I didn't know if she was somewhere safe, I would have saddled up right then and there for a fuckin' rescue.

Now my work schedule is all fucked up cuz I'm having to bum rides and shit. I rue the realization that up in Tennessee, Sonja and other awesome people are at Bonnaroo, drinking and dancing all night and all day and having fun.

Blog365 is really for people with, I dunno, lives or something. I just don't feel like doing it anymore. This is my two weeks no, immediate notice as it were, hahaha.

I'm in a pessimistic mood today. But I'll tell you one thing, my sister's being a raging bitch. So am I, but you would be too if you had to put up with and clean up after sister and her boyfriend day upon day without fail. Abso-fucking-lutely ri-damn-diculous.

My sister's boyfriend is turning her into an absolute retard. Evidently, my mother who currently works two jobs (and just got signed on at a community college as a nursing instructor) is "lazy", according to him (and, by proxy, her). In this same irrational vein of thinking, asking sister to clean up after herself is much too much for a reasonable person to ask.

...I might put that on a bumper sticker. Anyway, we're going down to Greenville for Christmas and if he dares to venture down to the Delta then he'll have our uncle to contend with. And he's a hefty trucker guy...I mean, a BIG fella. I joke with him at every possible opportunity, but I know that his business end is nothing to fuck with. I've been whupped by him once in my entire lifetime, and that was enough.

Is it painfully obvious that I will voraciously defend my sister from the stupids? I seem to be pseudo-failing at this. Best as I can see it, he's never grown out of that stupid little teen rebellion phase everyone goes through. Word is the reason he dropped out of school is because he "couldn't handle the stress". Aw, well bless the little fucker--I've got enough hair lost from my head to make a vest for a small child, and poor little feller wants to just up and quit. Wish I had the luxury of quitting school and then making seventeen-year old girls go stupid. The idiot can't keep his hands off her, to boot. Heaven forbid they make it through a movie without gross, sloppy make-outs. It's all I can do to not cut some bacon off of his back when he gets to touchy-feeling. "Boys will be boys"? Hell no--he better back the fuck back.

My mother returned from Greenville yesterday, but since I was at work she only had time to tell me this morning that while she was there, Maw (my grandmother) gave to her a letter.

This letter was for me--from my estranged and seldom-mentioned older foster sister, Lynn. It's over a year old, but poignant nevertheless. It was all I could do to skim it over once quickly so as not to dissolve into tears like I'm threatening to do now as I type it.

July 16, 2006

My dearest little sister,
I am sure you never expected a letter from me, but since Aunt Vicki told me of your graduation, job, and college, it's been on my heart to write to you. First of all, congratulations. Over the years I've watched you grow and turn into a beautiful, bright woman even though it's been through pictures. I'm sorry for that. I'm sorry I wasn't the big sister I should have been for you. I began my rebellion at an early age and turned my own life upside down. I don't know if the family speaks of me or not but I feel as if I owe you some type of explanation. You are a woman now and my sister no matter what. The love and pride I felt for you on the day you were born, the first time you said "sissy", standing in Bunny Rabbit's living room, holding yourself up on the marble coffee table that Paw made, and your first steps between me and Ms. Eese, was and still is the love and pride I hold for you now.

I can't turn back time and I can't erase the mistakes and bad choices that I've made over the years, between my wrong choice in men, my lifestyle, and drugs I'm now in prison. I have three years before my release. It's a hard slap of reality, but it was my own choice. Please be aware that every choice in life has a consequence. Even the friends you hang out with reflect on you, honey. I know that Mom and Dad have raised you to know all that, they did me too, but I chose not to listen. They are good parents and I know without a shadow of a doubt that you have made them so proud. They may have been a little strict on you, but it was only because they love you so much, I know I disappointed them both, and I can't undo that, I only pray that one day they will forgive me and love me again.

As for you kiddo, you've got the world ahead of you. Use caution and wisdom always. I don't expect you to write but I'm here if ever you need a friend or a big sister's advice. Good luck to you Zola Cathrine Katherine (I never could get it right! Please forgive me! :)

I love you forever and a day,
Lynn

I want to write to her, I do, but this letter came to me all by its lonesome...no envelope...just the letter, and a picture of her from last Christmas. I dunno where at. She looks older than I remember, but the smile is familiar.

I've nothing left to say.

Today's weather has made everything alright. A constant breeze while freestalling made me ever-so happy, and the green grassy pastoral view every time I looked up.

Sister and I are planning our spring break trip over the phone right now...the way things are looking, St. Louis is gonna get hit by a Mississippi whirlwind ;3

[Edit:] Nix that! My suggestion of Gatlinburg, Tennessee is being more favored now that the sister has warmed up to my naturely ways.

Stump Humping

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So, in the words of sis: "We could be all nature tree-huggy like you one day and then just be like...stupid yeah the next!!"

Right on, sista, right on! [/Edit]

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Who's the hardest person to shop for on your holiday list?

Definitely my sister, because she wants expensive things. Like mother, like daughter. Pft.

If you happen to be working on some creative writing project, fanfiction or NaNoWriMo or what have you, post exactly one sentence from each of your current work(s) in progress in your journal.

From Chasing Rush:
"Right now I felt like a vacuum cleaner--an insatiable urge to clean the pigsty, all whilst wearing a goofy-ass grin and maybe a red clown nose."

Today marks the final day of class, all that's left now is a chemistry final, an animal science final, and an AS lab final (which is tonight, actually).

Vince gave me a picture of us from the band banquet for Christmas. So sweet.

"Who spilled white-out on the--Oh wait, that's just Zola!" Oh, and that hat is Russ', not mine. I just stole it for the photo op :)

Do you believe in ghosts?  Have you ever seen a ghost? 

  I absolutely believe in ghosts. I believe spirits remain behind to impart something to us, even if it's not apparent. I've heard EVPs, seen anomalous photographs and other unexplained things. It's what's compelling me to join SPIRE--the chance to experience something like that first-hand.

In other news, my sister has misplaced her clarinet. My mom's freaking. I'm just glad I'm not there. Yep, I'm cuttin' and runnin'.

Turns out the Little I show is Saturday, not Sunday. Damn. So I'm skippin out on The Princess Friday, gonna do the show Saturday, then head to the theatre and then home for laundry.

Working with Dolly tonight was like starting back at square one. I spent most of the time either:
a) chasing after her when she got away from me
b) being drug around at the end of the rope with my heels dug in the mud
c) pulling, cussing and spitting at her

Whoever thinks halter-breaking isn't a sport hasn't ever done it. I'm whooped. I have a philosophy exam tomorrow...I can BS my way through it. The prof. <3s me.