Monday, March 23, 2009


People, jokes, food, property - everything gets old. My grandmother is sick. She's dying. There's nothing wrong with her, except that she got old. Her organs are failing simply because they're outdated. I have nothing but silence for what's going on.

Rachael Ray used to be relaxing to me. Well, first I hated her, then I loved her, and now - she's old. I'm over her.

Jokes get old. We all know this. We've all been the butt of a joke that's gotten old.

Work today was good, although my work load continues to grow no matter how diligent and focused I am. My mom is in San Antonio tonight; it's just me and fasha here in Houston. And Jackie.

Why do weekends go so quickly?

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