if you don't want to read it, don't. I support either way.
it's impossible for me to NOT open it. really it was just a "thanks for sending my mom a card on the anniversary of dad's death" and a general "how's things". however, hot on the heels of my dream and the fact that he was my OTL makes me kinda stupid. it's also a bit weird that he's choosing to message me now. see, he and his wife(yes, wife) had a joint myspace account(LAME!) until about 3 days ago. or maybe i am reading too much into it...
At 93 (which really isn't that far out nowadays) great-great-GREAT
Which would be so cool, really. Not worth hiding someone bc pills or anything...
While it would be cool, it's not likely. Mom's a severe diabetic who doesn't take good care of herself or regulate her blood sugar. HER mother died at 74 of cardiac arrest brought on by severe diabetes (after losing her leg to the disease).
But on the other hand, her father died just shy of 90 years old, with a full head of hair and with his fourth great-great grandchild on the way.
To make it a bit unfair, my grandfather smoked non-filtered cigarettes, worked in the coal mines from age 12, drank his own moonshine, was a severe alcoholic and a compulsive gambler, while his wife was a teetotaller.
cereal:
tiggy, your inner teen can relax.
I have some friends and family who want me to join Facebook and MySpace. I'm not sure why.
Man, today has been a relentess series of DO NOT WANTs.
To make it a bit unfair, my grandfather smoked non-filtered cigarettes, worked in the coal mines from age 12, drank his own moonshine, was a severe alcoholic and a compulsive gambler, while his wife was a teetotaller.
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Um...
Got the recipe for that 'shine?
Sigh, I want some mexican food SO BADLY right now.
My kingdom for a tamale!
Has the internet changed that much since the Buffistas got started that it's not reproducible? That woman makes us sound antique. I mean, when I was making friends on USENET it wasn't
that
different. And there were still axe murderers out there.
Facebook and MySpace.
While I will cop to having a Facebook page (which I had well before it was trendy, thankyouverymuch), I've been asked if I have a MySpace roughly a brazillion times in the last two months. I've now just taken to calling it a corporate sellout that I refuse to get involved in.
(Mostly I just hate the layout. And the auto-load music. And the searing of my retinas with the inappropriate color schemes.)
embraces my darling LJ
She could get to a great-great, couldn't she?
Three words. Five. Generation. Picture.
