So very, very wrong...
Mood:  sad
Now Playing: Jack Johnson
So I know I have been really lame about keeping the site updated but shit happens. I was going to write about evacuating Capitol Hill while I was in DC (Cessna bastards!) but then my grandmother got ill and I just haven’t had the time or the inclination to blog or update the site. Trivial in the big picture so to say.

So here is a disgusting bit for you. The story must be told as horrible as it is. I'm really not a total demented sicko, my family just tends to use humor to deal with personal grief. Besides, if you are easily disturbed, you probably shouldn’t be reading my blog entries anyway…

So there I am holding my grandmother’s hand while she fades (not a lot of fun to say the least) when I hear an odd sound from across the room. I look over and there is Almenda, gram’s roommate in the ‘home’, with her hands just buried in her diapers and she is muttering “oh God, oh my God” as she vigorously rubs one out. Seriously. I look over and I freak and then I start to laugh. How fucked up is that? My grandmother is slowly dying while her roommate is in a world of serious 'O'. It was so wrong and yet so fricking hilarious…in a very sick, sick way I know.

So my mom comes in later while Almenda is in the front room having supper and flings herself onto Almenda’s bed.

I start laughing and say “If you had ANY idea what happened on that bed, you wouldn’t be lolling around on it.”

So my mom asks me what and I say “Let’s just say with what Almenda’s been doing, she should already be blind” and my mom is all “Oh my God.” And I said, “Funny, that’s what Almenda was shouting too.”

Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!