Weird.

My Aunt Sissy died.

June 8th, which is my Aunt Kathie's birthday.

My Aunt Sissy (her real name is Linda) was my father's sister. Apparently he's really upset about it. Which, I find sort of like, weird.

Whatever.

I'm really not that upset. Sorta shocked cause she was 47. I hadn't seen her in close to a decade.

She drank *a lot*.

You know who I feel bad for? When my aunt was 16, she had a baby out of wedlock and gave it up for adoption. If that baby ever comes looking for her, it'll find out she's dead.

It'd be nice to have another cousin.

Oh well.

Weee!

Happy Birthday singingmollusk!!

*giggles*

I went to the NJRK today, and I got someone a PREESSEENTT... and the last time I got this person a present I got beat up.

*gggggiiiiggggllleeesss*

Oooh, Voltaire was there today with his son and his MOMMIEEE!! He was leading her around on his arm, like she was a queen and he was her escort.. it was SOOO cute. He's awesome. And she calls him Voltaire, and it cracks me up.

Today was a good, sunnie, dry, windy day.

I am tired.

Oh, my dad called. Gotta call him. Eventually. Uggh.