sg

Behold:

That would be public. And right there, in public, in the diaper and knee high tube socks? Sucking on a Co’Cola? That would be me. It's true: most (fashion) abusers were (fashion) abused themselves.

Sg, this is your aunt Katie watching some Olympics. I don't mind telling you that it's disconcerting referring to members of my generation as “aunt”.

Sg, I'm sorry to say that we're not very good about checking messages on the home phone. Today we heard a message that was several days old from John McCain. He said that if you didn't call back about the Vice Presidential slot, he was going to have to assume you weren't interested and go with the next most qualified person.

Apologies;
we will try
to be better
about
checking messages
in the future.

Sg, I'm hanging out with you in your room, and using the computer when you would rather I help you put your lizards and reptiles cards back in their case (for the tenth time in fifteen minutes). I understand that repetition is an important part of learning, but I seriously have no further interest in assisting in the packaging and unpackaging of the aforementioned cards. Anyway, as I'm typing this, you're experimenting with hitting me to get your way.

It isn't working. And no offense, but you hit like a girl.

(Updated; see below)

How dost thou afford thine rock n’ roll lifestyle?

Good.