  so... does anyone out there know Kelly's physical address? i see this about her getting blood poisoning. and i feel so bad for her, for that pain and the spring break that has been thwarted. i want to send her flowers. or at least to drop her pressie for her b-day off at her doorstep. but i have neither her address nor a car.
poor dear. i really like her, that girl. i care about her. this isn't about greasing other tracks. been spending the afternoon with my blog stuff, trying to pretty-up the interface. but i gave up.
it's not as logical as you'd think. and i'm sick of tinkering. it's good enough. it's not for me that i change it up. but Kelly... and my brother. shoot, guys.
my dad is like the lowest rated when it comes to having intuition about behaviour. although maybe he has a more keen sense than he usually lets on. but regardless, this is what he said last night... "She's Pregnant. " What? we all ask. me and my mom are trying subtly to find out whether he's purely guessing or if he's trying to frame private information in a safe encasing.
he kept with his guessing. all the speculation adds up. none of us could refute his asumption. and none of us wished to. god, my mom says, "this is what i've lived for. " uh-hem.
no pressure, charlotte. just, having babies is her only want from me. i'm actually a little teary-eyed that her sight are set on such hetero-bound goals. things i can't just make happen. i don't want my brother's happiness to be mired by my selfish rejections. but you know, this is the kind of thing i think about when i buy new razors.
like i can reconfigure my inner make-up with external tools. oh, poop. now i'm crying. forget it. i'm gonna take a walk. take a pain killer, refil my buffer.
and try not to think of how much my life is a disappointment to my parents. there's a million coming-out stories out there. what about for those of us who have to deal with our siblings getting married? 
