ASSisted Living

So going to visit my Great Grandmother in philly was a trip nonetheless. She fell and messed up her hip or something so shes in an assisted living place right now...and she cannot express how much she hates it. But honestly, if I lived there I dont think id hate it! The food yes, but the people are TOO much. This guy, for instance. I was trapped sitting behind him for a while...and I must have had my devious plans written all over my face because mom says: "DONT push him."

Bitch, how did you know?!

I only wanted to give him a little pushy push. Nothing rash! Not like his ass would have even noticed. Or woken up. But I could see the situation turning into something bad...some old dying, sleeping man slowly wheeling down the hall and into the wall (because you know I would have pushed him too fast and he would have kept going and going and going until BAM)

Whatever...he wanted it.

All the crazy ladies there made me laugh. Theyre all in denial about falling asleep mid-sentence or about their hearing. Pft. When Im old im going to run aroun with a loudspeaker and make people talk into it for me.

It was good to see grams. But the rest fo my family....not so much. My cousins turned out slutty. As have I. So we really are family. Middle cousin really benefited from her nose job. Bitch went from jewish girl, to porn star in 2 hours with a recovery time of 2 weeks. (But next time fix the turned up pig snout.) LOVE YAH!

Im going to hell, no?