I’ve had my gmail adress for almost 4 years, which makes it the most complete diary I’ve ever kept. Sometimes I search through to find exactly what I was doing on this day in years past. 3 years ago, it appears that my cousin Fuzz, then a college senior, was visiting me in my crappy Astoria studio. Our grandma wrote us this email:
I want you two focusing on a fun time and behave yourselves
of course I know you will be perfect little angels whooping it
up in the big city.——-have extra special exciting great stuff on
your program—see ya grandmaWhat she didn’t know was that my then-boyfriend would pull a wart from his hand using his teeth during that very weekend. Extra special exciting great stuff indeed!
This just made me throw up water all over my lap.