But for many other reasons. I’m going out right now to get all ‘tipsy’. Let’s see if I don’t fuck up.
Also I have more stories, but those will wait for tomorrow.
Love, Alan
who loves Brynn.
sometimes.
Everyone be mean to Alan. He’s abandoned this blog in a time of need and he doesn’t care about the little people. Alan’s got a tattoo now, he’s too cool for school this blog. Wait, I have a tattoo…does that make me cool too?
It didn’t hurt that much. I guess I’m just ALL THAT IS MAN.
OK it hurt a little. And I wish she was there to hold my hand. Actually, I just want to hold Brynn’s hand all the time. But she don’t buy my love.
Bitter:Sweet- The Mating Game
You know why I posted this. We play this game every day. Sucks, but we gotta do it. And even if we “finish” the game, there’s no guarantee that we won’t end up as lonely as when we started it.
Alan just txted me and is on his way to get an equal sign tattooed on his forearm. I am excited/nervous for him, mainly because I’ve always wanted to get two black bars done on my left forearm*, just below the bend and also the fact that it’s going to hurt like hell.
* I later decided against it when I got my “waves” or “squiggly lines” on my back done.
I have yet to ever experience the joy of falling over and over again on my ass in the freezing cold snow. I have never surfed, skied, nor skateboarded.
Snowboarding tomorrow for my sister’s birthday should be a blast. And if I can find my camera, I’ll try to video it even though it will most likely be of me sitting in the snow, cursing the wind.
In about 5 hours Christmas 1 starts and then Christmas 2 with the other part of the family soon follows. I should be getting sleep for the cavalcade of awkward family gathering but I’m up watching Entourage and tumbling. Good call, yeah?
alan
Fuck em.
Also, good luck this holiday season. I myself will be toasted while navigating through a meeting of extended family. All of whom believe me to be the fuck-up of the family. I never call! I never write! If I plan things correctly I can hit both gatherings in under 3 hours and be home by bed-time (bottle time). Which, actually, is all the time. Starting now.
Good luck everyone! I love you.
ALAN!!!!!!!!!!1111
It’s almost Christmas time and you know what that means. Family. Wes Anderson’s commercial for The Royal Tenenbaums stated, “Family isn’t a word, it’s a sentence.” I couldn’t agree more. You love them by default, but you just can’t be in the same room with them. Don’t worry, the feeling’s universal.
For this Christmas, all of my family including my sister’s family of four kids are coming, along with my aunt’s family of five. The total number of people occupying our house? 15. “Have a holly incredibly jolly overcrowded Christmas…”
I can guarantee you the first comment made when everyone arrives is, “What’s that on your…is that a lip piercing? You got your lip pierced?!” My cousin Kelly will approve while my aunt will ask my mom for details like, “Did you know she was getting it done? How do you feel about it? Oh I could never do that.” My uncle will stare at it in fascination and my sister’s Mormon family will continue to shake their heads in disapproval in the corner of the room while whispering, “Auntie Brynn is a bad aunt. Do the opposite of everything she does.”
This, of course, is only the grand opening. It may be considered as “e pluribus unum.” I know my family isn’t the only one like this so I wish you good luck in holding your own tongue and temper while keeping a smile on your face. Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays.
XOXO,
B
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Thank you, Thank you!
I’ll be signing Autographs
outside the arena
in about 30 minutes.Had I known this was a TumblrAward category, I’dve put myself in the running!
