April 24th, 2005

Angel (John)

People are strange

Last night there was so much drunken redneck testosterone in this house you could have drowned in it. Two of my cousins came by to visit with my dad. Both of these guys are a lot older than me, and I've never been real close to them. Hell, one I haven't seen since I was a kid. The subjects ranged from bar room fights, animal sex and which jail has the best food.

*rolls eyes*

Needless to say I hung out in my room and wrote on my sprogfic, which is growing for some damn reason. *glares at fic to stay within plot boundaries*

This morning I woke up to find out that the oldest cousin had received a call from one of my uncles telling him that my Great-Aunt had died last night in a house fire, and the fire dept is still looking for her body. The rest of her family got out, but the son burnt off a lot of hair trying to run back in to save her when they realized she wasn't outside. He wasn't seriously burned though from what I was told. Thank goodness. But they did completely lose the house, as well as 3 dogs.

I hadn't seen my Great-Aunt since my Uncle's funeral over 2 years ago. She was used to scare the crap outta me when I was little because she looked so much like my grandma, only meaner. *g* But I was never close to her even before that.

ETA: I had to come back to finish this since I had to reboot my computer.