Farewell, Sweet Brother

E-mail this post

Remember me (?)

All personal information that you provide here will be governed by the Privacy Policy of Blogger.com. More...

My darling little brother, the one who routinely says he does not understand me and I am completely irrational, left today for the wild jungles of Belize.

He left, terribly excited at the thought of catching someone and bringing them home to do his laundry. He left, a tiny bit scared that his plane would be the first for the airline to crash. He left, grinning at his copious amounts of duct-tape, relishing the thought of taping the mouths of fellow rescue workers/annoying highschoolers mouths shut. Also, when he left, he said he would miss me. MISS ME!

As if that weren't earth shattering enough, he also made me a contributor to his blog, appropriately titled "A Hateful Subconscious". His blog is hilarious and scathing enough to make me look downright nice. (A newer reader to my blog, with whom I spoke to in person, informed me that my blog is very angry. Enough to maybe scare him, just a little bit, of me, as a person, in general.) While I was not given the priviledge of actually writing for it, I was instructed to post his pre-written missives every week. Be assured, if you don't carefully check it out, you will be missing gems such as the discussion of the overuse of the phrase "OMFG" and tiger skinning.

And while you will be missed greatly, we can rest assured you will come back the better for doing your laundry with rocks, chasing down natives and whatever other inappropriate behavior you can conjure.

0 Responses to “Farewell, Sweet Brother”

Leave a Reply

      Convert to boldConvert to italicConvert to link


This odd narrative is my life. I ended up in Pittsburgh, of all places--from the beach. I have no hobbies, other than cooking excessively and eating microwave popcorn. I enjoy shopping, the Food network, hiding the remote so the Food network cannot be turned off, find ethnic food stores and restaurants and reading voraciously. My life is decidedly pedestrian.

I worked in the car business where I was required to be ruthless and soul-less wench, which is when I started this project. Since then, I've kept it up because secretly, I've always wanted to join the military. Every male in my mother's family has joined and I quietly entertain thoughts of joining. I haven't yet and don't know if I ever will, but sending the troops cookies keeps me sane. it makes me think I still have a shred of human kindness left in my withering soul. it's a small way for me to salute the men and women who are brave enough to fight for freedom. And makes me feel like I'm contributing toward troop morale--even if I'm not. So if you want to help, send me addresses of troops you know stationed overseas. you may also contribute toward the cost of chocolate chips, but don't feel obligated, that link is here only by request.

the past


ATOM 0.3