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I realized that after talking to Nick's younger sister, Camille, for about an hour... I had more of a conversation with her than I ever did with my own two sisters. Last night I tried to talk to my younger sister but she decided to ignore me by signing off a minute after I sent her the message. It makes me think a lot. If I hold a sisterly bond with Camille, my own sisters will claim that I prefer her over them; my own blood. It's not about preference. It's more about who actually gives me the time of day to have a conversation and actually conversing back.
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Mom
I wish mom would just... care about what I have to say. Lately, I've had good news to say lately about work, school and my finances. Instead, she's more concern about the misery life that my older sister goes through with so many health issues, anger issues, boyfriend's and husband's she's been with since she was eighteen, etc. Maybe I should start some bullshit drama just to get her attention for at least 10 minutes.
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Lonely nights.
I wish Nick would stop drinking daily. It's Thursday night and he's passed out claiming it was because he's been cleaning all day when instead we could have just finished watching the documentary his mom recommended. I didn't say anything but I know it's all the beer he had. So much for spending time together. Sometimes fun isn't always just about drinking. I'm pretty bummed out. I wish we could just go on a vacation and be sober the entire time. What's happening?
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I'll be seeing you.
My nephew passed away last night. I've been sitting here crying, constantly looking at his Facebook and my hidden photo albums of the first and last Christmas we shared with him and our family. He was the sweetest kid, full of life and a great son to both his parents because we saw how respectful he was to everyone, myself included. As kids, I'd play with him. Growing up, we had the best and funniest conversations... even though I was 8 years older than him. He was an oddball as well.
When I heard the news, I instantly cried. I still can't swallow the idea that it was a suicide because he was being bullied by some kids who threatened to kill him. Out of fear, he took the "easy" way out. Till now, I can't imagine how his mother, my cousin, is feeling. My heart aches badly. He was their only child and just in an instant, he is gone.
I reminded my parents since I talked to them both today and told them I loved them. I can imagine that as a parent, when you lose your child it is the most painful experience they could ever face. Tell your family, friends and loved ones how much they mean to you. Life can be so short to some. Enjoy today and live for tomorrow. My nephew will forever be sleeping now. No one will ever hurt him now but his sudden death has made those who loved him ache on the inside. Rest in peace, Pablo Cesar Ramos Duran. I'll see you someday. I love you, nephew.
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Tip money= Beer money.
You know, after working from 11 AM to 3:30 PM, taking the bus to and from work, then walking home for half an hour... of course I deserve a beer after a long day of being up early and on my feet. Of course the $2.17 I spent on a beer was tip money from my job. It's like I please the customers and provide good service and I like to think, "This nice girl brought us our food, offered to get us anything we wanted, let's leave her a tip, dear. So when she gets off she can buy alcohol and be thankful that we paid for it." THANKS! :D
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So, I watched Atlantis: The Lost Empire for the first time. I didn't like it. It sucked.
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Nacho is sitting on my lap, I end up sneezing like four times. His reaction? He looks at me, all squinty eyed and all, and stretches his right paw to touch my lips. Then turns over and falls back asleep. Um, thanks, cat...
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@Fadylovesgiraffes
I want to kill Nacho 75% of the time, dude. Do I sound evil when I say all that stuff?
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Ode to my Orange monster, Nacho.
"Irais, what the fuck is a 'meemoo'?" Asked Nick. "Nacho is a meemoo, Nick!" I replied.


It seems that ever since I got this idiot cat, my life isn't so empty after all. He's not the brightest cat in the world, he's not exactly what I call perfect but he is my little guy. Despite our love-hate relationship, he knows just when to comfort me when I feel sad. When Nick was gone for two days, I sat on his chair spending all day crying. Nacho jumped up onto my lap and playfully bit my fingers to get my attention, so I'd rub his belly and he would purr for hours but never once left my side.

I am never alone. I forgot the last time I ever went into the bathroom on my own. Nacho even sits on my lap while I do my business, hops in the shower when I'm in there already showering, follows me into the kitchen, out to the front door when I head out for work and sleeps between Nick and me every morning. I am also watched when I get intimate with Nick. Seriously, he just sits on top of the dresser and watches us. Once in a while, he'll jump on the bed and sits next to Nick, purring, while we get down and dirty. He's pretty perverted but I am going far ahead into graphic details. Ah, well! Nacho turns 1 on April 20th. Yes, that's right ladies and gentlemen. On 4-20, we will not only celebrate the birth of this orange beast. OK, yes we will. Because Nick and I are lonely cat people. Ode to my cat, Nacho. The best little guy in the whole wide world. meow meow, purr purr, lick!
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