“Let’s set Tipper free and then she’ll die in the wilderness… WAIT NO YOUR FAMILY WILL HATE ME!!” My cousin Missa has always been the kind of person to blurt things out. It is only later in life that she has begun to take into account the repercussions of outlandish actions i.e. kitty homicide. … She had asked me a few weeks ago to be her interpreter – as she’s equally as intelligent as I am, but is more of a numbers gal than words lady. Missa has always been intrigued by the fact that I maintain a blog and fervently requests more posts devoted to her (hence the mentions every now and then).
“Let’s co-write something”… So here we go: Missa and I aren’t only connected by biology, we are also connected by the Lord as we are (as she calls it) “God-Sisters,” so it’s inevitable that our lives will continuously link. The intertwining of the past decade has mostly involved holidays as Missa had been living in Baltimore for the 4 years following her undergrad. She’s around more often nowadays because she’s recently moved back home – allowing us more of an opportunity to bond (read: hang out often). As a younger cousin, I must admit that it is pretty cool to have her around.
“I still want it to be your head” – Missa is making this difficult because she’s an excellent story teller but has trouble translating that into writing.
“Wait! So are we acting??!!” We both break out in our uproarious, raucous common noise/gasp for air that tends to sound like laughter. She has no idea what to talk about so she’s just yelling at the cat, my sister and her nebulizer, and me for not divulging pertinent information (my dad’s best friend’s background information).
I enjoy engaging in conversation more than I do blogging about it. I think I actually hate blogging, but at the same time LOVE reading Trisha’s blog, I call iT Tristen’sworld.com. Weeks later she was turning my Plane Jane emails into something semi-intellectual.
I don;’t know how to blog. Is this is diary entry? A story?
Who will see this? Full disclosure.
I wear big sunglasses from the p
Tristen omits “like” when she is speaking. This is very important during the interview process. I can see her doing very well in an interview. I sweat, Trisha shines.
I just stick this in my eye
stick is in somebody else’s eye
I rather talk than write
Did Tristen just give me the silent treatment?
SCREAMING!!! SHELL SHOCK!!!
I cant breathe. Apparently my cousin is a poet. And on that I bid you adieu.