Writer's Block: The only true question:

[Error: unknown template qotd]Pirates, bitch.

Because then you can talk like one.

Who ever heard of a talking ninja?

I'm greedy, selfish, and perverse, and so okay with that.

This god damned computer won't let me download House episodes.

Fucker.

My great aunt died today. Or maybe she was my great-great aunt. I never figured out the exact geneology other than that my mother, for as long as I could remember, called her and her sister 'the ancestors'.

Every time we went to Mississippi, we had to drive the hour into Jackson to see the ancestors. Ever since, you know, my birth, the ancestors had been there, and had been old. Thats just how it works.

Her sister, my grandfather's mother, known as Naneen, died two years ago. (so I guess my aunt was indeed my great aunt.) I got her car. And now Aunt Bootsie has died. I'm out of the country for the funeral.

The last time I saw the woman, she was in the hospital after a stroke. She couldn't really get words out around her immobile tongue and was no one I recognized. I was the only kid allowed to see her. She would have been 101 years old on June 5th.

I will never forget what my grandfather said after we'd (my mother, him, and myself) left the hospital.

"That, Dami, is what happens when you just live too damn long."

I've never been a sentimental person, and now is no exception. I don't even think my family is driving in for the funeral. We all started thinking of her as dead a long time ago.

I'm not sure what the point of this post is. Probably its me, feeling like I had to say something about her.

She's at peace, in a better place, no longer suffering, and would spin in her grave if she saw the House fanfiction that I have opened in another window.