Hmm, good point. He’s not a cheater anyway. He just sends me the sweetest notes (“You have a beautiful gift, Sarah…” I just like saying that :)) and he paints me pictures all the time. And we connect in all these awesome ways…but I have to cut him off. Feh! No more Sarah for him! Ha! feh! (It does feel rather good!).
And Lux, Swiddles did call him, and he called back, but only after he bitched at her 'cause he was sleeping. So it was a call-after call, which technically doesn’t count, especially since she didn’t even answer it. So right now she’s got the hand, and it’s only right for a chica like Swiddles to keep him dangling. (Jeez, when did dating become more complicated than football?)
Ok, so my news today is neither mundane nor pointless: My favorite Aunt Elaine died today. She was test-driving a new car and was driving through the Harbor Tunnel when a Mack truck sideswiped her and her car exploded. My uncle was following in his car and was injured, but he’s ok.
I’m sort of numb about it right now. I had a dinner date with a friend and still went. I haven’t even cried. I just keep shaking. I went out to dinner and everyone was talking about how the Tunnel was closed, how smoke and fumes covered the skyline for about three hours. That was my Aunt. I can’t even believe it. Just at Christmas, she was so excited about finally getting a new car. Tomorrow I have to drive through the same tunnel to get to school. I am in shock.
I don’t want to start a thread about it, but I need to get this out: she was so awesome. I stayed with her a lot when I was a kid and things got bad at home. She was always the one who stood up to my dad when he got really drunk and really mean, the one who hid us when we needed a place to hide from him and told my mom to leave him, the one who told him to go to hell and called him a “dumb fucker.” She always called him that: smart lady. She never had kids, and she was so much fun to be with.
The weirdest thing is, I woke up late and was blow-drying my hair at like 2pm, and I started thinking about my best friend who died a month before we graduated. She was driving when a Mack truck hit her and her car exploded. Pretty similar, right? I haven’t thought about her in a while, but I did for some reason right then. I went to the mall and when I came back on 695, there were all these signs about the tunnel being closed, and then I got home and found out that my aunt had died, and it happened at about 2 pm. Wow.
I don’t want to drive through the Tunnel tomorrow. I mean, her car exploded. I don’t want to see that.
Hope I didn’t make anyone sad. I’ll be okay. I just wish I didn’t feel so fragile right now.
