Though the whale shark adventure was intriguing, what stood out to R-Nasty about L-Nasty's latest post was the claim that R-Nasty had abandoned not only duzcuz, but her beloved, overtly promiscuous cousin L-Nasty. Whilst reading, all I/R-Nasty/giving up could think about were all the cousinly times we had shared together. Not even the batch of pfeffernusse/bowel movements I stress ate seemed to be able to fix the emotional destruction I experienced while reading about the hatred L-Nasty expressed towards me in her last post. I JUST WANT THINGS TO GO BACK TO NORMAL:
And then I logged onto the wonderful virtual world of facebook, and HAD MORE HATE MAIL FROM THIS GIRL I USED TO CALL FAMILY, AND PERHAPS EVEN A SISTER. IT BROUGHT ME TO THE GROUND, OVERWHELMED WITH LOVING MEMORIES FROM THE PAST. NOT EVEN F-DILLY AKA VERBOSE LOAF COULD RESCUE ME FROM THESE HEART WRENCHING SOBS THAT HAD BEFALLEN MY BODY. I had no memory of abandoning the blog, apparent by the many hours I spent collaging photos of both L-Nasty and R-Nasty peeing in the unknown waters and mountains and Inuit teepees of Alaska.
This post sent me over the edge for good. I wandered the dark alleyways of Chicago for what seemed to be days. Without my cousin, what did I even have left in this world? After unconsciously joining the street gang WCK (Windy City Killers), and attempting to graffiti our duzcuz URL on every public bathroom I saw, before an angry maintenance employee named Belinda yanked me out, I could not help reminisce about my cousin, and what she now thought of me. She wanted me gone. Never to be a part of this blog, or her life, again:
Undoubtably L-Nasty's plan for me
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