Jesus, Paully. I must've mentioned the Lithuanian thing to you before. Lithuanian and Polish pride is beaten into every member of my family at birth. When my cousin Eric was in kindergarten, his teacher called my aunt, concerned that Eric was "speaking in tongues" in the classroom. Turns out he was just emulating his mother, my mother, and my grandmother by exclaming "Jesus and Mary!" in Lithuanian whenever he felt the need to be exclamatory. I can't quite recall how to spell it, but phonetically, it's pronounced, "Why yey-zeus tah mad eeah." Maybe I've never been quite so open about my Lithuanianess. Perhaps this is a shortcoming. Maybe I should come out of the closet, so to speak, and scream my Baltic and Eastern European heritage from the rooftops! I can curse like hell in Polish, too.
Gotta go. Tony's coming to fetch Jen and me, and we're going to some bar in The Flats. As I type this, Jen is running around wearing a red boustier. She occasionally comes tearing out of her room with various pants and skirts on to ask which ones best complement said boustier. She's also terribly upset with me because I'm wearing a mere jeans-and-niceish-shirt combo. But I dyed my hair bright red, so she says I have some redeeming quality. The soundtrack to this is the Rammstein and Rage Against the Machine CDs she has blasting from her room. Someone please explain my life to me.
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