A story about my two male cousins
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carose59"Well, I Guess the Room Is Empty. What a Perfect Time to Set Fire to My Desk."*
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As promised, the story about my two cousins. My two male cousins, one of whom is three years older than me, the other of whom is seven years younger.
The first is from the summer I was twelve. We were staying with my aunt and cousin in Texas for a month or so. My uncle was off in Cambodia. Now, this cousin and I are both only children, so in some ways we're like siblings to each other, and in other ways we're just both spoiled-only-children. We've always been close, and we've always fought. Anyway, for some reason he bought me a present. It was an egg, sort of, made of–I can't think what it's called. Not papier mache, but something like that, a sort of paste concoction, the name of which is just outside the periphery of my memory. Anyway, it was about eight inches long, four and a half inches wide, and it opened up so you could keep stuff inside. I used to keep my old movie ticket stubs there, 'til I started seeing so many movies I would have needed a warehouse to keep them all in. Anyway, the thing about it was, it was day-glo orange, with white curlicues, and the centers of the curlicues were filled in with electric blue. (Hey, it was the seventies!) So, he comes up to me and hands me this thing, and with great pride tells me he saw it in the store and bought it for me because it looked like me.
Uh–yeah. Great. Thanks. A lot. Really, thanks. It looks like me?!? Quick look in the mirror, but I don't see anything to warrant this! I guess it was a reflection of my flamboyant personality. Anyway, even while it kind of worried me about the image I project to the world, I loved it.
But I got over it—the worry part, I just thought it was kind of amusing until the next Christmas, when I got a present from my younger male cousin. It was a bottle of perfume, the kind you used to be able to get in the five and dime. I don't know where you'd get one now–the dollar store, maybe. Anyway, it smelled mostly of alcohol, but the scent wasn't the big thing about it. The big thing was the bottle. It was clear, round glass, and the perfume itself was pink. And the top of the bottle had a big, bright pink, fuzzy head. And you know why my cousin gave it to me? Yep, you guessed it! He saw it in the store and thought it looked like me!
This just explains so much to me. No wonder half the guys here at work are afraid of me. I project a big, bright pink, fuzzy, egg-shaped orangeness with white and electric blue curlicues. I'm surprised I don't glow in the dark.
*Mr. Feeney
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As promised, the story about my two cousins. My two male cousins, one of whom is three years older than me, the other of whom is seven years younger.
The first is from the summer I was twelve. We were staying with my aunt and cousin in Texas for a month or so. My uncle was off in Cambodia. Now, this cousin and I are both only children, so in some ways we're like siblings to each other, and in other ways we're just both spoiled-only-children. We've always been close, and we've always fought. Anyway, for some reason he bought me a present. It was an egg, sort of, made of–I can't think what it's called. Not papier mache, but something like that, a sort of paste concoction, the name of which is just outside the periphery of my memory. Anyway, it was about eight inches long, four and a half inches wide, and it opened up so you could keep stuff inside. I used to keep my old movie ticket stubs there, 'til I started seeing so many movies I would have needed a warehouse to keep them all in. Anyway, the thing about it was, it was day-glo orange, with white curlicues, and the centers of the curlicues were filled in with electric blue. (Hey, it was the seventies!) So, he comes up to me and hands me this thing, and with great pride tells me he saw it in the store and bought it for me because it looked like me.
Uh–yeah. Great. Thanks. A lot. Really, thanks. It looks like me?!? Quick look in the mirror, but I don't see anything to warrant this! I guess it was a reflection of my flamboyant personality. Anyway, even while it kind of worried me about the image I project to the world, I loved it.
But I got over it—the worry part, I just thought it was kind of amusing until the next Christmas, when I got a present from my younger male cousin. It was a bottle of perfume, the kind you used to be able to get in the five and dime. I don't know where you'd get one now–the dollar store, maybe. Anyway, it smelled mostly of alcohol, but the scent wasn't the big thing about it. The big thing was the bottle. It was clear, round glass, and the perfume itself was pink. And the top of the bottle had a big, bright pink, fuzzy head. And you know why my cousin gave it to me? Yep, you guessed it! He saw it in the store and thought it looked like me!
This just explains so much to me. No wonder half the guys here at work are afraid of me. I project a big, bright pink, fuzzy, egg-shaped orangeness with white and electric blue curlicues. I'm surprised I don't glow in the dark.
*Mr. Feeney