| Current mood: |  worried |
| Current music: | no musical preference. i just sit in silent disgust. |
my grandmother grosses me out.
she just does.
i cannot stand it anymore. everything about her -
the bald spots on her head, her sickly hands, her nasty skin. not to mention she is completely insane.
the way she eats her food. she gums it, like she doesnt have teeth, and rolls it around like slobbery, disgusting fudge. she opens her lips ever so slightly, as to show some of the putrid soggy clumps of food to you. and she always backwashes this cloud of death into her drink.
the way she nudges me when she laughes. sickly like.
the dirty jokes she tells, that only come off incredibly disgusting.
the way she puts on her lipstick, always getting it on her teeth and outside of her lips.
the way she walks.
the way her hands shake when she holds her cup of coffee.
the way she laughes - real big mouthed, with no sound. she just holds her mouth open really wide and squints her eyes, and lets out this rhaspy breath of air. ..ehhww.
the way she likes to rub my arm.
the way she talks.
the way she slumps.
the way she crosses her legs.
the way she picks at her disgusting skin (can you say goldmember?)
the way she talks about disgusting things, like her flaky eyelids, her waxy ears, sex...
the way she slaps the table when she thinks she's incredibly funny.
the way she likes to tell jokes until you pretend not to hear.
the way she likes to be all matter of fact-ish.
the way her finger nails have yellowed over time.
the way she even files her fingernails.
the way she talks about my grandfathers feet looking similar to mine.
the way she frowns and rolls her eyes.
the way she lets her mouth hang open when she sleeps. she looks like a dying fish, gasping for air.
the way her eyes are all sunken into her head.
the way her cheecks have these sick little dents in them - and then she complains hes fat.
the way her boobs literally sag down to her belly.
the way she touches her hair.
the way her hair flattenes against her head when she sits on the lazy boy too long.
the way her nose curls down - it reminds me of when i was eleven and i was at the mortuary for my great grandmothers viewing. i was so afraid to go into that room, i only peeked in once - and i saw my nanas nose peeking out of the coffin. eww.
and the way the inside of her nose looks black, her nostrils all big, as if is some endless pit of hair and boogers.
the way she likes to pull up her shirt and show me her camisols. eww.
god, everything about her sicks me out.
everything about her worries me to death.
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