7.25.2001
 
Just when I start to get into a better mood, my grandma has to lecture me about how bright I should turn the light now that it's been moved to the curtains. One, I never turn the light on full power and two, it's fluorescent so even when you put your hand on it at most it's warm. Thanks grandma.

But the most annoying part of what just happened was her gestures. Whenever my grandma wants to emphasis a point, she slows down her words, her voice gets low, she speaks in heavily accented english, and paws my shoulder or arm like a cat while arching her back forward. Hard to imagine, I know, but I know the mechanics of my grandma so much I know exactly what she really means behind all the comments and praises.

Not to mention her constantly familiar bodily contact with me is a bit too close for my tastes.

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