The dang fish died

And, yeah, it was MY fish. My flatmate's is still very healthy. Perhaps too healthy...

My parents are visiting at the moment and that's kinda cool, spending time with them and all that. We're going to the coast tomorrow, as soon as I finish work, so I'm not going to be around for a week.

Before you get all envious of me, lying on a warm and sunny beach, I should say that my parents are health freaks and have told me to bring my hiking shoes and tennis racket (Do I own either of these items? No.)

These are the sacrifices I make for family time.

Sort of along the same lines, I'm going to a family reunion this month. It should be fun. Here is a conversation as I remember it between my then 15 year old cousin and myself, last time I saw her:

Her: I was pretty young when I lost my virginity

Me: Oh?

Her: I was 13.

Me: [audible sound of jaw cracking from opening so fast]

Her: Don't worry, I realised I was too young and I waited a long time before we did it again.

Me: Oh, that's good. How long?

Her: Two weeks.

That is not an exaggeration people. I sometimes wonder how much of an influence genes really have since I don't seem to have an awful lot in common with these people. Still, I can sit through a few hours of torture on the off chance that if I become a standup I'll never be short on material.