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FUCK DUKE... but i love my family(s)
Some Notes of Interest, Also Notes to Myself: -Hands shaking, palms sweating, heart thudding, eyelids wide open and refusing to close for even a millisecond, I stood frozen in the middle of Mirm's living room with the rest of the men holding my breath (and my curses) for the entirety of that last ten minutes. -Jimmy has good taste in movies and apparently when I refer to "the girls" I am not including myself. Example: A Clockwork Orange was good until the girls got squeamish and we had to turn it off. -Speeding on windy roads and a faulty transmission is a bad idea. -It continues to be true that I have acute Andy Kaufman Syndrome and feel most on top when others mistakenly think they have won. -It continues to be true that I am not attracted to The Sensitive Type. Thank God. Can't deal with that shit. -The padres found photographic proof that I am not so much the straightedge little girl I was a year ago. Now my dad is more comfortable with me, knowing I am human, and Mum is not quite sure what to do with me I think. Either way I was shocked. The dwelling and obsessing began immediately. -As soon as I arrived at Mirm's house, her mum asked me to fetch a Sprite for a guest. I love being treated like one of the family. Feels good on my soul. -I am taking Mirm to Hotlanta someday. Soon. -Rachel and I are going to... GUESS! Hint: Cold as FUCK, but Magpie and Kaylface live there so it's worth it. -Need to call home and Atlanta more often. Need to be better daughter and granddaughter. -Need to stop obsessing over whether or not Mum is disappointed in me. Also whether or not Codeman feels the same. -Need to get a damn job. Also stop cursing so much probably. Dammit. FIN. 4:26 a.m., Sunday, Feb. 13, 2005 |
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