this house's faultline [seperatesreason]
I love my mother. I love my father, too, of course.
But I'm not sure where I'd be without my mother. On the way to the hospital the other day, I told her about my tattoo. My abdomen was wrenched in pain and I thought maybe that had something to do with it. The disappointment in her face only made it worse. Just my luck, it had nothing to do with the tattoo. Could have been a kidney stone, maybe a cyst. They don't really know. But for some reason, she put aside her anger when I was scared. I don't know how, but she did. We ended up talking about it that night, and it ended up in her hugging me and telling me she reserved the right to kid me about the tattoo in five years.
Ultrasound today. They didn't find anything, so who knows what happened. All I know is, it hurt like hell.
Today, I had to tell my dad. But before he got into town, I ran out west to Best Buy. I bought several good albums, including The Weakerthan's "Reconstrucion Site," Kaddisfly's "Buy Our Intention; We'll Buy You a Unicorn," Gatsby's American Dream's "Volcano," & Bear VS. Shark's "Terrorhawk."
Exxxxciting.
