so, this past weekend, i was in LA (ok, newport beach) with my sister. i passed up a trip to sandpoint, idaho--to learn how to ski & sit in a hot tub--w/boicityboy and wavetool to go, b/c family is family and given that she doesn't fly, when was the punker going to be out to california again anytime soon ( Read more... )

so apparently, my sister isn't over whatever i thought we worked out over xmas. tonight she called to tell me that if i'm going to be stressed about it, she doesn't want me to come down to LA to hang out with her. she said i was too stressed over the holidays and that it was very unpleasant and not very much fun to deal with me and it basically ( Read more... )

so, here i am, uncomfortably ensconced in the twin bed from my childhood upon which i jumped so many times that i broke all the springs. it's now like sleeping on a bag of twisted. mangled rebar with sheets stretched over it. i have begged and begged and pleaded and cajoled and whined and passive-aggressived for YEARS about how horrible it is to ( Read more... )