I have a call to return tomorrow between class & Marah & laundry.
A possible job interview. It would rock, but I won't get my hopes up.

Money, money, money...

I was walking down the street today and had the sudden desire to call up my mom. I wanted to talk to her, but not the real her, just an idealized mother that I don't have hold of. So, for fear of having my heart broken when reality answered, I never called.

I may have to read that book Motherless Mothers.  I hear it does wonders for a girl.

Mothers generally don't like me. For whatever reason. They think I'm a bad influence or say I sound like a call girl. But the best friend's mother will always know the true you. While at her mom's house, my friend tried to call me. When her mom heard that I didn't pick up, she said I would never do that and that it must have had something to do ( Read more... )

I've got a friend who happens to be gay. Strike that--I've got a plethora of friends that happen to be gay, but today's anecdote is of just one of them.

I was at the beach. Not really a beach, but an area of sand and rocks that is discreetly nestled downtown, right between the train tracks and the Thea Foss Waterway. My girl and I were throwing ( Read more... )

My mother left me a message saying she was just checking in because we hadn't talked for a couple days.

A couple of days, a couple of weeks. Apparently it's all the same to her. It's time to make her work for our relationship, if she indeed wants one.