My Christmhistory:
1977-1981: I don't fucken remember.

1982-1990: My cousins and aunts and uncles on my mother's side of the family owned all of the property around a lake in Atamansit. Every year we would all gather at my great aunt's and tell stories, sing Christmas Carols, and record the event on VHS. There were a couple of years when my father's ( Read more... )

Ok, seriously, what is it with my parents getting married without telling anyone ( Read more... )

I did not go to CT to kill or beat up or otherwise guiltify my father.

My grandmother sounds like she's doing okay.

I am incredibly bored.

Rebound the cat has gone native for the last week or so. But last night, while ( Read more... )

Lot and I have been e-mailing back and forth for the past hour or so, though he is in the next room, and I can actually see him from where I'm sitting.

I note this, not because it means I'm spending entirely too much time at Zuzu's, or because I'm being incredibly dorky today, I'm just pointing out that I am, occasionally, adept at communication.

For ( Read more... )

It's summery, and the geese are honking in the park. I am in a park. It's summery and I'm outdoors in the morning, and I swear this time, mom, I'm not even close to homeless.

The geese are honking, not at me, but at each other. Mating and flying and hissing and swimming and eating the plant life in this unswimmable water. These black capped, white ( Read more... )

* So, my new roommate, Patrick,  woke me up around 2:30 on Thursday morning. I seem to remember him asking if I could drive stick, and then asking whether the hospital down the street took walk-ins. I have not seen him since, and as his only phone happens to be here in our apartment, there is no way to call him. I am a bit worried ( Read more... )

My inability to hold boring small talk with strangers is proof of nature over nurture. Friday night, my father, my stepmother, Ben and I managed to have a ten minute discussion on how cold it was. It was really fucken cold. That could have summed the whole discussion up.

To rectify the coldness, my father and his wife are headed to Cancun. My ( Read more... )

Before leaving for New York, Ben and I were eating breakfast at our favorite diner, when he said: "You always order the Eggs Benedict, and you manage to get like three quarters of the way through breakfast without cracking the yokes. That's damned impressive ( Read more... )

Just got an e-mail from my mother's boyfriend. They need to see me sometime in the next few weeks. Something they can't discuss with me via phone or e-mail. Fuck.

I would like to apologize to The American Public for the current blizzard situation. It's my fault. In September 2000, I moved to Burlington, Vermont, where I spent some time hanging out with my friends, Dagster and The Soggy Blind Lesbian (they have real names, but they're intimidated by my other friends' cool monikers). 2000/2001 was the snowiest ( Read more... )