Feliz Dia de las Madres
Mothers Day started out kinda shitty. and not for me, for my mum. i just felt so bad, dad and her were fighting again, more tears, etc etc. not the typical Mothers Day rituals.
however, things began to look up as my grandparents and uncle Dave came over for lunch. it was nice, but not the same as previous years, without Lisa and all. fuck her.
me and matt sang/played for them, after lunch. they liked it a lot.
i took out the SLR and started a new roll of film. of basically random stuff around the house. but i want to get out and go Downtown. Downtown Durham, no matter how dirty and ghetto and dangerous we all say it is, is really beautiful and historic. i can imagine a shot of some old black guys sittin outside the barber shop, classic. me and timmy had a conversation about that: how those men did that all their lives and knew every customer that came in. they are satisfied with their job and their lives. thats how we wanted to be.
ah, and then my mom came home and yelled for me to get to work, since i had to be there in 4 minutes. work was good and busy. i made mulah, which is good. i made a lot this weekend, but i need to start saving for Australia. (*feeling of excitement*)
hmmm.... i need to talk to you. you confuse me, i wish i knew what you were thinking/feeling, esp. last night. what was up? i cant wait for you to take the initiative, ill be waiting forever. i need to take command of the situation. but ya, stuff to get figured out. and i wont take ambiguity. give it to me straight, no chaser.
ps- i wrote the previous poem freshman year. about my dad. i stumbled across it and found it to be strikingly appropriate.
~katie
however, things began to look up as my grandparents and uncle Dave came over for lunch. it was nice, but not the same as previous years, without Lisa and all. fuck her.
me and matt sang/played for them, after lunch. they liked it a lot.
i took out the SLR and started a new roll of film. of basically random stuff around the house. but i want to get out and go Downtown. Downtown Durham, no matter how dirty and ghetto and dangerous we all say it is, is really beautiful and historic. i can imagine a shot of some old black guys sittin outside the barber shop, classic. me and timmy had a conversation about that: how those men did that all their lives and knew every customer that came in. they are satisfied with their job and their lives. thats how we wanted to be.
ah, and then my mom came home and yelled for me to get to work, since i had to be there in 4 minutes. work was good and busy. i made mulah, which is good. i made a lot this weekend, but i need to start saving for Australia. (*feeling of excitement*)
hmmm.... i need to talk to you. you confuse me, i wish i knew what you were thinking/feeling, esp. last night. what was up? i cant wait for you to take the initiative, ill be waiting forever. i need to take command of the situation. but ya, stuff to get figured out. and i wont take ambiguity. give it to me straight, no chaser.
ps- i wrote the previous poem freshman year. about my dad. i stumbled across it and found it to be strikingly appropriate.
~katie