arizona
my mother and i are fed up.
we are fed up with the demands of life and the insanity of my other parent right now, and we've decided to get the hell out of Dodge and go back to arizona in november. i am at just about the end of my sanity rope at the moment, and she just wants to get on an airplane again. so we're going to the red rocks and bake for awhile.
my plan over the next eight months or so is to get down to see angela and morbid too. been too long, and it's ridiculous that i haven't even met morbid yet. or that beast of a dog, either. or seen their fab new house. how stupid is this?
irritating things over the past three days: my 87 year old grandmother going on and on about finding the perfect pair of old lady underwear. my 86 year old grandmother giving me surgery advice. me losing all the paperwork that tells me where and when and for how many cookies i have to go for pre-surgery check-in on wednesday to prepare for thursday's surgery. thursday's surgery. the fact that my main credit card has been magnetized in some way and no longer works and i have to call some english-as-a-fifteenth-language guy in India to get a new one. one of my fish getting eaten by all the other fish. me having to clean out the fishtank today or else more fish are going to die (and doing it out of guilt and not because i really care). having to type a homestudy today when this is the last day of indian summer. all the stuff that went down last week that i still have to deal with this week. the thought of my birthday tomorrow (very irritating).
i'm simply freaking out over surgery, that's all.
chris: you deserve better. you deserve unending joy. if you're not getting it, cut the ball and chain loose.
danger: you better not sit on my face and kill me when i visit. i'll bring some steak for you. take good care of your mother while your father is at work. yes, this is your job, regardless of the fact that you are still, technically, a baby.
travis: you rock. period. forever and ever, amen.
lorri: thank you for listening to my hours of horror and sorrow this past week. xoxoxo!
ron: i still think you have the coolest car ever. ;o)
we are fed up with the demands of life and the insanity of my other parent right now, and we've decided to get the hell out of Dodge and go back to arizona in november. i am at just about the end of my sanity rope at the moment, and she just wants to get on an airplane again. so we're going to the red rocks and bake for awhile.
my plan over the next eight months or so is to get down to see angela and morbid too. been too long, and it's ridiculous that i haven't even met morbid yet. or that beast of a dog, either. or seen their fab new house. how stupid is this?
irritating things over the past three days: my 87 year old grandmother going on and on about finding the perfect pair of old lady underwear. my 86 year old grandmother giving me surgery advice. me losing all the paperwork that tells me where and when and for how many cookies i have to go for pre-surgery check-in on wednesday to prepare for thursday's surgery. thursday's surgery. the fact that my main credit card has been magnetized in some way and no longer works and i have to call some english-as-a-fifteenth-language guy in India to get a new one. one of my fish getting eaten by all the other fish. me having to clean out the fishtank today or else more fish are going to die (and doing it out of guilt and not because i really care). having to type a homestudy today when this is the last day of indian summer. all the stuff that went down last week that i still have to deal with this week. the thought of my birthday tomorrow (very irritating).
i'm simply freaking out over surgery, that's all.
chris: you deserve better. you deserve unending joy. if you're not getting it, cut the ball and chain loose.
danger: you better not sit on my face and kill me when i visit. i'll bring some steak for you. take good care of your mother while your father is at work. yes, this is your job, regardless of the fact that you are still, technically, a baby.
travis: you rock. period. forever and ever, amen.
lorri: thank you for listening to my hours of horror and sorrow this past week. xoxoxo!
ron: i still think you have the coolest car ever. ;o)