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nothing is going on today. god, i am SO BORED. i wanted to hang with peter, but he's still all pissy with me for not wanting to sleep over last night. he's so fricking moody sometimes. ohwell, he's off to theater camp tomorrow and then i won't see him for two weeks. his loss.
i might as well talk about my mom. she left my dad last year for the guy who was putting our cabinets in. admittedly, he was pretty cool, even though he kinda stole my mom away. his name was joe and he treated me like his buddy. one day he had me help him with the cabinets, and afterwards he gave me a beer and we sat on the porch and he talked about chicks, and how my mom was so cool. he has a van and he totally got me into rage against the machine. him and mom live out in baja now. i am going to visit next summer i think.
dad was pretty messed up about it. still is i guess. one night a few months later he and the holy ghost were sitting around the kitchen table, drinking (usually just the holy ghost does, but not dad), and i overheard him call her a "virgin-whore", whatever the hell that means. he just doesn't talk about her anymore, and if i do, he just looks really uncomfortable, like he does with natural disasters. one time, while they were still breaking up, and she and joe were living in his van down by the beach, she came by and he TOTALLY blew up at her. and then he was all hushed and like "and mary, you reek of marijuana. please, if only for the boy's sake?" like i didn't know mom was a big pothead. she always had her stash hidden in jar with the basmati on the counter in the kitchen.
so, there's my family.
fuckt. up.
J.
i might as well talk about my mom. she left my dad last year for the guy who was putting our cabinets in. admittedly, he was pretty cool, even though he kinda stole my mom away. his name was joe and he treated me like his buddy. one day he had me help him with the cabinets, and afterwards he gave me a beer and we sat on the porch and he talked about chicks, and how my mom was so cool. he has a van and he totally got me into rage against the machine. him and mom live out in baja now. i am going to visit next summer i think.
dad was pretty messed up about it. still is i guess. one night a few months later he and the holy ghost were sitting around the kitchen table, drinking (usually just the holy ghost does, but not dad), and i overheard him call her a "virgin-whore", whatever the hell that means. he just doesn't talk about her anymore, and if i do, he just looks really uncomfortable, like he does with natural disasters. one time, while they were still breaking up, and she and joe were living in his van down by the beach, she came by and he TOTALLY blew up at her. and then he was all hushed and like "and mary, you reek of marijuana. please, if only for the boy's sake?" like i didn't know mom was a big pothead. she always had her stash hidden in jar with the basmati on the counter in the kitchen.
so, there's my family.
fuckt. up.
J.