The mind is so fucked up that it blows itself during attempts at self-realization.
Last night I had a dream I was at an orgy or something. Since most of my personal experiences have ended in either molestation or attempted rape, however, it was by no means a good dream, and I woke up in a really strange place in my mind and didn't sleep for about an hour after. Simultaneously, I woke up pissed with the one guy I've been intimate with without it going fully south, and at the same time wanting his company. I almost texted him, decided that was an overall bad idea, and at some point fell back asleep. I woke up for realz about two hours ago.
Good Sunday to you, too.
Yesterday I was in Topeka with my family celebrating my great-grandmother's 90th. My biological grandfather was there, and my mom actually tried making conversation with him. I don't think they talked about much, but it was interesting to see. Some peole in the family sent out letters over a month ago and the result was that my great-grandmother's major birthday presents were personalized autographed photos/CDs from some of her favorite musicians, e.g. Toby Keith and Dolly Parton, so she was pretty happy and that's pretty awesome.
I gotta chat for about ten minutes in the parking lot with one of my great-aunts. Since I'm an English major she wanted me mailing address, because she wants to send me a copy of Truman Capote's In Cold Blood that she has. I told her I've heard of Capote's work but had never read any of it yet, though he has a short story in this (now dated) anthology I got recently entitled Stories of the Modern South. From there we talked briefly about Faulkner, whom she freakin' adores as well, and from there she told me a tidbit about a great-great-great-grandfather of mine back in West Virginia, who apparently tore out some guy named Bottom's heart.
Over a fucking violin.
I'm getting her e-mail address and we're going to continue this discussion at least a bit. The past few years I've been hearing more and more stories of my hillfolk/Cracker ancestry, and am more intrigued than appalled XP
Today I'm having that festishized Sunday practice known as brunch. Which means that as soon as I'm done typing this I'm off to meet up with one person, then go to meet up with another, then off to that entity we go. Should be interesting.
I owe Armand a nerd meme post later!
Good Sunday to you, too.
Yesterday I was in Topeka with my family celebrating my great-grandmother's 90th. My biological grandfather was there, and my mom actually tried making conversation with him. I don't think they talked about much, but it was interesting to see. Some peole in the family sent out letters over a month ago and the result was that my great-grandmother's major birthday presents were personalized autographed photos/CDs from some of her favorite musicians, e.g. Toby Keith and Dolly Parton, so she was pretty happy and that's pretty awesome.
I gotta chat for about ten minutes in the parking lot with one of my great-aunts. Since I'm an English major she wanted me mailing address, because she wants to send me a copy of Truman Capote's In Cold Blood that she has. I told her I've heard of Capote's work but had never read any of it yet, though he has a short story in this (now dated) anthology I got recently entitled Stories of the Modern South. From there we talked briefly about Faulkner, whom she freakin' adores as well, and from there she told me a tidbit about a great-great-great-grandfather of mine back in West Virginia, who apparently tore out some guy named Bottom's heart.
Over a fucking violin.
I'm getting her e-mail address and we're going to continue this discussion at least a bit. The past few years I've been hearing more and more stories of my hillfolk/Cracker ancestry, and am more intrigued than appalled XP
Today I'm having that festishized Sunday practice known as brunch. Which means that as soon as I'm done typing this I'm off to meet up with one person, then go to meet up with another, then off to that entity we go. Should be interesting.
I owe Armand a nerd meme post later!