Tiny returns from the Great Beyond less than triumphant.
The more boring a child is, the more the parents, when showing off the child, receive adulation for being good parents-- because they have a tame child-creature in their house.
Hey, Frank Zappa. If this was the case, we'd certainly have a lot to explain re: Nana. Dullest fuck ever, and look how I turned out. [...] Well. Arguably, I could be perfectly dull and don't know it; maybe, underneath all this alcohol and cigarette smog, I'm just as much of a boring fucker as everybody else that arguably picks up needles and yarn claims to be. (But that's an editorial for another time, of course. Self-loathing, you shouldn't be placed on your clients. Most of them actually are interesting contributors to society, please and thank you.) Whatever. Compared to her, these people...
Well. I don't know why I'm rehashing this. I know that I hated returning to Indiana, hated going to rich fucking yuppie cesspool of hell Geist, hated seeing the smug and patronizing looks of Fake Mommy and Daddy, and hated to see that, indeed, they were rich enough for the golden retriever.
But I think I really hate that I was right. It's a hollow victory, as it were.
YOST:
Um, so. Yeah, sorry about not getting back on your message quickly -- kind of, you know, skived off to the parents, &c. Promise I haven't fallen off the face of the planet or anything! Well, yet.
Well, well. Honestly, you'd think a little spring vacay'd be a little more fruitful.
Hey, Frank Zappa. If this was the case, we'd certainly have a lot to explain re: Nana. Dullest fuck ever, and look how I turned out. [...] Well. Arguably, I could be perfectly dull and don't know it; maybe, underneath all this alcohol and cigarette smog, I'm just as much of a boring fucker as everybody else that arguably picks up needles and yarn claims to be. (But that's an editorial for another time, of course. Self-loathing, you shouldn't be placed on your clients. Most of them actually are interesting contributors to society, please and thank you.) Whatever. Compared to her, these people...
Well. I don't know why I'm rehashing this. I know that I hated returning to Indiana, hated going to rich fucking yuppie cesspool of hell Geist, hated seeing the smug and patronizing looks of Fake Mommy and Daddy, and hated to see that, indeed, they were rich enough for the golden retriever.
But I think I really hate that I was right. It's a hollow victory, as it were.
YOST:
Um, so. Yeah, sorry about not getting back on your message quickly -- kind of, you know, skived off to the parents, &c. Promise I haven't fallen off the face of the planet or anything! Well, yet.
Well, well. Honestly, you'd think a little spring vacay'd be a little more fruitful.