this world is a fickle young girl. 12.28.03 | 11:56pm
someone draw me a map so i can get back to the edge of the world, make my place in negative space among my kin, that's the only way to begin.
so like... i'm gonna need to get the hell away from houston pretty soon. the occupants of this house -- other than mom -- have been a bit too comatose for my tastes the last couple days, and it's driving mom and i up the wall and down the other side. my grandmother and my dad are completely content to sit in the same place all day and read a book or watch tv and not go anywhere... for days at a time! the only place i've gone the last two days is out to eat. i'm going nuts! last night we went to this really awesome guatamalan place downtown in montorose, aka homo central, and i felt like an alcoholic who had just been dropped off with $100 in her pocket and betty ford by her side at the liquor store... tonight wasn't much better -- we went to an italian restraunt here in spring, and were seated behind the brunette versions of jessica simpson & nick lackey. chicken of the sea, chicken of the sea... was all i heard every time this girl opened her mouth. she was talking endlessly about the "boss-la-mic" vinagerette, and why they put it on chicken instead of salad. oh. my. god.
i'm STILL waiting to hear from my grandpa... if he's not coming for new years, i am out of here ASAP, though i hate leaving mom in the midst of it...
i think i just pissed off this one. whoops... that was totally not my intention. bitter, party of one, your table is now being seated.
i am really, really in dire need of a cigarette.
xoxo, rev
ps -- i'd like to know what deliverance reject found my site by searching for "mother's fucking there son" (comeplete with trailer-park spelling and all)...
