2004-08-03

Hello, my little moon pies. I'm in Pennsylvania right now, visiting the parental unit. It's muggy. When I got off the plane, the smell of heat and summer and humidity and crickets hit me a like a ton of bricks. I do miss it all in a seasonless land. There were crazy thunder and lightning storms my first night here. Another summertime score.

I'm feeling very cranky and hohum right now. My mom just gave me the whole "I would give anything for you to date a boy, I would give my life, I would kill myself, what did I do wrong..." tearful monologue. Same thing I get on the phone every week, ramped up a couple notches for impact.

And I keep telling her, "Do you think this is something I chose? Do you think it's easy to make a life this way, to tell my parents, to live in society? NOBODY WANTS IT THIS WAY. But I'm happy. I love my lady friend and I don't want to talk about this anymore."

Puke.

My mom cries a lot though, a combination of her illness, emotionally dealing with her illness, and her medication. She's actually been laughing more than usual, getting up a little earlier (10am) and staying up later (7:45pm), so I think all in all I'm helping.

Shit, she just called up the stairs for me. The new Time magazine just came in the mail with an Olympic swimmer hottie dude on it, and I just know she's gonna ask me if I would find HIM attractive. ARGH!!!

My dad and I watched The Triplets of Belleville and then rewatched the songs over and over and over. It's so funny...it's such a crazy, weird, twisted, creative movie, but the extra interviews with the French creator are so SERIOUS. It's like he has no idea how freakish his mind is.

My dad and I also drank a bottle of 1977 Dow port over the past two nights. Perfection.

So, you know how it goes. You take the good. You take the bad. You take them both, and there you have the facts of life. (do do) The facts of life. (do do)