Let’s Do the Time Warp
Hello hello my dears. I miss you one and all. I’m currently typing away in the dark, as quietly as I can, for fear of waking up los boyos, and attracting the attention of my mother. Yes, I’m in
I want a laptop.
No, what I want is a Gibsonesque meatjack in the back of my head to silently record and transmit all my running commentary. Anything, anything but THIS computer, out in the open loft/bedroom/hallway/office/Grand Central Station.
New houses, man. WTF?
See? I can’t even say ‘fuck’ on this computer!
So I’m home. Ok, that’s not the right word for it. Not the right word at all.
See, I get along with my mom. Always have. We never went through that, ‘I fucking hate you!’ teenage bullshit. I just hid out in my room for those seven years, crying and listening to progressive rock and new wave, phone attached to my ear, emerging only for school, track, concerts, dancing and general angsting over why my obviously gay boyfriend refused to rid me of my burdensome virginity.
And I always got along with my dad, who is ever so much cooler than me. Or you. And still is. (I’ve swiped his new ipod and am listening to Dani
So, the problem is, I’m frickin’ sixteen years old again when I’m here, minus that bothersome virginity thing, plus two toddlers.
And I just deleted half of this post. I'll dole out a bit more of it later, but for now, this is good.
Love to you all. Leave me comments. I'm lonely!!!! I'm gonna go listen to my prog rock now...