So. If I didn't reply to your comment(s) from my last entry, I apologize. But I'mliterallyfried, and haven't been online like the junkie I am in the last few days, because I'm down south, y'all. My pasty, black-clothes-wearing, New York snobby ass is in Cocoa, Florida as I type this. I've been here since Monday evening, visiting my mother and her boyfriend. Their house is so nice, but there aren't any sidewalks here, nor do I understand how anyone could navigate these streets. I spent an hour last night, right at dusk, sitting out on their screened-in patio, watching the clouds, listening to rolls of thunder and glancing up to see wild rabbits hop around the yard, as I tried to update my journal. I keep picking at my mother who, even though she spent her whole life up until five or six years ago in Queens, now speaks with a southern twang. It's annoying.
Having not lived with my mother for so many years, now, I'm just a bit uncomfortable being around her all the time. I'm not really close to either of my parents, so the more time I spend with them, the more wacked-out and anal I get, because I can't just be myself entirely. They either get angry (mom) or ignore me (dad). I'm going to meet with AceTracer and hopefully evilwillow this weekend while I'm here, and at every given opportunity, my mother gives me that look that says, "I wish you wouldn't meet with internet people, because ___________," (please complete with the following at your discretion: "you could get killed," "you could get raped," "you could get mugged," "you could get mugged, then raped, then killed").
That's the part where I'm supposed to say, I guess when I have kids I'll understand.
They took me to Sea World this morning, at the crack of dawn. I forgot how much I hated both sunscreen and waking up at sunrise or earlier, to make the opening of an amusement/theme park. I stuck my hand in a pool and touched stingrays, which felt like slimy suede. I saw the Shamu and dolphin shows, while sitting in my own disgusting sweat and kept getting kicked in the back by a little kid, at both shows. I wanted to buy a t-shirt, but thought all the designs and colors too cheesy, even for me. I watched the penguins jump and swim for almost a half an hour, contentedly. I spent over twenty dollars in disposable and probably shitty cameras, and wasted the last two pictures on one of them of me taking a picture of myself in the mirror in the bathroom, so I could dump the three (total) cameras at a Wal-Mart to get developed because I'm impatient. I laughed so hard I thought I'd throw up on one of those simulation rides, because my mother hates them and the look of sheer ihatethis on her face was priceless. I think I lost eight pounds from sweating alone. And that was Sea World.
I won't be back in New York until Monday. But I'm ready to leave.
I love life.
Time to eat some cereal out of the box.
Having not lived with my mother for so many years, now, I'm just a bit uncomfortable being around her all the time. I'm not really close to either of my parents, so the more time I spend with them, the more wacked-out and anal I get, because I can't just be myself entirely. They either get angry (mom) or ignore me (dad). I'm going to meet with AceTracer and hopefully evilwillow this weekend while I'm here, and at every given opportunity, my mother gives me that look that says, "I wish you wouldn't meet with internet people, because ___________," (please complete with the following at your discretion: "you could get killed," "you could get raped," "you could get mugged," "you could get mugged, then raped, then killed").
That's the part where I'm supposed to say, I guess when I have kids I'll understand.
They took me to Sea World this morning, at the crack of dawn. I forgot how much I hated both sunscreen and waking up at sunrise or earlier, to make the opening of an amusement/theme park. I stuck my hand in a pool and touched stingrays, which felt like slimy suede. I saw the Shamu and dolphin shows, while sitting in my own disgusting sweat and kept getting kicked in the back by a little kid, at both shows. I wanted to buy a t-shirt, but thought all the designs and colors too cheesy, even for me. I watched the penguins jump and swim for almost a half an hour, contentedly. I spent over twenty dollars in disposable and probably shitty cameras, and wasted the last two pictures on one of them of me taking a picture of myself in the mirror in the bathroom, so I could dump the three (total) cameras at a Wal-Mart to get developed because I'm impatient. I laughed so hard I thought I'd throw up on one of those simulation rides, because my mother hates them and the look of sheer ihatethis on her face was priceless. I think I lost eight pounds from sweating alone. And that was Sea World.
I won't be back in New York until Monday. But I'm ready to leave.
I love life.
Time to eat some cereal out of the box.
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man i just burst out laughing at that part
When I am with my mom for more than 3 days I begin to feel like a wound up spring. It reminds me of why I started taking drugs all those many years ago. My dad is dead, but it took me about 25 years to figure out that I just plain ole didn't like him. He was not a good guy.
Florida is just weird (no flames - just one guys opinion) I lived in a nearby state for years and just never got the attraction. But hey 200 million senior citizens can't be wrong, right?