Today is my mother's 56th birthday, which in spite of my good mood over the last few days has me thinking about how we're all getting older and so many of us are just slowly falling apart. My bones ache, I've gained weight over the last few years and sometimes I want to yell at the neighbor kids when they're playing their Jonas Brothers bullshit too loud, like when the neighbors used to yell at me for Nirvana.
Not that Jonas Brothers are this up-and-coming generation's Nirvana. At least I hope now. Break out the Kool-Aid and cyanide if they are.
Anyway...I'll be taking my mother out to dinner later and hopefully buying her something else. I'm really clueless when it comes to people needs, tastes and sizes. I'm sure there are plenty of people out there who think it's better if you surprise someone with something, which they can exchange if it doesn't fit, but I apply my own standards to that and I hate any sort of surprise at all. Especially since I buy myself pretty much everything I want. I'm fucking impossible to shop for.
My mom and I don't always get along - we're two radically different people - but she's all I have in the world in terms of family, so there is an undeniable, unbreakable bond.
It doesn't mean the cat likes it though. Right now she's staring a hole right through me, saying "I know you're leaving me alone tonight, you prick." I always thought cats were solitary, aloof creatures who spent a lot of their time off in their own little universe, but she follows me into every room I go and sleeps with me every night. She meows and meows and meows when I'm away from her in the shower.
Two of the most important in my life right there, I guess. There are three more highly influential ones - one of whom probably shaped my taste in women, though I never saw her that way, and another who I'm currently fighting with for the stupidest of reasons - but that's for some other time. I have to run.
Later...
I can hardly move now. Too much Mexican food...
Currently Reading: Falling Man by Don DeLillo.
Not that Jonas Brothers are this up-and-coming generation's Nirvana. At least I hope now. Break out the Kool-Aid and cyanide if they are.
Anyway...I'll be taking my mother out to dinner later and hopefully buying her something else. I'm really clueless when it comes to people needs, tastes and sizes. I'm sure there are plenty of people out there who think it's better if you surprise someone with something, which they can exchange if it doesn't fit, but I apply my own standards to that and I hate any sort of surprise at all. Especially since I buy myself pretty much everything I want. I'm fucking impossible to shop for.
My mom and I don't always get along - we're two radically different people - but she's all I have in the world in terms of family, so there is an undeniable, unbreakable bond.
It doesn't mean the cat likes it though. Right now she's staring a hole right through me, saying "I know you're leaving me alone tonight, you prick." I always thought cats were solitary, aloof creatures who spent a lot of their time off in their own little universe, but she follows me into every room I go and sleeps with me every night. She meows and meows and meows when I'm away from her in the shower.
Two of the most important in my life right there, I guess. There are three more highly influential ones - one of whom probably shaped my taste in women, though I never saw her that way, and another who I'm currently fighting with for the stupidest of reasons - but that's for some other time. I have to run.
Later...
I can hardly move now. Too much Mexican food...
Currently Reading: Falling Man by Don DeLillo.