Last Monday he was supposed to leave, but their flight got cancelled, so he called me. It was rough because I had to start that initial goodbye process all over again.
His sister called me on Tuesday to let me know that he had called to let them know he'd arrived, but basically he just "read a speech off like a robot." Ugh. I fucking hate this.
I should be getting a letter any day now.
It's made me realize though, how lucky I am to have certain people in my life. My friends who keep me company, take me out and get me boozy, and talk to me when I'm feeling sad. Brian's family-- his mom and sister have both called to check on me and give me updates. And especially my own family who drop anything to come get me when I'm feeling particularly low and make me delicious food. They're this:
My dad and I went to see David Allan Coe last night. I love Coe's slightly more "mainstream" greatest hits album that my dad always listened to, and the man is a fucking country legend--he wrote songs for Johnny Cash, Johnny Paycheck, Willie Nelson, George Jones, and Elvis, among many others. But I was kind of nervous about it because...well....if you know anything about DAC's past....
....the songs about "Fuckin' in the Butt"...not really what you want to rock out to with your dad. Plus the really gross bigoted, right-wing stuff. But he's old now, and has seen the error of his ways. The show was actually pretty rad. I guess most of his family lives not too far from Pittsburgh, so a lot of them were there which was cool. And ahhhh hearing this song live
......amazing!
I've been a vegetarian for nearly six years and I'm seriously considering going vegan or at least drastically cutting down on dairy and eggs. I've felt okay with eating them up til now because I mostly eat free range and organic products, but after reading part of Skinny Bitch I kind of feel like there's no guarantee that I'm REALLY getting totally cruelty-free foods without going vegan. I don't know. It will be hard if I do end up doing that because my cream cheese addiction is out of control!
I have the worst, weirdest sleeping habits ever. I am so fucking tired all day but by the middle of the night I'm wide awake. I should be in bed right now. But I keep wondering what he's doing down there, how he's doing, what he's thinking, so I'm drinkin' some George Jones, and a little bit of Coe, Haggard's easin' my misery and Waylon's keepin' me from home Hank's givin' me those high times -Cash is gonna sing it low I'm here gettin' wasted -on my country heroes. Okay I didn't write that last part but I'll give you $5 in Monopoly money if you know who did.
I wish it was February already. My bed is fucking lonely. (aside from FAT cats) My heart is fucking lonely. Ahhh fuck I'm such a sap.
I'm going to Puerto Rico with mi familia on Wednesday. I expect to do a lot of freckling and a lot of reading. So happy early Thanksgiving. Eat lots of mashed potatos and pumpkin pie for me!!!
Love,
Monroe
i hope your boy is doing well at boot . this guy at work has a weight training company that does boot camp and navy seal training, i tried that shit once....for about a week....uh, not cut out for that .