No internet. Am in a hotspot in Lakeport. I know, right?
Things oddly nice until yesterday. Apparently I'm immature, make poor decisions, am too "random" to be taken seriously, have terrible interpersonal relationships, and am basically to blame for anything because...well, because. Thanks, Mom. Oh, and apparently I'm stuck in the past as well, which makes me more angry than anything because she's full of shit; good to know that apparently I caused every problem I ever had at the lake, and am ALSO to blame for Redlands. And she's also absovling herself from any wrong doing or misstep ever. So yes, merry Christmas.
Here until Thursday, unless I can get out Wednesday, which is the currnet plan (my old friend hasn't gotten back to me as of this writing). When she gets back to me, I'm going to angle for a ride back.
People will need to call me if they need anything. I welcome phonecalls. You have no idea how much I welcome phonecalls.
So the crowd isn't bad at all here. Coffee is nice. Feels weird being on here and writing in public (dude who was staring at me just left; pretty sure he caught the window about Rich Franklin tearing his meniscus, though. I only fear slightly because you never can know who knows you out here). And really, I have nothing more to say, but will write for a while. The music is bad Christmas music. Manilow was just on, for a frame of reference.
Seeing Lobster_Mobster in a bit. Looking very much forward to it. It's a much needed break from blood relatives. This year is circling the drain, and I hate it. But I get to see my big sister, so whatever. Good with the bad, or some shit.
Oh, the real sister's boyfriend is...interesting. Quiet, will be bald at 25, and apparently was a little taken aback by personality. Apparently lines like "Kindess and efficient aren't the same things. You can be both. Look at the Germans," were a little out there. Whatever.
And I'll end this here. I really hope everyone has a good holiday. New Year's will redeem this one, I know it. Should you need me for any reason, no matter how trivial, call me.
See you in three ghosts, one angel, and a partridge in a pear tree.
Later.
Things oddly nice until yesterday. Apparently I'm immature, make poor decisions, am too "random" to be taken seriously, have terrible interpersonal relationships, and am basically to blame for anything because...well, because. Thanks, Mom. Oh, and apparently I'm stuck in the past as well, which makes me more angry than anything because she's full of shit; good to know that apparently I caused every problem I ever had at the lake, and am ALSO to blame for Redlands. And she's also absovling herself from any wrong doing or misstep ever. So yes, merry Christmas.
Here until Thursday, unless I can get out Wednesday, which is the currnet plan (my old friend hasn't gotten back to me as of this writing). When she gets back to me, I'm going to angle for a ride back.
People will need to call me if they need anything. I welcome phonecalls. You have no idea how much I welcome phonecalls.
So the crowd isn't bad at all here. Coffee is nice. Feels weird being on here and writing in public (dude who was staring at me just left; pretty sure he caught the window about Rich Franklin tearing his meniscus, though. I only fear slightly because you never can know who knows you out here). And really, I have nothing more to say, but will write for a while. The music is bad Christmas music. Manilow was just on, for a frame of reference.
Seeing Lobster_Mobster in a bit. Looking very much forward to it. It's a much needed break from blood relatives. This year is circling the drain, and I hate it. But I get to see my big sister, so whatever. Good with the bad, or some shit.
Oh, the real sister's boyfriend is...interesting. Quiet, will be bald at 25, and apparently was a little taken aback by personality. Apparently lines like "Kindess and efficient aren't the same things. You can be both. Look at the Germans," were a little out there. Whatever.
And I'll end this here. I really hope everyone has a good holiday. New Year's will redeem this one, I know it. Should you need me for any reason, no matter how trivial, call me.
See you in three ghosts, one angel, and a partridge in a pear tree.
Later.
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toez:
duder, how you gettin here next week?
catagogo:
dude pizza is not free! lolz.