with a quickness
Today has been rather boring. I got plenty of sleep, which was very nice. Mostly I've farted around and done laundry, whined to my mother for having to go to my grandparents' country club for a Memorial Day picnic. Am I alone or doesn't there seem to be something so wrong about that? A picnic, to me, means cheap meat and beer and a boombox playing scratched CDs. I'm also befuddled by my mom's recent habit of getting mad at me for her own ineptitude. I don't think it's my fault that she's spent the last two days at various cemeteries throughout the city dusting off the graves of our dearly departed, but somehow she keeps yelling, “Kelly, I wanted to get a lot done this weekend!” Great, get shit done, quit visiting graves you fucking cult of the dead. I think she's just pissy because she has about three billion outfits stored in the basement, all of which she is currently too fat to wear. But again, this is not my fault. I am, however, a little peeved by the fact that she continues to buy certain junk foods which I have no resolve over…namely Swedish Fish and M&Ms. If these are around I get all Dr. Strangelove and don't realize what my hand is doing until I'm stuffing candy into my mouth.
But whatever, that wasn't the point of this post. I just wanted to say that Saturday night at Paco's was pretty fun, although there were several times when it seemed to parody itself. I had to stifle a few laughs when several acoustic guitars appeared out of nowhere and the muffled verses of Neil Young songs started to fill the night air. I mean, really. The only people I knew were Paco, his roommate Jon, and Jonah. I was a tad uncomfortable. Aided by a few White Russians, I had quite a few slurred heart-to-hearts with people I barely knew. I also got to talk with Paco and Jonah about matters of life and love which is always good to do…especially when you can't really remember all of the cheesy shit you say to your best friends. 😉
I'm really anxious today and I'm not sure why.
I heard from the boyfriend today, finally. He said that he's having a blast. I don't doubt it. I'm a little jealous but oh well. Hopefully next year when the baby's a little older and I trust someone with him for four days and we have some more money we'll both be able to go and do it up right. None of that stuffing canned goods into a pillowcase and crashing on the floor of your friends' hotel room nonsense that he pulled this year. There's roughing it and then there's just being lame.
On Saturday I started dreaming up a party that I want to throw in the fall. I'm thinking it will be like a combined birthday party for the boyfriend and me. In my mind, it's going to be totally dope. But we'll see what actually comes to fruition.
I have a feeling that I've made a ton of grammar mistakes in this post and I kinda don't care.
New addition to the To Be Stabbed List: the fuckheads featured in the NYT Magazine article about the newest generation of Republicans. Their scam is to dress and act like stereotypical liberals, make friends with them, and then slowly convince them to cross over. Assholes. And if Ann Coulter just shut the fuck up real soon….I don't know I'm getting too mad just thinking about her.
I need sex.
