As much grief as my family has given me in the past (and will surely give me in the future--ah, the neverending cycle), I really love them. They crack me up. This is an e-mail my stepmom sent today:
Hi. I'm glad you came up over the weekend. I just hope you don't get sick. Guess who is in Winchester performing for 3 nights this week? Bret Michaels! He's at Sweet Carolines. I saw a clip from last night's show on the local news. If I had known before all were sold out I would have gone and checked out the "hair" situation. How funny that he's here for his birthday on Thursday. His life must really be taking a dive.
Also, I saw on Ticketmaster that your other boyfriend, Eddie Izzard is at DAR Constitution Hall on May 2. Tickets are $50 though. I don't know for sure where that is, only in DC. Didn't know if you were interested or not. I think tickets go on sale Friday.
Take care and have a good week.
Love,
Mom
Haha! My boyfriend, Eddie Izzard! I call everyone I'm.. obsessed with my boyfriend. Except.. strangely enough, Brian Molko. He's more my piece on the side. What
really made me actually laugh out loud was,
His life must really be taking a dive. Snort! Too bad we couldn't get tickets and see him. Man, that would've been a hoot. As for Eddie.. well, that's hard to resist. I'll have to recruit a few peeps to accompany me.
On a sidenote, I should be asleep right now. I had to be up at 4am to open shop and I also seem to be rapidly developing the same illness my stepmom came down with the day before my visit. I knew I was smoking too much anyway, and this morning I had that nasty unwanted presence in my throat. Now the feeling's still there, my nose is alternating between congestion and running and I keep sneezing (but who am I kidding--sneezing's fun!). Hopefully I'll be able to fight this off before it fully develops. I hope it at least disappears before I hit Disneyworld in a couple weeks. I cannot
wait to be basking in the sun in Florida. Fuck. Yes.
I met up with my friend Megan on Monday night at her favorite bar. Poor woman has had a terrible run of bad luck. Her exhusband, the father of her children, died shortly before their daughter's wedding last year. Now her dear dog has died, and her brand new car caught on fire. I could tell that she was feeling down, but I tried to reassure her that these things happen--a lot of bad shit all at once, and then it tends to let off for a while. Or that's been my experience, anyhow, but I do know how long the days stretch when it feels like everything's going wrong. I really need to keep in touch better.
I need to get in touch with my dad, too, I guess. I haven't seen nor talked to him since.. I think it must have been the fall. I neglected to call him on his birthday, and he didn't call me for mine either, but that was expected. It doesn't hurt anymore, at least. I'm grateful for that much. There's very little pain in my life these days. Depression seems more and more a thing of the past, and when it does surface, it's only for a few hours.. maybe a night. My mood is pretty easily altered, which is both a blessing and a curse. But I find focusing on the good to be quite beneficial and not such a hard task, either.
And finally, I'm really,
really itching for another fucking tattoo. I just don't know what it'll be. I also want to get my stomach pierced, right above my navel piercing. But that'll hurt like a motherfucker, and I'd rather go for the ink, first.
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