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Lunch with my father, enormous nachos with chicken and guacamole. Mmm nachos. Trust my dad to be the one who is always up for Mexican food. He is also my reliable valentine. It was pleasant, I babbled about my job and such things, and we watched the rain come down out on the highway. He saw the horrible accident yesterday on Mopac that shut down the road for hours and tangled morning rush hour. Apparently this fellow decided to kill himself by walking out onto the highway, and was struck by multiple cars. He lived for some hours and died in the hospital. My father said it was the strangest sight, and he was trying to figure out why someone was walking across the highway.
On my way home last night I picked up a bunch of pretty purple carnations and a few white ones for my mom. She was half awake this morning and walked past them once without even noticing. Good thing I stuck her car keys right beside them.
My incredibly lame, incredibly stupid sister broke into the house this morning, through the sliding glass door I suppose. The lock doesn't work quite right. I will now have to check each morning and make sure the wooden board is in place so she can't do that again. How I loathe her, for treating my mother's home like a hotel. I am still lobbying hard to kick her the hell out of the house. She doesn't belong there if she is going to persist in seeing Dimwit, persist in the drinking and the drugs and not even bother to finish fucking high school. Ugh. So angry.
No dreadful Valentine's Day angst for me this year. Happy day. Because really, I would much rather have those random nights that involve Metro, driving in the car and singing along, or buying wine or beer and standing there for ten minutes trying to decide before going home to sit on the porch and talk, or having dinner together and watching weird movies. Those things make me happy.
So, I love you Gene for various reasons even when you drive me insane. I love you Melynda for being the kind of friend I've needed and wanted for years. I love you Reive for being so unique , ambitious and my partner in wizarding crime. I love you Cate for being such a great friend and inspiration. I love you, all my friends who have been good and wonderful to me, all the people who make this world a better place for one reason or another.
On my way home last night I picked up a bunch of pretty purple carnations and a few white ones for my mom. She was half awake this morning and walked past them once without even noticing. Good thing I stuck her car keys right beside them.
My incredibly lame, incredibly stupid sister broke into the house this morning, through the sliding glass door I suppose. The lock doesn't work quite right. I will now have to check each morning and make sure the wooden board is in place so she can't do that again. How I loathe her, for treating my mother's home like a hotel. I am still lobbying hard to kick her the hell out of the house. She doesn't belong there if she is going to persist in seeing Dimwit, persist in the drinking and the drugs and not even bother to finish fucking high school. Ugh. So angry.
No dreadful Valentine's Day angst for me this year. Happy day. Because really, I would much rather have those random nights that involve Metro, driving in the car and singing along, or buying wine or beer and standing there for ten minutes trying to decide before going home to sit on the porch and talk, or having dinner together and watching weird movies. Those things make me happy.
So, I love you Gene for various reasons even when you drive me insane. I love you Melynda for being the kind of friend I've needed and wanted for years. I love you Reive for being so unique , ambitious and my partner in wizarding crime. I love you Cate for being such a great friend and inspiration. I love you, all my friends who have been good and wonderful to me, all the people who make this world a better place for one reason or another.