A phallic-filled itinerary
Me: So you don't want to do Halloween? Josh: Girl...we will have to discuss Halloween another day because that's like if I asked you if you want to take a ten-inch dick.
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A phallic-filled itinerary
Me: So you don't want to do Halloween? Josh: Girl...we will have to discuss Halloween another day because that's like if I asked you if you want to take a ten-inch dick.
Me: I’m not racist! I slept with Drake!
Jon: Well yeah, he’s half Jewish.
“Somehow I can’t help but be reminded of that weak and sickly girl, at whom you sometimes look with pity, sometimes with compassionate love, and sometimes you simply do not notice her, but then suddenly, for a moment, she somehow, unexpectedly, becomes inexplicably, wonderfully beautiful, and you, startled and intoxicated, unwittingly ask yourself: What power caused those sad, thoughtful eyes to shine with such fire? What summoned the blood to those pale, sunken cheeks? What has suffused those tender features of her face with passion? Why does that breast heave so? What was it that so suddenly summoned strength, life, and beauty to the poor girl’s face that it began to shine with such a smile, came to life with such a sparkling, effervescent laugh? You look around, you search for someone, you hazard a guess…But the moment passes and perhaps tomorrow you will once again meet the thoughtful and distracted gaze as before, the same pale face, the same submissive and timid movements, and even repentance, even traces of some sort of deadening melancholy and annoyance at the short lived exhilaration…And you regret that the momentary beauty faded so quickly, so irretrievably, that it flashed before you so deceptively and in vain - you regret this because there was not time for you to even fall in love with her…”
“A bitch is not trying to keep up with a Google Calendar” - MacKena (discussing polyamory)
Halal house arrest would be a wildly out of pocket but hilariously salacious title for the chronicles of my time under self imposed quarantine to my room.
I get it. I deserve to go to the hell I don’t believe in.
But that shit’s funny.
Tonight my mom confronted me, a 38 year old woman living under her roof, about sneaking out to hang out with a friend. I'm sure you have so many questions. Why does a 38 year woman need to sneak out of her own house? Why does she need permission to leave the house regardless of the hour? And why do I abide by this? That last one is complicated. My answer a few years back is different than my answer today. On account of my mother's recent health issues. I will elaborate on that at another time. I will admit that I'm a bit compromised at the moment and want to document what I can when I can as accurately as possible for posterity.
Tonight, I came straight home when mom called me after "catching" me sneaking out to hang out with a friend that lives in the neighborhood, she told me she can't trust my judgment because "if [I'd] listened to [her] then [I] wouldn't have been raped in India". After digesting this remark, I looked her in the eye and told her she'd irrevocably damaged our relationship with that statement. My brothers hate me. My parents resent me. I've earned some, but not all of that. I think I'm the convenient scapegoat for a lot of familial resentments. And hey, I fully embrace the black sheep label. I knew it was my destiny well before anyone else. It was odd being a child and being acutely aware of the fact that I would be a disappointment to the people I love most. I just knew that whatever charade they were about, I would wholeheartedly disavow it. Because I was done living a lie.
And yet, here I am....38 years old, and my mother refuses to accept what I've told her since I was 15, which is that I don't care for marriage. If the right man comes along, so be it, but it's not my life's goal.
But tonight I was reminded that both my professional and personal failures have taxed my mother.
To be continued...
the girlies reading
Whiteboy Warhawks
Spencer: I've seen my fair share of WWII films. Amanda: You have?! Why are you watching those? Spencer: I'm a white boy. When we turn 15 we have to decide on a war to hyperfixate on.
Mack: This song is called Laura Palmer
Kristin: She married to Arnold?
Mack: Tator tots please
Waitress: Ranch, BBQ, Honey Mustard?
Mack: Yes
Waitress: Got it
“I’m third generation Scottish. So then my granddad got with my whore of a grandmother.” -MacKena
He played piano for me so ofcourse I took my clothes off.
“I want to get out, dude. Let’s do acid!” -Raymundo
Kill Your Darlings (2013) dir. John Krokidas
Ed + loving Stede for all the things he was always mocked for
“I feel like I’m in Pocahontas.” -Raymund