On my second gin and tonic, about to read one of the stories for workshop. I worked on the Tedford story for a bit and I suspect I'll probably do that some more tonight. Don't know if I'll end up doing the Elitia stuff or if I'll just put it off to the weekend. I've dipped into the Belle and Sebastian albums again, probably throw on some Neutral Milk Hotel to relieve some fine, fine tensions.
Tensions like the fact that apparently my grandparents saw Michael and I kiss or something back in the summer and that was why Granny pointedly forbade my aunt Susan from inviting me for Thanksgiving. Apparently I've been disowned for my faggotry. And Michelle found out last night that someone she knew years ago committed suicide following a battle with heroin addiction and paranoia.
Well, at least I have my new desk and Michelle has Halloween candy that she said we weren't going to open but what the hell!
Adding some people to the Friends of Wildcat - Sara and Amanda, who are both workshop kids.
Comments (8)
I'm sorry about your family members' narrow-mindedness. That must sting. They don't deserve you, dahling!
Posted by Stiffy | October 28, 2004 6:54 PM
Posted on October 28, 2004 18:54
As Michelle pointed out, I never liked them anyway. But they're family.
Posted by ben | October 28, 2004 6:55 PM
Posted on October 28, 2004 18:55
No beer at lunch, punk.
At least use a glass.
Posted by Joy | October 28, 2004 7:02 PM
Posted on October 28, 2004 19:02
Sorry, I'm just common.
*plucks the bottle top off with his teeth*
Posted by ben | October 28, 2004 7:04 PM
Posted on October 28, 2004 19:04
The big secret with family: You don't have to like them, you don't have to be involved in their lives if you don't want to.
Other than that, I love you and I'm glad that you came to my place for Thanksgiving.
Posted by michael | October 28, 2004 8:17 PM
Posted on October 28, 2004 20:17
I had fun, even if YOUR family drive you nuts. :)
Posted by ben | October 28, 2004 8:27 PM
Posted on October 28, 2004 20:27
I confess, Ben... it was ME that told your family.
I did it so old skool-- at a payphone with a rag over the telephone receiver.
If it makes you feel any better, I STILL can't tell my father, even though I am 100% secure with everything, love Stephen to pieces, and the rest of the WORLD knows.
Hey. I had a thought. We should do something soon.
Posted by Jason | October 29, 2004 4:21 PM
Posted on October 29, 2004 16:21
I love you for your faggotry. :)
Posted by fly_girl | October 29, 2004 7:42 PM
Posted on October 29, 2004 19:42