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Rawrg. Back in the land of the freaky and sane. Got stuck most of my Michigan time up at my sister's house in Lansing, so I didn't even get a dose of the Brandi to make it more bearable. DON'T HATE ME, BRANDIII!
I guess it wasn't TOO painful - not after the obligatory Passion discussions and fundie bullshitteries were out of the way. The more politically-minded among you may be amused to learn that even MY parents are frustrated with the Bush administration. My parents, who had a teeny tiny thorny crown in a plastic box sitting on the kitchen table.
Sometimes the things what spawned me scare me shitless.
Latest theory - according to my sis, Mom thinks that the birth of Laurie-sis when I was a wee little 1.2-year-old is what 'sent me wrong.' Yep. All my 'problems' stem from sibling rivalry and early attachment fuckery. Because my mother can't accept the idea that my introversion might be innate. Pathological, it is! Personally, I suspect I greeted the coming of another little being as an excellent distraction. Gave me more time to do the things *I* wanted to do. Le sigh. My mother is dumb. She's also laying on the pressure to visit more often - she wants me to come back for Thanksgiving. Um. Yeah.
Right now, I am filled with the sense of peace that comes with knowing I can swear like a fucking foul-mouthed bitchwhore again.
Also, I saw Hidalgo. *Grin*
I guess it wasn't TOO painful - not after the obligatory Passion discussions and fundie bullshitteries were out of the way. The more politically-minded among you may be amused to learn that even MY parents are frustrated with the Bush administration. My parents, who had a teeny tiny thorny crown in a plastic box sitting on the kitchen table.
Sometimes the things what spawned me scare me shitless.
Latest theory - according to my sis, Mom thinks that the birth of Laurie-sis when I was a wee little 1.2-year-old is what 'sent me wrong.' Yep. All my 'problems' stem from sibling rivalry and early attachment fuckery. Because my mother can't accept the idea that my introversion might be innate. Pathological, it is! Personally, I suspect I greeted the coming of another little being as an excellent distraction. Gave me more time to do the things *I* wanted to do. Le sigh. My mother is dumb. She's also laying on the pressure to visit more often - she wants me to come back for Thanksgiving. Um. Yeah.
Right now, I am filled with the sense of peace that comes with knowing I can swear like a fucking foul-mouthed bitchwhore again.
Also, I saw Hidalgo. *Grin*
