ye olde crapfest

well, i just officially booked airplane tix for the annual "trip up to the homeland to get harrassed by my own mother." we're sticking with the plan, which seems to be the plan every year: "don't tell mom i'm coming." if she finds out, fine. if not, then we'll just pretend like i was never there in the first place, and her fucked up existence will continue on as usual. i'll arrange for some secret meetings with my brother. he'll play along, i just know it. i wasn't even going to go this year, but aunt lori's got china for me. my grandmother's china. isn't that special? yeah, anyway, she called and i told her i didn't think i was gonna make it this year and she almost cried. that woman is everything her sister (my mother) should have ever been and more, and i cannot stand to disappoint her. so z and i discussed it, and we're gonna do it, but we ain't drivin'. our "sell cigarettes to pay for the gas money" scheme won't work this time around, so i'm just going to take donations from my family for the ticket costs. and i will hook.

just kidding.

on the lighter side of things, i'm looking forward to not having to be at work for a whole week. i plan to go to the beach as often as possible, and i will be having someone physically stay home with molly so she can't go off gettin' all deadened while i'm gone. we won't have that again, no sir. that wasn't really the lighter side at all, was it?

and now, i'm hungry, so i'm gonna go eat lunch.