I used to get angry, when I would give someone my best work and they would come back with a laughable fail.
It’s a hard thing to accept, that sometimes, the people from whom you crave excellence can only produce mediocrity.
I think I finally freaked out my friends.
The post was this:
“Ugh. Sick as death. Taking care of Max. So tired.
Could be worse. Could be Chase No-Face. Perspective = everything.”
That’s Chase No-Face, of the Chase No-Face blog. Yes, he’s alive, and leading a surprisingly fulfilling life.
I am being stalked by the people who (nearly literally) inspired Deliverance. I am getting way too old for this shit.
Whenever I lose faith in the world, I turn to my friend, Jen…who tonight, can be quoted thusly: “Yesterday a well-meaning family member told us that we were lucky the fool didn’t have a gun. I said the burglar was also lucky that he did not have a gun. I would have stuck it up his ass and pulled the trigger. Then, after I was arrested for sodomy/homicide/discharging a firearm, I would be out of jail in 4 hours telling y’all about it on LiveJournal.”
If it’s wrong to be amused by your significant other’s suffering, then I don’t want to be right.
Mine went out to a goth night.
First, dressing like you’re twenty when you’re thirty is no less creepy than dressing like you’re ten when you’re twenty.
Second, he’s pretending it’s for work, but he bleached his hair, wore his favorite clothes and even put on make-up.
I’m a girl. We invented this act. I know what date/event excitement looks like.
As much as I’d like to be asleep, I’m awake, because the baby is awake and I have to drive a friend to the train station in six hours. So, I googled tonight’s event. As his editor, I’m going to be writing an article about the place, anyway.
It’s not a goth event. I have no idea where he got that idea.
It’s a rap/hip-hop event.
He’s going to be the only white guy, who happens to be wearing make-up, at a rap/hip-hop event.
It’s almost sad – one of two things will happen; either he’ll come back to me in pieces, or he’ll come back and tell me what a great goth night it was, and then I’ll cut him into pieces.