Hello my little blank rectangle. I am filling you with my essence.
You have such a filthy mind.
Well my dearest confidant, guess who I saw?
None other than the wild parrots of Telegraph Hill. Maybe I'm retarded special, but when I saw those crazy green parrots swinging upside down from the trees overlooking the Bay Bridge, I was as excited as a five year old. I may be a jaded city dweller, but those birds melt my heart a little.
What else. Oh yes, and:
My mom called and invited herself to move in our one bedroom apartment.
*cough*
I wonder how long that would last.
She stayed at my brother�s less than 24 hours before convincing herself that he and his wife are mortal enemies. She can't stay anywhere for five minutes without causing a scene. The burns on my dad�s arm say it all. It's bad.
I�d fix all her problems if I could, but peoples released into my realm must be either legally sane or medicated.
Call it tough love, but my couch isn�t going to cure her. Besides, it can only hold one parent and two cats at a time. My living room has become prime real estate as of late. I know I�m an exquisite hostess, but Jesus! I�m not the only awesome kin around here with a convertible sofa bed!
Actually I love having my dad stay here. (Don't tell mom.) I love her too, but her mental state is dangerous, and I'm no martyr. Love and an open ear via phone is the best I can offer her right now.
Me? I�m fine. It�s depressing and blah blah blah, but I�m full of poise and green tea. My downfall won�t be a parental crisis, nor a rockstar, nor an idiot president. A foxy wild parrot, maybe. But fear not! You haven�t seen the last of me yet.
3:00 p.m. - 2008-05-06