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Jun. 28th, 2008 02:32 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
phthalombragealmost out! wow, my grandmother's crazy. and my mom is irritating her.
I am consoled that nothing sinister lurks in the corners of this old house, but disappointed that cosmos and black-eyed susans and eggplants and tomatoes no longer grow in the yard.
so I run away and read books, which fucks with my mind and makes me sad about my life thus far and confused in the extreme about what shall follow. hoping to someday contribute something worthwhile to humanity and/or understand what I am doing and/or be happy therewith and/or die before I start acting like my fucked-up relatives.
anyway, the pie turned out! the internet has been flakier than its crust, which my grandma must not know contained two sticks of regular unsalted butter (she eats weird artificial shit because it's supposed to be healthy, even though she seizes the suburban shopper as soon as it comes, circling a whole lineup of programs she wants to watch, tv dinner in her arthritic, faded housedress-clad lap).
my mother is trying to save old letters, with clovers affixed thereto with yellowed tape, pieces of turf that smell of tobacco tucked in the envelope, cartoon geese with kerchiefs on the envelope, mimeographed maps to girls' parties of the late seventies... while her mother says burn them! I crawled into a closet looking for the games my grandma wants to be rid of, finding only one, paint by number kittens, and a monkees puzzle, among other things.
this go around, I won't make it out of the suburbs and into actual boston. we never, never end up doing the freedom trail. tomorrow we're supposed to try to make it out to mary's before the thunderstorms so we can enjoy her backyard some. and I will escape mass! because I fly out sunday morning.
I am consoled that nothing sinister lurks in the corners of this old house, but disappointed that cosmos and black-eyed susans and eggplants and tomatoes no longer grow in the yard.
so I run away and read books, which fucks with my mind and makes me sad about my life thus far and confused in the extreme about what shall follow. hoping to someday contribute something worthwhile to humanity and/or understand what I am doing and/or be happy therewith and/or die before I start acting like my fucked-up relatives.
anyway, the pie turned out! the internet has been flakier than its crust, which my grandma must not know contained two sticks of regular unsalted butter (she eats weird artificial shit because it's supposed to be healthy, even though she seizes the suburban shopper as soon as it comes, circling a whole lineup of programs she wants to watch, tv dinner in her arthritic, faded housedress-clad lap).
my mother is trying to save old letters, with clovers affixed thereto with yellowed tape, pieces of turf that smell of tobacco tucked in the envelope, cartoon geese with kerchiefs on the envelope, mimeographed maps to girls' parties of the late seventies... while her mother says burn them! I crawled into a closet looking for the games my grandma wants to be rid of, finding only one, paint by number kittens, and a monkees puzzle, among other things.
this go around, I won't make it out of the suburbs and into actual boston. we never, never end up doing the freedom trail. tomorrow we're supposed to try to make it out to mary's before the thunderstorms so we can enjoy her backyard some. and I will escape mass! because I fly out sunday morning.
