The Sisterhood

+Just called my sister, Patty with the ever-so-important insight (to me, anyway) that I am to her: as she is to my father.

>She replied that she was watching something very important on the TV and could I call back in an hour.

> I replied why didn't she get tiVo for God's sake? I would totally forget about in in an hour.

> she said Oh good. Then why don't I blog about it?

>I said something to the effect "Splendid idea!!" so here I am. I asked her if she would read it if I did blog more and she said yes. Well then, so be it.

(*There will be pop quizzes, Miss Macaluso!! I'm joking. Maybe.*)

Anyway I am not really doing anything else right now.

I am bored of escape the room games and tower defense games, of which there are plenty.

I shall perhaps get into zombie-killing games.

I would like to actually do it in real life but that's why I am in my room,

I am a menace to society.

I don't wish to have enemies so I am waiting for them to all go away or die or whatever. Then everyone left on the planet will be my friend and things will be easy.

It's like I told the guy at the crazy-pay office, It's not exactly that I want to die, it's just that I want to be someplace where it's easy for me to be myself.

Which right now is here. I feel perfectly OK to be myself for the first time in what seems like a long time. How do I make it stay like that? I guess just keep doing what I am doing ; so far so good.

I don't really care if you read it, Patty. I won't be offended if you don't. I just need to say it.

So I am giving it up to the great machine in hyperspace who's elves I met in the DMT zone , and later at the gates of hell where they were all like Yo!!Ho you been ? and I was glad to see them. (You can't imagine how much you will wish you could say that.)

Of course I love it at Patty's too.
I guess I am to Patty: as Denise is to me so I must follow the advice I gave to Denise:
>"Take an interest in your own life and appreciate it."

I don't want to be rescued from my fate anymore than Denise wants to be rescued from hers or Patty from hers.

I shall be minding my own business.
Which is way good so I am not complaining.

{Insert appropriate emoticon here> ( )*() (That's supposed to be an asshole.)}

I'm trying to be nasty.

Why do I even bother?

Being nasty, that is.

When I try it just seems funny somehow.


Oh dear I am meandering now, which is reprehensible to the academic mind.

Which is why I am not an academic.

I am a Terpsichorian meander.

(I am imagining people out there thinking, " Oh God she's in there talking to herself in there."

I really am. Very loudly, sometimes.