*sigh* the mother is coming to visit tomorrow.

i feel like doing one of those pagan hoodoo dances with a chicken foot and feathers.

she called to tell me she was coming in, right? this is an approximation of the conversation:

"What are you doing tomorrow?"

"I have three stories I'm working on, and a quilt to finish but I've been saying that all week."

"Okay then, well if you have things to do I guess I won't come in and see you, even though it's been awhile."

(oh PUHLEEEZE i know this game.)

"Okay mom, whatever."

"You're such a bitch."

"Why, cause I know what you're doing?" (now i'm laffin a little.)

"You're a shithead."

"Yup."

"I'll be there about nine. By the way, what's all this kissing ass you're doing with your sister?"

"What are you talking about?"

"She says you call her every day."

"Huh? I don't call her every day, but I do call to see how she's doing."

"Oh, well she says you call her every day. I was just wondering what all the ass sucking was for."

*sigh*

gotta love her.

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i posted a piece on FWBW i had written a while back. you know what? i still can't read that fuckin thing. i mean i can, i just did, but it makes my stomach ROLL. i guess we all carry snapshots like that in our wallets.

i really would like to write a fluff piece, there has to be one inside here somewhere. i can be very funny in person, i just wonder where the hell that person hangs out when i write. it's like she takes one look and says "Oh HELL NO, i'm not subjecting myself to THAT!" and takes off running.

chickenshit.

oh well, i just had to get this off my chest, i might not get a chance to make an entry tomorrow. it might be a good visit; i can't always be so negative, right?

yarite.

LOL!