PunkSparkle

I'm an Alcoholic Suicidal Prostitute on Drugs...

Wow. I've unknowingly freaked the bajesus out of Mom...
don't know how, I'm never frigging home... but she just
came in and asked me if I planned on offing myself. (insert
funny look here__________________) Then, after discussing
that, we talked about my move to Florida, and she said
she's worried I'm going to end up on the street selling
myself to strange men so I can buy drugs, booze, cigarettes
and Snapple. (well, not in those words, per se...) I
explained patiently to her that Tiff and I have a place to
live already, 3 in fact, since she has a friend in New
Orleans and one in San Diego, both who offered homes to the
both of us, etc etc. Then came the question every teenager
hears at least once: do you drink? (Yes, Mom, not much) do
you do drugs? (Just pot. Don't worry.)
Apparently Mom is terrified of the way I live my life
because she has no knowlege of it whatsoever. I'm rarely
ever home when she is, or I'm still sleeping or something.
I never talk to either of my folks anymore, to say nothing
of my sister. She doesnt live here, so I guess that's
undertstandable. My parents and I are strangers now though.
I can't even imagine how bad things will be here for them
when I go to Florida. Holy shit are they gonna be bored...
Last night Frances, Maria and I spent the night over
Mike's, watching the two most god-awful movies ever made-
well, that is, after Freddy Got Fingered- Reutrn of the
Living Dead 3 and The Puppetmaster. Those weren't good bad
horror movies, just bad bad horror movies.
Mike and Maria got happily stoned after awhile, and while
they were doing that, Frances and I talked about some
stuff... he wants an aspect or two of our relationship to
change (you can ask what I'm referring to, but I probably
won't tell you, if you don't already know), because he's
worried that if it continues it will fuck things up before
I move. I told him I didn't think it would since it hasn't
yet, but I'll do whatever makes him happy, so it's up to
him. We talked a little about me moving... basically just
him confessing that he thinks he's going to handle it
badly. I told him I doubt he'll take it as hard as he says
he will. But, now that I think about it again, how would I
handle it if he moved? Maybe he's not exaggerating at all.
I hope he does handle it better than he thinks he will,
though... I don't want him (or any of them) to hurt any
more than he (they) has (have) to. Especially since it
won't bring me back or make me stay.
Anyway, there's a Death Kegger over Mike's tonight... or
so I named it since we're only getting slammed there cause
his family is in Michegan still because of the death of his
grandfather. Also, it's more of a 6-pack-er than a kegger.
Oh well. As a matter of fucked, I'm gonna go get in the
shower and get ready. Peace y'all.
**Sparkle**

Current Music: Starfuckers, Inc.- Nine Inch Nails

I hate every fucking day just a little more
I sold my soul but don't you dare call me a whore...