I was making friends with Norbie's acquaintances on Facebook and came across a girl who knew a girl who is the sister of a guy who used to hang out with Natalia. If that isn't psychotic, I don't know what is. And Natalia, if you're reading this, I hope you got my e-mail. I'm still thinking about you. And it's nuts, knowing all these folks on the interwebs without actually physically knowing them.
Dreams have included hazing, the boonies of Missouri, and Morgan Freeman. All in one go.
I don't talk a lot about my son on here. I didn't have a kid to make him my life. The life of a one-year old isn't exactly what I'd expect you to come here for, if anything at all. I get mad at people who live through their children - either they're so empty as to not have anything else to do, or it's a sad obsession. Vicariously living through them? I don't know. I have enough of my life to avoid devoting my blog to the prodigal son that is way entirely too liked by too many to be related to me. There ain't no way. I was never exactly a social butterfly. I still have less than a hundred friends on Facebook, which is hilarious, sad, and indicative.
Evidently I'm gonna have to rob a few banks to make it to Missouri. (Hey, FBI/other three-letter combination agent that listens to my phone conversations? This is called a joke.) That's okay - when I lived with my brother and his ex-girlfriend, she was lamenting about the lack of money. He convinced her that it would be entirely feasible if she let me plan it. He also told my husband that I was the clear winner after diving into my next door neighbor/best friend's pool to fix a clogged bottom drain and grabbing a toy car and half of a tennis ball. Because I got the biggest/best things, and I'm a Hancock, I should manipulate the situation to make sure Travis understood that it was a competition that I won. And to rub it in his face.
I stopped posting because I was not doing good, and also a laptop's keyboard sucks. I have stolen my husband's monster machine. I also feel inspired.
Cigarette time! Come join me.
2 comments:
that's crazy, did you mention it to her?
yeah, people who live through their children are annoying. it's like, yeah it's a part of you now, but it's not your entire being. yeah, you love it a lot, but just like a lover, it won't complete you.
I am not doing so well either. super stressed. hate my life. etc. I would love to join you for a smoke. several.
I will e-mail her again. Hope she's doing better.
I know. Ben can speak for himself by his actions and garble, he doesn't need me to record every moment. I'd be fulfilling my obsessive tendencies if I did.
I'll give you a call?
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