babble
Saturday, August 16, 2003
There is a light that never goes out:
It is so hot in my apartment that I started sweating right after I stepped out of my freezing cold shower. SO SEXY.
As you know, I do most of my thinking in the shower, and while I was in there I thought of something that I wanted to write down right now so I didn't forget it. I have had the pleasure of having some great conversations with my family and friends in the last few days, and those conversations just reminded me how motherfucking lucky I am to have such kickass family members and such terrific friends. Observe:
My mother and I spoke on Wednesday night so that she could wish me a happy birthday and we could chat like moms and daughters should. I told her that I had a pretty cool birthday because it was so laid back. Even though I joke here about everyone sending me presents, I really don't like to make a huge deal out of my birthday because I really don't think it was much of an accomplishment on my part. I mean, come on, all I did was exit someone's womb. I think my mom deserves all the credit. She's the one who had to shove my giant, nearly 9 lb. self out of her uterus. So I say, on your next birthday, send your mom a present. That giving birth shit hurts, you know.
Anyway, while we were talking we stumbled across the subject of my sexuality. This is the part of the conversation when I swelled with pride at how cool my mom is. She has always been pro gay rights, and when I told her that I was dating a woman when Liz and I started getting serious, she was totally cool with it. I explained to her that I was bisexual, that I wasn't "switching sides", and that I'd always been this way - that basically I fell in love with an individual, regardless of gender, race, etc. Not only does she totally understand that, she thinks it's really cool. She said those exact words, "I think that's so cool." No, Mom - you're the one that's cool.
Also, I would like to give props to my best friend Shane. He has spent a lot of time on the phone with me lately, listening to me bitch about stuff and run scenarios past him and try to hammer out major life decisions, and he's never once complained about me yammering in his ear about my lameass problems. He also whipped out some serious logic (heh, heh, I said "whipped out") and talked me out of spending a grand on a camera that I wanted to take with me to Ireland and offered to let me borrow his sexy, heavy Russian camera. Plus, he's really hot and nobody else looks better in a pair of leather pants, and that is a quality that all best friends should have.
So basically, for the last week and a half, I've just been appreciating the fact that I have some really amazing friends and family, and I think it's about time I started telling them how much I appreciate them. So expect more sappy shit like this in the future.
Don't worry, though - I'll still spout the usual vitriol, misanthropy, and general malaise on a regular basis.
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