august 21, 2002.

Still bothered about last night. I just can't believe how rotten my mother can make me feel - the Boy & I arrived at Mount Olympus to new towels, food in the fridge and thoughtfully arranged furniture (lately belonging to Nic), but as soon as my parents and I are together in person, the badgering begins. Is it my fault that I really don't want to hear them warning me about the long drive to Hogsboro five or six times? It's not like I've accumulated any real experience to alter my position of complete ignorance on the matter. All of the things they said last month (over and over) still apply. Like, consider the point made and let it go all ready. But no, the two of them have to keep on, like nagging will reduce the distance. All it does is reduce my desire to be around them.

Mr. Avalanche was thunderstruck when he heard that my parents were terribly upset at the job offer, saying that his parents are happy whenever he decides to do something constructive, let alone start a career. I told him that he was free to use my achievements in talking to his parents - it might deflect some heat from him, and it's not like my parents will really miss the chance to cheer me on.

They've missed every chance so far...

And really, I don't need my travel plans audited. Chicago is close enough to Gomorrah that if the going gets really rough, we can leave - but I don't think it will. We've repeatedly asked Pixie & Q if we should come visit, and every time they've agreed...and that's good enough for me. Bah. My mother's just pissed because she thinks I'm keeping secrets. Last month she tried to squeeze information out of me, and she couldn't deal with the fact that I didn't ask my brother & sister any questions. The whys and wherefores of Pixie & Q splitting up are none of my business, which is why I waited for information to be given. And if the Boy & I are stymied, the answers are certainly not hers for the asking.

{ p r i m a l s c r e a m t h e r a p y }

"...feel free to ask questions if I've been unclear. But just you. Everyone else can eat a big bag of shit... its none of their goddamn business anyway. Bastards."

- pixie on the gossipy & inquisitive

I'm also a little ticked off that the Evil Phone Company has yet to flip the fucking switch on our line. I called for more information this morning, only to be told that it would be activated between 9 and 5. Charming. Flip the fucking switch!!! Flip the fucking switch!!!

one 20-minute phone call later...

I don't think it's a very encouraging sign that the service rep wished me good luck at the end of the phone call.

6:50

Well, isn't this fucking typical. I've phoned the Evil Phone Company 6 times today, and now that business hours are over it becomes a problem for tomorrow. We can expect a repairman "between 9 and 12." Just like we could expect hookup "between 9 and 5" today. Hmph.