It's been awhile since I mom-blogged, right? So I'm about to go out with my latest girl crush--brillant, funny, horrible childhood, drunk: God love her--and I'm getting ready and I think: "This is the life she wanted." Not for me, she never really knew me, or knew I was there--but there is always that residue, her traces in my bones, her thoughts in my head. I have the life she wants, I have the love she denies, I have the defenses she lacks.
Pray for her, okay? I don't know how she is, but I know in my bones it isn't good. I'm going out anyway. It's my life.
posted by St. Renegade at 9:59 PM
1 Comments:
I dread the day that all the moms of the world discover the blogosphere - mom-blogging is much cheaper than therapy. My sister blew a casket when my father (71 years-old!) discovered facebook and got into her profile - now she has to rant to me in private! What a strange world, really.
p.s I think your choir should release an entire album covering every song on the Pixies "Surfer Rosa" album, including the banter inbetween songs. I would buy it, promote it, even peddle it to school children. Just a thought.
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