2011-06-01, 10:28 a.m.
Mom came back from her trip... not nearly as schmoopy as I thought she'd be. Looks like reality reared its ugly head (which once again reminded me of why I don't want to do Internet dating). Not that they are breaking up, mind you-- she still wrote their initials in a heart when we were in one of those restaurants that lets you draw on the tablecloth and sent it to him-- but it sounds like he was too organized for her late-flakyness, and she was too hard-charging and packratty for him, and it wasn't as romantic as she thought, and... who the hell knows. Anyway, I went to the Bay Area to visit her and got there around 10:15 and somehow it took her until 6 p.m. that day to say she'd had a good time, rather than all of the stuff she thought was going to be and then wasn't. Gah. I don't know on their compatibility or not, might be too soon to tell there. But she seemed out of sorts enough that... yeah, shouldn't get my hopes up there. Of course. Though who knows, she's certainly settled before despite knowing better. If this is that sort of case, I don't know.
On Sunday (and Monday, and Tuesday over texting...) Mauricio and his wife were getting on me to Think Positively about job hunting and how I should do fiction writing. It was kind of making me crazy. I appreciate the effort, mind you, but telling me to think happy thoughts does not help when all I can see is the brutal reality of the situation. Happy thoughts do not rescue me. Yes, I do have skills, but they are not financially valued ones. And I really really just don't want to start my own business. So... I am out of ideas, folks.
(a) Two stolen shopping carts. You stay classy there, Granddaddy.
Seriously, Mauricio and I said that this thing could just be lit on FIRE because there was nothing worth saving in there. Certainly not for $250 a month. For a woman who claims she's sooooo broke, DEAR GOD THIS SHIT WAS NOT WORTH IT. And while she claims she's going to throw things out "when I can borrow a truck, and I can get that metal sold...", I know damn well that when she dies, I'll be stuck cleaning out this storage cabinet filled with shit. And since we're all a bunch of hoarders, give me a decade or two and I'll be doing it too, throwing a shit fit about not wanting to get rid of the most useless of stuff. Hell, I found a pile of rotted fruit in her house (left over from the trip) that she had still not tossed. What the HELL? You can't even throw out rotted fruit now?!
This is my inheritance, this is my future. The only thing good about it is that my oldest cousin in the state is going to be the one stuck cleaning out my grandparents's shit, plus my mother's shit, plus my own shit, rather than any unfortunate kids I could birth. Hah hah, she doesn't even know she'll get stuck with that yet.
On Tuesday I stayed home sick from work and felt like crap.
On June 1, it is raining buckets. Happy fucking summer.