I finally managed to get in touch with that girl with the really cool journal, www.fearandrandomwumph.motime.com and she was really nice like I thought. Very funny. You don't get many people like that, you know who write well and are funny in real life. I asked her what her favourite joke was and she said this; " What did the cowboys say when they saw the indians coming?" I didn't know and didn't attempt to guess. she told me the answer; " Look there's the indians coming." So simple, yet I found it effective. Sorry, my humour isn't all that great. I guess I just appreciate the dumb little things life throws at you.
Oh, Ryan got to play his gig the other night. He was really good and I think the audience appreciated him which made it all even better. He seemed quite please with himself but now I'm worried about him because for the past few days all he's eaten is custard. Now I'm not talking about enjoying eating it, you know, quite happily limiting yourself to it like when you find a new food that's cool and you enjoy. I mean, he's completely throwing himself into eating it for breakfast, lunch and dinner and complaining about it. He won't speak properly either and only ever half mumbles except when he goes into a rage. He had a little outburst yesterday at me smoking in the house, which was strange as he smokes himself. I let him yell. Yelling has never bothered me. I must get such a dumb expression on my face when someone yells at me because I kind of go into a trance and start humming songs in my head or imagine that I'm in this little garden by a lake that has lots of silver fish in it, tiny... I guess I learned that from being a waitress. People yell at me all the time at work.
Work is still slow, I'm beginning to think that maybe the customers aren't going to come back. Our place is nice, it just doesn't serve the most edible food around but that isn't really a problem. The portions are massive.
I saw my mother today. She's strange. You would never imagine that this woman could possibly be a mother. She lives alone in an apartment near us but Ryan and I never really see her. We weren't very close to her and I think she blames us because we were twins. We had our own bond and therefore have never needed anyone else. I blame the fact that she's a complete recluse. She set fire to my wendy house when I was around six because she thought that it was having a negative effect on her ferrets. Yes, she keeps ferrets. Lots of them in her one bedroomed apartment. She came into my work today and acted as though she didn't know me. Her black hair has got longer. It was all piled up on top of her head, held in place with a big clip. She wore a one time white jumper, that I'm sure I saw her wearing last time I saw her at christmas. I served her coffee. I don't think she eats. Skeletons don't tend to on account of their lack of stomach. Before she left I tried to speak to her but she started singing that song from the Valley of the Dolls and left. She didn't tip.
Oh, Frank is still in love with the Vonda Shepard lady. He claims they made eye contact but he won't ask her out. He says they are fated to be together. Yeah, ok. I'm not sure if i believe in fate or not. Maybe I do maybe I don't. Maybe fate will decide. Or maybe Frank'll prove it if he ever gets it together with this woman.