Went to the park near our dinky apartment today with Frank, Ry and Pete for a lovely picnic, except I guess you couldn't really call it a picnic as all we had were a bunch of Reece's pieces, some jack n' coke and some various candy bars but we meant it to be all sweet and kiddy like anyway, that's what picnics are. Ryan brought the guitar, just because I'd dragged him out for the picnic whilst he was slumming around the house playing-it was a nice day! You can't sit inside!- An...

I feel so bubbly and tingly, like a bathful of disolving painkillers or something. Ah, love.... Ryan's fine. Picked him up from hospital with his friend Pete (the guy I love..tell you in a min). The doctors say everything's cool just that he has to rest and stay away from rhubarb! Anyways, we decided to just sit around the apartment, nice quiet night in, the three of us, Frank was in bed,sleeping off his uber hangover... Anyway, Ryan got tired and went to bed around midnight leaving Pete and ...

Seems like somebody really doesn't want me to publish this blog. Twice I've tried to write it and half way through my computer had crashed sweeping it all away. Am I cursed? Does somebody really want my day to suck more than it already has? No, I won't let myself get mad. I'm zen, the zen master, if you will. Completely centered... So my sucky day started at 3am when I came home from new work to find the kitchen absolutely overflowing with...rhubarb. Yes, rhubarb, everywhere. In...

I sat around today and watched the movie " The Virgin Suicides", because I'm going to my new work later. I love that movie, I love how it was filmed, like the colours, the sun glare. Reminds me for some reason of this holiday me and Ry took to Florida on a crazy whim. It was so sunny and despite the two of us being young and independant and alone, I felt like such a little uninhibited kid. Maybe that's where I'm going on that surprise vacation Ry's got planned for us, he still hasn't said any...

Whoops. I borrowed Frank's car and got a speeding ticket. So typical of me. He's mad. Don't know why because it's not like he's gonna pay the fine, it's me who has to do it but he says it tarnishes his reputation. Whatever. I apologised, in fact i feel really bad about it. I hate Frank being mad at me hence I baked him a huge cake to say sorry. Frank loves my cake. Says it's even better than his mama's and Frank's mama is such a little sweetheart. I love her soooo much. I love going over to h...

Hi, I'm in good spirits today, perhaps that JD and coke or the ones following the first make me feel like this. I don't know. Perhaps I am just secretly a happy person who has burst out today, mmm...makes you think. Ryan's gig was so good the other day. A major brawl broke out right in the middle of his set and he stopped playing, seriously mad and yelled at all these guys to chill. He just broke into a rant about how everybody should just love each other and stop fighti...

I am a waitress and you know what the best thing you can do as a waitress is when somebody is being a smartass to you? After handing them their food, wipe your nose on your arm, then walk away, a bandy legged walk as you pull your panties out of your ass crack. Shocks people everytime. And they don't complain because I've been nothing but polite to them whilst serving them. Insults, yelling, slamming down food, drinks, condiments on the table, that stuff doesn't work. Only subtle, disgusting,...

Frank has broken his arm. And he blames me. And i would feel guilty but I didn't do anything. Honest. I might have put his big heavy encyclopedic like books on god knows what on a very high shelf causing him to stretch up to get them and in some freak accident like way, cause the breakage(that isn't a word is it?) of his arm. Now he says I have to be his slave. It's that being responsible for someone's life if you save them thing reversed kinda. Ok, it's nothing like that but how can he blam...

Got the weirdest crank call ever last night. Normally when people crank call you they either, stay silent, scream or say something illegible(actually that isn't the right word, you have unreadable, but is unhearable a word? Let me know if you know the word, I'm not an english genius.) but this one was just strange. It was a ticking, a clock sound. I could hear it going, then it wound and clicked and then chimed for the time, 5am. Then they hung up. The phone went again five seconds later an...

Finally found a cemetary that'll take my mother's ferret and now she won't even speak to me. I've been calling her, I've been to her house, everything. She's off the rails. I went to her friends house (which smells disgusting, like eggs) and she told me that my mother doesn't want to speak to me anymore, I didn't love her ferret anyway and what's the use in me pretending like I do. I didn't even want to in the first place, and I never pretended to like the damned thing. Doesn't matter. Then h...

Spent all weekend phoning up pet cemetary's due to the fact that one of my mothers ferrets died. Why did she have to call me for help? We hardly ever talk then one of the damned things kicks the bucket and I have to deal with it. As usual, Ryan won't help me out. He's cut our mother out of his life completely, won't even say her name at times, just calls her it, her, she or loony. As the daughter though, I feel guilty, like i got to do something although we completely despise one another. I r...