Symbolic Stuff Nobody Gives a Crap About

Longest. Day. Ever.
 
Meanwhile in the world of awesome wholesome things...

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That little guy in back is like "Argggggh, I'm a pirate. I'm going to download Season 7, Episode 1 of True Blood without paying for HBO when I have 5 spare seconds."
 
so i have been having all these dreams lately, mostly reminding me of lost potential and how i need to breakthrough and live again. i imagine that i must start a training program, to return to the ring, as the long suffering, all but forgotten fighter. amidst the rumors, the murmuring and nonsense, I must launc h a comeback to the world in a tremendous fashion. in spectacular shape, executing each move like a champion, to show everyone once and for all that I am not the crazed loser they last saw urinating into a parked convertible, but as a disciplined man, a man of high standing and of repute.
 
You pissed in a convertible?
 
We're relaxing in the room watching soap operas. My mom just told me to look at the ceiling and concentrate and I would "see" what she sees very clearly. A man angel with steel blue eyes looking out for us. :tears: What do I do? I told her not to share those things with anyone other than me. Then she'll flip and be normal and practical. It's my childhood all over again. I often attributed it to alcohol but she hasn't drank a drop for 21 years. She may need meds. But what if she's just channeling something real?
 
Last night during Mamma Mia she would wave at the actors and do hand gestures, then she'd turn and talk gibberish in this bizarre voice...but then she'd clap and stomp her feet to the music. She loved it but there were moments when she wasn't Linda. She was something else and I couldn't read it and suddenly didn't want to.
 
I am channeling my inner loser the last 24 hours. I've never failed so completely at reading and concentrating. Meanwhile my mom will get all amped to set up camp at a penny slot then suddenly lose all interest and not want to play anymore. That's the theme of this vacation. And crazy. Now she's being momish which I love. We had mozzarella sticks and French fries for dinner at the cafe in the hallway to the pool and she thanked me like I took her to a five star restaurant.
 
For the love of God EAT. :p No worries.
 
Tonight I'm taking a cue from my mom and would rather pretend life is amazing with a blanco margarita and a bready day dream than handing it over to the roulette wheel which has profoundly FAILED me the last 24 hours. Even though Man Lady Bay is like my symbolic stomping grounds, I'll hold into my fives. (I wanted to see those sharks so bad! I know its borderline sea world but they don't make them do tricks so I like to think if them as cats in a house. I was too late for the sharks. Next trip.)

Shitty food f***ing turns me ON. Like masturbate-in-the-casino-bathroom-stall-so-desperate-for-alone-time turns me on. Lol.
 
On the drive to Vegas we were listening to Jim Gaffigan and I turned the channel off because I was tired of him saying HOT POCKET like a THOUSAND TIMES during his bit. Then all weekend I was looking for the HOT POCKET anomaly. Hot Topic. Lol.
 
Meanwhile in the world of awesome wholesome things...

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That little guy in back is like "Argggggh, I'm a pirate. I'm going to download Season 7, Episode 1 of True Blood without paying for HBO when I have 5 spare seconds."

Don't get too excited, little pussy. I found the episode to be very disappointing.
 
Don't get too excited, little pussy. I found the episode to be very disappointing.

The show has been crappy since season three, I don't have high expectations for it blowin' my mind. :p
 
The show has been crappy since season three, I don't have high expectations for it blowin' my mind. :p

I didn't really expect to be blown away or anything, but I have consistently enjoyed it. I was sad when they killed off Russell Edgington and devastated when Steve Newlin died. It got a little soapy I guess, but I put up with it because I love True Blood, really, I've been a fan since episode 1. The last thing they showed us last season was Eric's inevitable doom. They didn't touch on that once in the new season. Eric is the best character and I cannot abide this blatant lack of Skarsgård. They spent way too much time developing new characters for whom I give not a singular f***.
 
Normally I'm a champ with processing the bizarre and anomalies, but in Vegas when it came to my mom, God failed to take into consideration that I have a history of being drug around on her expeditions to find her Prince Charming since I was a child. She'd kind of get a hint of what was going on and literally show up at churches thinking Priests would just recognize her with me in tow. After she was hospitalized for jaundice/hepatitus and almost DIED and quit drinking cold turkey, "dark mom" sort of went away or she became better at disguising it. She still doesn't drink, but "dark mom" is back and while normally I'd consider it an awesome reading gift to have her in the room and to listen to whoever or Whatever she's channeling, there was a part of me that was juggling my own PTSD of my poor mom being overtaken by a presence she wasn't in control of back in the 80s when she was really losing it. Imagine her in the 60s when she was asked to be in this episode as the "practice" princess, she's been getting the shit end of the symbollic stick for a lifetime with no tools to understand how to read. In many ways I feel like the hip, young kid who understands technology trying to explain it to my mom, the technology being an ancient secret language imbedded in code and metaphor, but I think she's too tired to learn, she just wants her prince to show up and make her comfortable. One can hardly blame her. It's in that vain that I feel comfortable proceeding with this house transfer thing so I can do things like buy her a soft mattress and dental implants and whatever she wants. She's cleaned houses for the Gods for too long to be subjected to going through with random searching and common disappointment that there is nobody for her, that it's a metaphor. And if it isn't, shit just got massively complicated. :D ONLY hugs.

Look at the plot of mamma Mia, that was like the WORST play for her to see. I feel horrible, had I known I would've taken her to see Cirque du Whatever instead.

 
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:tears: We're at Level 11, I hope I don't accidentally offer. :o :(

I'm sure I'll get over this in two seconds. Lol.
 
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I'll get back on morning schedge tomorrow. Sorry.
 
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Noah threw a pretty awesome party last night complete with two masseuse's giving massages. I got Akiko. I could get used to that regularly, it felt sooooo good. :cool:
 
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The lengths that I go...

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:rofl:
 
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