Straight No Chaser

On Privacy

i should take my own advice and remember that it doesn't really exist, on a public website. it's very rare that my school life intersects with my writing.com life; in fact, it's never happened, but it did today, and it's totally my fault. i went private for a couple hours, added a passkey for a couple more, and now it seems better just to be public but prudent. so. that.

i forget, sometimes, that when i'm ranting like a madwoman about the trivialities of my mostly comfortable life, i'm talking about actual people. which, duh, what else, but somehow i fail to be careful anyway. so this is a general apology, as well as a reminder to self: think ere you speak, for words, once flown, once uttered, are no more your own.

we've been cooking all day, mother and grandmother and i. i am definitely the weakest link, if i've any right to call myself a link at all, but they're both being nice about it, because they know i've got a headache and a lot of residual exhaustion. mom again refused to make a tofurkey for aunt susan and me, but she's letting me do squash casserole and mock apple pie, the kind with the ritz crackers and cream of tartar, so that's okay. the stuffing, from the looks of it, will have lots and lots of onions and celery, and i broke my mom's brand new glass vase by accident, rinsing it out. in other words, things are totally, one hundred percent status quo. and it's cold.

marcus is driving safely, i hope. i'm trying not to think too much about it. he's got sean in the car with him this time, but still. he finds a way around every logical tenet of physiology.

strange wants our journals on monday; that is, thankfully, the only homework i really have, this week.

twenty-five years from now, thanksgiving will be really weird. i'm the oldest grandchild on one side, the only female on the other, and i've only got one first-cousin per parent. it is heavily likely, therefore, that cooking and hosting responsibilites will fall squarely on my shoulders, more often than not. rachel's a girl, too, but she's nine years younger. zaire will never have any cousins, so i guess he'll be on the guest list too. it'll just be weird, is all. i hope my mom lives forever. that would be good for a lot of reasons.

aaron who isn't shannon, i found the andy warhol journal. and i immediately defiled it with a bad poem about oral sex.