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Ok, one more night until Alice.
No more freaking drama!
Still waiting for my brother to call me with Mom's MRI results. Grr.
I remembered why I hate Urbana so much. Nothing happens there. It's like being trapped in a John Melloncamp song. Only thing open after 10 PM is the bars. And I have no desire to hang out at the Little Trashville. But by the same token, Carmazzi's is in Urbana...Nothing like a store that still sells $.10 candy. And I felt safe walking around in the middle of the night. Of course, it helps that Richard and Lisa live in the College end of town, but even the "ghetto" isn't that bad, particularly since I went to school with most of the people who live there. It is rough though. I walked by the house where my first ex lived, and that was a kick in the rubber part. Particularly since that apartment has always been a magnet for the faggots of Urbana. Hell, I lived there part time for a while. My first "offical" man outside of Mike lived there. Reorx's beard! (The problem with becoming Jewish is not breaking the Commandment about not taking G-d's Name in vain. And since I refuse to acknowledge the Xtian version...this leaves me little choice in gods to swear to. Thus the Dragonlance name.) I really wish I didn't have so many bad memories of what used to be home. I hate going back to visit. For me, it will always be a place of pain and misery.
No more freaking drama!
Still waiting for my brother to call me with Mom's MRI results. Grr.
I remembered why I hate Urbana so much. Nothing happens there. It's like being trapped in a John Melloncamp song. Only thing open after 10 PM is the bars. And I have no desire to hang out at the Little Trashville. But by the same token, Carmazzi's is in Urbana...Nothing like a store that still sells $.10 candy. And I felt safe walking around in the middle of the night. Of course, it helps that Richard and Lisa live in the College end of town, but even the "ghetto" isn't that bad, particularly since I went to school with most of the people who live there. It is rough though. I walked by the house where my first ex lived, and that was a kick in the rubber part. Particularly since that apartment has always been a magnet for the faggots of Urbana. Hell, I lived there part time for a while. My first "offical" man outside of Mike lived there. Reorx's beard! (The problem with becoming Jewish is not breaking the Commandment about not taking G-d's Name in vain. And since I refuse to acknowledge the Xtian version...this leaves me little choice in gods to swear to. Thus the Dragonlance name.) I really wish I didn't have so many bad memories of what used to be home. I hate going back to visit. For me, it will always be a place of pain and misery.
