Quiet lately

Hey Mom, sorry I haven't blogged in over seven years. I haven't heard from you at all since you died last month. Don't they have email in heaven?

Why I didn't call this weekend

Besides the huge kitchen renovation project, I spent most of today speeding, dropping off my wife at the airport, and now I'm in the basement, swilling beer and smoking.

You'd be proud Ma.

I'm getting on an airplane this evening and flying to Portland. You'd be proud of me, I wore clean underwear. You always told me to wear clean underwear when I travel.

On at least three seperate ocaissions yesterday, I did not track mud in to the house.

Yesterday I washed the dishes, and no one had to ask me.

I got married last year.

I got a promotion.

I shaved.

Words to alleviate nervousness

Dear Mom,
Today I woke up and realized that I've been fooling myself all this time. I finally see that in order to be happy in life, I need to go back to church and get closer to God, find a good Christian woman to love, get married, have a couple of kids, and move back closer to you and Dad on the farm. HAHA just kidding, I'm still a big fag and love my hot, hung boyfriend.
I was up late last night smoking pot and drinking whiskey, talking trash with my buddies on IRC. I'm thinking of quitting my job and going to live on the road for the next couple of years, walking the earth like that guy in Kung Fu. After squatting in abandoned buildings across the cities of Europe and not bathing for months at time, I might phone you up (collect) from a gay bath house in Singapore or something to let you know I'm still okay. Or not. Of course, I'll probably just stay here in California and continue to waste away as my life goes nowhere. I heard on the street the other day that the price of heroin has dropped - I might give it a try, as I'm looking for a new habit. Well, gotta run! The dog threw up on the bed again, and I have to clean it up. Love, your atheist gay son.

Out of town

I was totally out of town this weekend, speeding the whole way. I drank a lot of beer and didn't shower until we left Kentucky. Of course i was gracious and charming around my lady's folks. I also didn't wear shoes. Years of living in the city have made the soles of my feet soft and tender - i strive to get their former toughness back. I also bashed the shit out of my right big toe by ramming it into a cement thing in the dark. Hopefully i won't get toe cancer.

Hi, Mom!

Hi Mom! This blog was created so you can know what your child has been up to.