mychai's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Quite an emotional roller coaster day in Picayune, MS. I'd alllllmost surrendered myself to the night. I was just getting online one last time to see if Lisa had updated her diary and to see if anyone had cared enough to mail me. In case you were wondering, the answers: yes and no (respectively). I saw my Old Radio Friend was online. She was the person that succeeded me when I left WRJW here in Picayune. She is 4 years younger than I, but we have that whole "DJ" mentality thing, though neither of us do that anymore. My last night in front of a mic was 12/31/98. But we've kept up over the internet, especially over the past several months. I saw her online when I came on this evening. That was at midnight. And I just got home. The original plan was to go to Waffle House for some coffee. Me being the not-so-huge fan of packed Waffle Houses and their coffee, we decided to head over to Slidell, Louisiana -- a 15 minute drive-- and get some daiquiris. They were damn tasty, especially when we took them to an all-night diner and ate some grease food with them. Damn tasty, indeed. It was a pleasant evening, indeed. She makes me feel like I have really been a bad boy since I graduated from HS. For the sake of public decency, I won't go into details why. In a weird way, I kind of liked playing the role of the "good boy turned bad" for the night. It's the tattoos, man. It's allll in the tattoo. How's this for hanging out your dirty laundry for all to see... My family is quite the dysfunctional one. Quite dysfunctional, indeed. My mom and dad were married for 20 years. Mom had a best friend. Best Friend and Dad started to like one another. Yada yada yada Best Friend has been Step Mom for about 5 years now, and needless to say, blood has been bad between the two former Best Friends ever since. Tonight was Pregnant Sister's wedding rehearsal at the Southern Baptist Church. Only eight people were there. Two of those eight were Mom and Step Mom. Oi. For the past 5-7 years, I've listened to my mom say how evil Step Mom was and how she'd like to rip her arms off at the shoulders and beat her with said arms until she was dead. Dat's muh Momma. Don't piss off a Southern Woman. So, both of these women ("Hell hath no fury...") are in this tiny Southern Baptist wedding chapel, where ideas are being tossed left and right because my Pregnant Sister can't make any decisions. And my two Moms were being... ...very civil, cordial, and almost chatty. And God damn if I wasn't the one who was weirded completely out by this. And if you have any understanding of why I would feel this way, please email me. I can not place why I was completely freaked that they were nice. I wasn't wanting a fight. I wasn't wanting upset feelings. Not in the least. But my stomache was in knots the whole rehearsal and: REHEARSAL DINNER at one of the local seafood resturaunts. I couldn't even eat. My body wasn't having none of that. It'd seen too much weird shit for the night to even fathom having any fried oysters swimming around in there. Once again: oi. So, my sister's getting married. And I'm a huge friggin' sap. I know I'm going to cry at the wedding. I just know it's going to happen. Thankfully, Good Friend Kourtney will be there to help me along. Why will I cry? Other than being a complete sap and wuss? With my sister, I've always been at least her #1 or #2 support. I share the positions with my dad. What number I am depends on if they are fighting, which seems to pretty much be whenever she isn't in need of money. Now, I'm being replaced. By some guy whose first name I never can remember, and the last name is worse. My soon to be brother-in-law, and I don't even remember his name. Not only will he be the husband of my sister, but he'll be the father of my niece. I don't know how comfortable I am with all of this. It bothers me in a way. My sister has a new #1. And I don't like it. I'm happy for her and all. And he is a nice guy. But still. I'm sad. 3:44 a.m. - Fri., Dec. 15, 2001 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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