You know, sometimes I wish more people knew about our existence, since shutting up the pretentious hipsters in my Composition seminar would be so much easier if when they started with their 'I spent my summer producing my latest off-Broadway production' I could be all 'well, I'm the Greek muse of music, bitch'. Seriously, how could they top that?
Whatever... hey, hey, life ain't fair, three in the air if you just don't care.
At least Reed's doing better in school than I am, except I had to have a meeting with his teacher the other day because she was concerned about what I'm teaching him since she didn't accept his explanation of the 'family' picture he drew. He was telling people that I'm his 'mommy-sister-Ellie' because I'm the only mom he remembered having, and she somehow took that to mean there was something psychologically borked with his head. I had to explain to her that our mom died shortly after Reed was born, so I took care of him, which she seemed to accept. Then she asked me about father-figures in his life since he didn't draw one. I... had no idea how to respond to that.
Blah, enough of me telling everyone my personal business. I want to meet the person who made
this not safe for children mash-up, and shake their hand. I also want to
get laid go out and do something, preferably with someone fun. Who wants to take me and the munchkin out somewhere? Or, take on babysitting duty for me? Anyone?