What a weird ass surreal ass and sometimes just ass weekend.

[thehefner]

On the night of my post-Narnia bliss-out, my grandmother ran (or so far as an obese old woman with a walker can "run") to my mother, all freaked-out. "There's someone on the porch!" she said, near panic. "And he's smoking!" My Mom said, "Uh, that's John." "John smokes?" Dama said, as if such a thought was... in-con-theeve-able. Crazy fat woman.

Friday evening was ca-rayzee-ness galore with the mother of a friend. Ehh, you'll have to wait for the Hefner Monologue. Although suffice to say my mother wants to call this other mother up and verbally bitchslap her.

Yesterday was absolutely wonderful. I had a simply awesome time seeing Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang with holli and then geeking out afterwards in the Barnes and Noble comic book section. Simply marvelous time. It was great. I felt fucking awesome afterwards.

Then later that evening I learned some things and had other things confirmed and spent the rest of the night a detatched, contemplative zombie on (and occasionally over, for the first time since May) the verge of tears. Again, you'll have to wait for the Hefner Monologue when the time is right.

Goddamn Hefner Monologues. I had better make these so good and so entertaining, funny, and interesting, that all the shit that inspired them will have seemed worthwhile. Because, yeah, this morning? Right now? Not really feelin' it.

Richard Pryor died. One of my heroes before I even knew he was one of my heroes, gone.

I come back home at three in the morning last night/this morning, dejected and miserable, and my Mom said, "I probably shouldn't tell you this, but Dama came in here all worried and asked, 'Is John doing drugs?' I said, 'What?!' She said, 'I saw him smoking his pipe, is he doing drugs?' I'm like, 'It's TABACCO.' 'But-but it was all... flaring up...!'"

I said, "Ok, mom, you're a nurse. Do you have a hypodermic needle and a tourniquet that I can leave lying around the kitchen? No wait, even better! Get me a razor blade! I'll roll up a ten dollar bill and sprinkle some powdered sugar around! C'mon, it'll be great!" She suggested leaving a catnip joint. Who knows, if we're still feeling evil tonight, we just might. Lordly loo.

Comments

[interdisciple.livejournal.com]

lest we forget, tabacco's drugs too. :)

[deliapuppeh.livejournal.com]

Fortunately a catnip joint for a puppy won't do anything. ^-^ Hi sweetheart.

[thehefner.livejournal.com]

Hello yourself. If you don't get it from her, my e-mail to use is curseyourichards@hotmail.com. It's an alternative I made for other things.

[deliapuppeh.livejournal.com]

I assumed as much. I figured out that we're still gona be able to see each other when Rude Mechanicals perform and such, and with that there's no fuckin way they're keeping me away.

[banquo26.livejournal.com]

Sorry to hear that the weekend was so up and down. Richard Pryor was a hero of mine as well. We should get some people together and rent his movies. what do you think?

[morganashkevron.livejournal.com]

Also saw Narnia and I agree - it was fantastic! Liam Neeson as the voice of Aslan was perfect. And the kids were really good, especially for child-actors who are generally more cute than talented.

And you're mom is awesome.