Sorry
The day my baba died I got some other news: not horrible, but irritating. I'd just found out, I was sitting outside her building on the concrete steps with East West - She Cries stuck in my head like a broken record when my cell rang and I picked it up. A friend of mine had seen a poster in Dr. Disc (an alright second hand and new record store) for a band called Johnny Valentine and the Valentones. WTF?~
Thereafter, I ranted, I was angry etc. and was not all to happy to recieve the nickname "Mr. Valentone" from the same friend. Not that its HORRIBLE, again, but it doesn't do my well, either. At the same time, Lance picked up a new nickname (from the same damn friend), who when she met us, called him "Chappo." ... Making us Mr. Valentone and Chappo.
My father keeps calling still, worried, discontented and apoligetic. One time (I'm not sure how, God had tricked me I guess) he'd gotten me on the phone, and all I had heard, before hanging up, was "Johnathan, listen to me--".
I've been alright, I think, in general, even with my baba's death. Drug-free, self-inflicted pain-free, nightmare-free, violence-free...and Lance and I have been having great sex, and its not intimidating me in the least. (He has a fucking tight body).
With her untimely death came the sudden realization that there are no more Valentines left in the world. Nope. Just me. Just me. Just me. No one left who knew my mom as a child, no one left who has to love me because we're related.
Though in other news, Lance invited me to the Prom. :)
Love
JV
Thereafter, I ranted, I was angry etc. and was not all to happy to recieve the nickname "Mr. Valentone" from the same friend. Not that its HORRIBLE, again, but it doesn't do my well, either. At the same time, Lance picked up a new nickname (from the same damn friend), who when she met us, called him "Chappo." ... Making us Mr. Valentone and Chappo.
My father keeps calling still, worried, discontented and apoligetic. One time (I'm not sure how, God had tricked me I guess) he'd gotten me on the phone, and all I had heard, before hanging up, was "Johnathan, listen to me--".
I've been alright, I think, in general, even with my baba's death. Drug-free, self-inflicted pain-free, nightmare-free, violence-free...and Lance and I have been having great sex, and its not intimidating me in the least. (He has a fucking tight body).
With her untimely death came the sudden realization that there are no more Valentines left in the world. Nope. Just me. Just me. Just me. No one left who knew my mom as a child, no one left who has to love me because we're related.
Though in other news, Lance invited me to the Prom. :)
Love
JV
posted by Mr. Death at 7:15 p.m.
5 Comments:
well, i'm glad to see you "up and running" so to speak. i must admit i was getting a little bit more than worried, 'specially since i went over to Lance's blog and nothing there either! - my imagination was working overtime! - so....very relieved to see you posting here...and excited to hear all about "the prom"...
luv, etc,
pj
So glad prom is something that you are looking forward to.
~Deb
Thanks a bunch. Nooo....just lapsed into an angry, drug-free depression and found myself with no energy to do or say anything. Lance says he has nothing to talk about, because all he's been thinking about is naughty. :p
And to be fair, he prolly only asked cause I was dropping so many hints.
JV
So has the prom passed yet?
No, its next month...June 15th or something.
JV
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