Dear Diary,
This week will be an interesting compromise. Soft Blue Ridge mornings for 24/7 Queen Mother. No television distractions for shitty dial-up. Cousins I miss desperately for 24/7 Queen Mother.
Oh. And did I mention that we are staying with The Queen Mother? That would be my mother, you remember. I told you how she was a Homecoming Queen in high school. Twice. And that whole thing with the baton...
Diary, you will have to understand if I'm not making a lot of sense this week. I am taking a news break because I cannot get cable up here, and the dial-up is too slow to load Drudge before his page becomes ancient history. Besides, the stress of Queen Mother and Terrorism is more than one white girl should be expected to endure simultaneously.
Last night she had too much cheap Yellow Tail and blurted how she had always been Pro-Choice and that ROE v. WADE happened four years too late for her.
My tongue is already resembling ground chuck, but I write again tomorrow as this will not effect my fingers. Promise.
There goes her cell with that "Royal Court " ring tone... the boyfriend calleth whilst the damnable daughter is tying up the phone line with her blather. Later...
Oh lawdy! I'll be praying for ya girlfriend. Come home soon!!!! How long are you going to be with Queen Mother anyway? And why on earth did you go in the first place? Heh.
Posted by: c.a. Marks | November 19, 2006 at 05:59 AM
You can always come visit me.
A lot less traffic than Drudge.
Enjoy your "vacation" if possible.
Posted by: JammieWearingFool | November 19, 2006 at 09:22 AM