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Aug. 13th, 2009 05:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
afufleI can't believe it's Thurs. already, or that I lost track of what day it is, thougt it was Wed. Stranger things have happened, I'm sure. I just got an email from the guy driving the van to Georgia for a "church" trip I'm going on. Church meaning Odds Bodkins, or a group of people who are saved. Because some of these people just got kicked out, long story. It's more or less of a philosophical disagreement, and would make such a long story that I'll skip it.
These folks are fine with me, they couldn't have kicked out much better people. Anyway, going to Savannah for a big Mountain Of Worship get together. IT's weird because I haven't shared anything about what I'm doing with my family, I do tell them some of the things I'm up to, but it's like I don't belong. I keep very guarded, I think out of suspicion of my mother, who puts her own spin on things in a big way--you can't be having anyone know about all the bad things that have happened as a result of sexual abuse of young children in the family.
Re: travel, it's a good thing I had to pack to housesit, all I have to do is switch dirty clothes for clean, and get a few other things. I'm a bad organizer, and I was just looking for my razor--nowhere to be seen in my bags. I can't believe that. It's okay for now, I have long pants today, to cover the stubble. But sheesh. I'm not big on shaving, I hate to say, but after living in the barn and being homeless for over year (some of that was loving with friends), and jobless for so long, you have to economize somewhere.
They said they will be at Tybee Island at some point, I'm not even sure where I'll be staying. They said be sure and bring your bathing suit, but I haven't had one on since...I can't remember when, at least twenty years. I hardly ever even wear shorts. Those I'm wearing, and yesterday Patty gave me a pair of what used to be called pedal pushers--now capri pants. Pink of all things, but they fit. I got some sunblock the other day at Walgreen's. That's it, wading on the beach, no swimming. I'm so flipping wild, by which I mean feral. I have been inside myself so long, with such little contact with civilization, just no trust. Well, whatever, things change. I guess I'm not worried about it.
Eh, whatever. I need to get going, get to Kroger and get some grub.
Edit: well, nuts I have to do laundry before I go anywhwere, long story but it involves shoes.
BTW, LISA RINNA admitted to having her upper lip augmented many years ago--who would have thought such unnatural looking lips, esp, the upper one, could be fake? I can't believe she denied it for so long, it seems so obvious. She has the largest upper lip of any white woman I've ever seen. That's all I can think of when I look at her, at first it was the lips, then the lips and her story about them. And now she's emphasizing only the upper lip, not the lower. Eh, well, funny stuff.
These folks are fine with me, they couldn't have kicked out much better people. Anyway, going to Savannah for a big Mountain Of Worship get together. IT's weird because I haven't shared anything about what I'm doing with my family, I do tell them some of the things I'm up to, but it's like I don't belong. I keep very guarded, I think out of suspicion of my mother, who puts her own spin on things in a big way--you can't be having anyone know about all the bad things that have happened as a result of sexual abuse of young children in the family.
Re: travel, it's a good thing I had to pack to housesit, all I have to do is switch dirty clothes for clean, and get a few other things. I'm a bad organizer, and I was just looking for my razor--nowhere to be seen in my bags. I can't believe that. It's okay for now, I have long pants today, to cover the stubble. But sheesh. I'm not big on shaving, I hate to say, but after living in the barn and being homeless for over year (some of that was loving with friends), and jobless for so long, you have to economize somewhere.
They said they will be at Tybee Island at some point, I'm not even sure where I'll be staying. They said be sure and bring your bathing suit, but I haven't had one on since...I can't remember when, at least twenty years. I hardly ever even wear shorts. Those I'm wearing, and yesterday Patty gave me a pair of what used to be called pedal pushers--now capri pants. Pink of all things, but they fit. I got some sunblock the other day at Walgreen's. That's it, wading on the beach, no swimming. I'm so flipping wild, by which I mean feral. I have been inside myself so long, with such little contact with civilization, just no trust. Well, whatever, things change. I guess I'm not worried about it.
Eh, whatever. I need to get going, get to Kroger and get some grub.
Edit: well, nuts I have to do laundry before I go anywhwere, long story but it involves shoes.
BTW, LISA RINNA admitted to having her upper lip augmented many years ago--who would have thought such unnatural looking lips, esp, the upper one, could be fake? I can't believe she denied it for so long, it seems so obvious. She has the largest upper lip of any white woman I've ever seen. That's all I can think of when I look at her, at first it was the lips, then the lips and her story about them. And now she's emphasizing only the upper lip, not the lower. Eh, well, funny stuff.
