Now, don't be shy, he won't bite. He's very smart and very strong. Just like me...because he's also lazy. Anyway, that's Mutuumbo. You want one? Just click on him and he'll take you to where you can get a Neopet of your own.

I've finally realized that I'm not ever going to be the son that my parents wished they had had. They want some Leave it to Beaver, clean cut, "golly gee", christian, wholesome lad. Well, sorry, that ain't me. Since I'm going back for a visit in a few weeks, I thought I'd give my mom a bit of warning and tell her about my tongue piercing. You would have thought I'd raped Jesus himself with the way she reacted. She kept telling me how she was all disappointed in me and shit. It really hurt. She kept saying that she didn't want anyone else to see it and that she wished I could take it out and leave it in Florida. In that statement, however lies the truth.

She isn't disappointed that I did it for me, she's disappointed because she knows that it will change the way her shallow-ass, materialistic, christian hypocrite friends will look at her. I haven't told her about my tattoos. I'm sure that will go over well. I really think that my parents were disappointed when my sister and her first husband got divorced. Chip was the son they had never had but always wanted. He was muscular, clean cut, and he believed that shit they shell out at church and call religion. He was a Missouri State Trooper and a former Marine. Well, hell, guess I just don't amount to much. I'm fat and out of shape, I have a scraggly beard and fucked up hair, and I'm the farthest thing from a christian you can probably get. Guess I don't fit into their 'master race' mold. And you know what? That really pisses me off.

My parents have always seemed pretty cool to me, but there are times where a really ugly part of their personality peeks out for a few seconds and it annoys me. They claim to be christian and part of christianity was that 'all men were created equal in the eyes of god', yet they look down on homosexuals and bisexuals. They look down on anyone who doesn't fit into their very strict ideal of 'christian'. Hell, my mom is a St. Louis Rams fan, not because they're a good team, but because the quarterback has publicly professed his christianity. Oh, I'm sure that makes him a hell of a lot better person than anyone else, eh? I just hate this double standard that they live by. I'm half tempted to go get my septum pierced and a tribal tattoo on my neck so that it comes up out of the collar of a shirt. Something visible so that they can't do the whole 'ostrich' thing. If I can't see it, it doesn't exist. Somehow, that's how they feel about me.

Anyway, it's getting late, I'm tired and I need to go write a check for some cash so our rent doesn't bounce. I got a fuckin' raise, got paid Friday, and we're already broke and almost over drawn. HOW THE FUCK DO WE DO IT?? Oh well, hope you've all had a better day than me. Later.

"Where are we going and why am I in this handbasket?"

Icebear