This is not an ode.
Nov. 28th, 2003 03:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aruanMy father makes me want to...
-get piercings in places I can't flash to security when they set off metal detectors
-shave off all my hair, get tattoos in all possible visible places, and still land a six-figure job
-take up parachuted free diving off of buildings for fun
-drive my car too fast around icy mountain curves
-heedlessly fuck very random boys in a myriad public places
-scream louder than any human should be capable in a place known for its quietude
-become a lesbian, adopt a child, and prove that I could still live happily ever after
-take up the cause of anarchy and perhaps a firearm and while there, maybe make a new hobby of Russian Roulette
Do anything it takes to dissipate the tight coil of blind rage and utter incredulity his mere presence causes. The things he says make sense in their own way, but the way he goes about saying them is so blood-boilingly infuriating you can't help but want to run in just the opposite direction, even if that means off a cliff.
*makes hot chocolate with lots of marshmallows and a Valium*
-get piercings in places I can't flash to security when they set off metal detectors
-shave off all my hair, get tattoos in all possible visible places, and still land a six-figure job
-take up parachuted free diving off of buildings for fun
-drive my car too fast around icy mountain curves
-heedlessly fuck very random boys in a myriad public places
-scream louder than any human should be capable in a place known for its quietude
-become a lesbian, adopt a child, and prove that I could still live happily ever after
-take up the cause of anarchy and perhaps a firearm and while there, maybe make a new hobby of Russian Roulette
Do anything it takes to dissipate the tight coil of blind rage and utter incredulity his mere presence causes. The things he says make sense in their own way, but the way he goes about saying them is so blood-boilingly infuriating you can't help but want to run in just the opposite direction, even if that means off a cliff.
*makes hot chocolate with lots of marshmallows and a Valium*
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Date: November 30th, 2003 09:09 pm (UTC)::hugs you from a distance and from two days ago, but very, very hard::
One day I will steal and burn your father's copy of How To Make Your Daughter Want To Heedlessly Fuck Random Boys In Myriad Public Places In Just Ten Easy Steps!. Until that day, hugs in person as soon as you get back into town.
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Date: November 30th, 2003 10:12 pm (UTC)And yes, this hour distance thing will not do at all, even outside crazy father figure-induced issues. Hey, at least the ones I live with seem happy, and even on their bad days they're infinitely more level-headed. I guess it comes down to them loving me for me, whereas my father makes a point of my flaws but decides he loves me anyway. And you know, he's a crackpot pseudo-philosopher who thinks he knows the first thing about parenting because he fathered two children.
Oh! Give me a call when you get out of your morning classes. I've got a survey with your name on it.