I am a coward but it went well.
I sat in with my friend's team tonight at The Playground. There were a lot of scenes about raping children in parking lots because that is the pinnacle of humor.
Oh, and my mother and 13 year-old sister were members of the audience.
The three of us have been co-existing in my studio and it's going surprisingly well. I like to imagine we live in frontier times because we only sit around and read, knit and play with Play-Doh. If this was the case, the book would be the Bible, the yarn would be hand spun and the Play-Doh would be clay from the creek. (Oh, the yarn is hand-dyed because I am motherfuckinghomemaker.) Also, my sister wouldn't scrunch her hair with L.A. Looks Spray & Hold Gel.
As much as I am enjoying their company, it will be nice to have some solitude. And I need to masterbate, which cannot be done when you are sharing a bed with your mother. And by cannot be done I really mean should not be done. I'm sure some skilled person could take care of business discreetly but I don't have that desire or that focus.
Oh, and Christmas was fantastic. I love my family and I love my pets.
And I especially love the $1 hot spot section at the local Target and driving while listening to Fresh Air.
