rien ne pèse tant
que un secret.

I like running errands. I had a billion and a half things to for my mother and my school today... so perhaps it was not a good idea to finally fall asleep at six in the morning... and wake up at ten. And I haven't eaten. I'm so hungry. I think there's fish at home.

About the layout... I felt like trying something new. the little scroll box was cute but its limitations finally rubbed my nerves raw. Not really, I just got tired of it. Consider this one a test run for some code I'm messing with. The colors don't match right, I know.

Umm... shit, what was I gonna say?

Oh right. Errands. My mom got an assistant that actually does her work! I forgot her name but she had the prettiest amber eyes I'd ever seen. It was hinted that it wasn't "right" for her "image" if "her youngest daughter" went running with some "very official files" to some very fancy schmancy buildings downtown wearing "almost hooker clothes... what do you call those things? Shorts? Sandals? And a thin strap tank?" while her  colleagues wore "professional business attire". In case you couldn't figure it out, I'm quoting my mother. It was sort of funny, actually, how professional she was trying to be with me. We don't communicate very well... actually, we don't communicate well at all. On serious stuff anyway. Joking with her is funny as hell.

However, today we decided it was easier if we drove together. She had some business to take care of in person and she'd be done by the time I was finished with my final. Mom owns a scary SUV (the same car I ... "borrowed"... several times during my high school career) and it offers enough space for two people to sit in without talking.

No, we had to talk.

And she HAD to give me sex advice. Like... graphic, right off an erotica romance, with almost hand motions sex advice. What the hell, woman. I almost died. No, I'm pretty sure I died. She said something about men from the coast "know how be artists in the sheets" (keep in mind I know my father was from the coast) and how "if the woman makes her man happy in bed, he's gonna be happy as a clam" with everything else.

My response? "Ah...haha... okedoke, mama." And mortified silence afterwards.

I almost puked. My guts almost came flying out in ribbons of nausea, revulsion and the chicken wrap I ate last night but at the same time I wanted to laugh... mostly because I was so confused.

She's so funny.

Errands! Fuck.

Netflix sent the first disk for Planet Earth. I'm excited.