December 29th, 2003


The rainbow-colored elephant in the room

The time has come for colds and overcoats. Quiet on the ride; we're all just waiting to get home..... I need the smell of summer. I need its noises in my ears.... Tell 'em that I realize that everyone that lives will die and die alone.

Flying back is always hard. Nevermind the full flights, yelling kids (I was spared most of that actually). But the boarding is always a little rough. Although we've done this ritual so many times, the parental units still get all misty-eyed. I can't stand seeing my mom cry, and it pushes my vulcan-like countenance to its limits.

Every chance to leave is another chance I shoulda took. Every minute is a mile. I've never felt so hollow. I'm an old abandoned church with broken pews and empty aisles.

Of course as ucpsychguy pointedly asked, what happened with getting picked up outside a gay bar? Well nothing.

The elephant decides to let out a scream

Before leaving for the airport, my mom wanted me to make a copy of a CD for her, so we ran to Rite-Aid for blank CDs. This being a small, gay world, of course we run into the guy I met two years ago, who I was told I converted (I think he was already there). There was no time for nonverbal cues of panic. He was right in front of me to wish me a Merry Christmas followed by a kiss on my neck (which was probably meant for my cheek, and my attempt to avoid the situation as effective as my attempt to avoid my fender bender a couple months ago). My mom was right there of course. I hardly said a word to him, and he probably thinks I'm the world's biggest ass. We checked out, and went home to copy CDs.

As a kid, I thought it would be cool to have a pet elephant. But, my how he's growing.
  • Current Music
    Brand New - Beneath the Spin Light
scream, blah

Now Serving...

Now Serving!
So today, I started my day (first thing) at the DMV. The website bragged of this amazing new DMVQ system, of which they were very proud. It was to make my wait so much better. Now "What is DMVQ, you ask?" Well, it's pretty much the same system delis have been using since dinosaurs roamed the Earth. Except instead of taking the number yourself, a rather curt and grumpy man hands you your number. It was better to sit rather than stand in a never-ending line. Here you see my lovely view from the high school-like desk (doncha feel as if you were there with me?) Personally, I would have preferred they just simply staffed the other half of the windows that were closed, but whatev.

After spending slightly over two hours waiting for my number to be called, it took about 2 minutes to identify myself to the DMV lady, and get my temporary paper license. I got the usual "you should receive your permanent license within 60 days." Of course it was the same picture and same info; they didn't even verify my thumb print as they said they had to do. We could have done this over the phone, but the DMV in its amazing efficiency didn't permit such things.

Seriously, the next person who suggests we need socialized health care, I'm going smack you in the head with my shoe and take your wallet. A trip to the DMV will cure you of such crazy notions.
  • Current Music
    Simple Plan - My Christmas List