2005-04-19 - 2:23 a.m.
I spent the weekend with my parents. We had the standard-issue Gehlsen extravaganza wherein the drinking far outweighs the eating and we all leave the bar in a state of sprawling and spitting and collapsing in on our roommates. My mom bought me a book by Maria Shriver. My dad bought me chocolates.
My parents met Jaret on Sunday. Y'know, he's the first normal person I think I've ever been with, and my mother can't wrap her brain around something that doesn't come gift-wrapped in shit-house-rat craziness. Go figure.
I saw some Mohan. Always with the few and far between. I'm finally moving to Chicago and he's leaving before I even settle in. I'm just feeling sorry for myself--you know how happy I am for you, baby.
When I was small, I apparently pronounced the word "chocolate" as though I had a mouth full of it--"shacolate." I am certain it was painfully adorable.
