I'm sorry. I think Bebo went crazy and emailed every bloody person to whom I've ever sent an email inviting them to be my friend on Bebo. Including my ex-boyfriend, a lot of my co-workers, etc etc. How handy is that? Yeah, not at all. Not to say that I might not enjoy being friends with you all, but, for the most part, I don't remember who the heck most of you are.

So...well, let me know who you are, and I might keep you. If not, feel free to delete your profile and me; I won't be offended in the least, since it was an error that brought you to my page...

I sent Bebo a nasty email regarding this as well. I did BEGIN the process of inviting people, but I clicked out of it before submitting. Somehow, that got translated to, "Oh, sure! Let me invite the whole fucking world to my Bebo page!!" WTF?

-Heather

Wow, just looked and it has been 260 days since my last Blog... Sounds like I should be in a confessional with that beginning, but I haven't been that bad.

Let's see...big news first, I guess. My step-father passed away just before Christmas 2005. It was inevitable and very sad, because he was my dad for a long time...20 years...and I miss him. Father's Day pretty well sucked, because of that. I still haven't seen my real dad--I mentioned him in my last blog. My sister doesn't go to that bar as frequently, so I think I missed my opportunity to see him.

I broke up with Mark Randolph. We dated for 5+ years. We moved in together about 3 years ago. A year into that, he lost his job at Cox (local cable company), our cable bill skyrocketed. He was out of work for nearly a full year, and after 6-7 months, the unemployment ran out. Between living together and his umemployment, there was too much resentment and unease to continue living together. It came as a shock to him. Originally, he was just going to move out, because the job he got didn't pay his/our bills.

It has been financially taxing since he left. Steven, Marc's boyfriend, has been out of work for a health issue. He just went back today. It's been tight, but we're making it--thank God for cheap pasta!! And without Mark R., the stress levels have been much easier to deal with.

My sister is unemployed as well, but doing better for it. She went back to school to be a medical assistant. She's taking classes at NE Tech, and doing pretty well. She has some fighting to do with the State, but they finally agreed to give her additional assistance for school and unemployment.

My mom...well, is still my mom. Nothing's changed there. Well, my sister told me she's seeing some married guy. Once a slut, always a slut, I guess. Everyone always tells me that you should appreciate your mom while she's around, but I seem to appreciate her more when she's not. It's hard to explain the passive/aggressive shit that she doles out, but those who know her know.

Last Saturday was RI Pride, so the fags overtook Providence!! Wooo hooo! There are a lot of people who joke around about Pride not being that big of a deal, but it is for me anyway. I get to see a lot of people who are living their lives like me, not EXACTLY like me but ya know, enjoying their lives, and taking over the city. I love to watch two gay men, the most discriminated and hated in "normal" life, holding hands, kissing their partners and feeling more free than they can be any other day of the year. I love to watch the scared looks on the straight couples' faces when faced with 10,000 screaming queens, bull dykes, leather daddies, and assorted crazies when all they came to the city for was crappy, old Waterfire! I love the look on the people's faces when they try to drive through downtown during Pride. We stop traffic once that parade starts. It shuts down streets from the State House to PPAC, and I love walking, skipping, prancing through the city and feeling like we OWN it!!

Although I wasn't doing much skipping this year. I stubbed my toe on our couch the night before. It immediately started to turn a purdy shade of bruise. By Saturday morning, it was swollen and purple. I'm kind of sure I broke it, since I audibly heard a snap, but it's my little baby toe. As everyone knows, there's not much you can do about a broken, baby toe, so I'm just sucking it up and waiting for it not to hurt so much. It seems to be getting better slowly, but I'm sure that all the walking didn't help it. So no dancing to 4am like we did last year! I just couldn't wait to get home, take off my shoes, and sit down!

Here are a couple of pictures:
Darren, Marc, me
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Keri, me, Steven, Dylan, Melanie
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Me, Steven, Dylan, Melanie, and Marc in front
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It's been a very quiet day today. We've been watching a marathon of Scariest Places on Earth on ABC Family. I know what you're thinking--ABC Family? Can't be that scary. But it is. They have brought families to some haunted places, mostly in Europe, and you get to watch them FREAK OUT on camera. They each have a camera and a light pointed in their faces, so you see every frightened expression on their faces. Pretty amazing stuff. They brought one family to the site where Vlad the Impaler's castle was built in Transylvania. He burned that castle down, because it drove him mad. Then some genius decided to build another stone castle on top of that already haunted ground. Good idea, right? Uh, no...WRONG! Very scary. BTW, every castle in Europe is haunted, so don't go to any.

Hmmm...what else is new? New Depeche Mode CD is amazing! John Cale's new CD sounds good too. I just recently got an email from his site letting me know it came out the 18th. Neither Marc nor I knew about it. WTF?

Step-father's in the hospital again. The tumor that shrank with the radiation has quickly grown back. It has collapsed his lung, is pushing on his heart and displacing his esophagus. My mom called me to tell me on Friday, but I didn't go to see him today. Feeling shitty about that...

And, in a bizarre twist of fate, my sister called me last night to see if I wanted to go see our father (not the step-dad, my real dad whom I have not seen for about 2 years+). My sister met up with our step-brother at some bar in Lincoln RI, and he took her cell phone number to give to our dad. Apparently, my dad also goes to that bar too. It was 9:30 by the time she called, and we were all into a movie by then.

I do miss him, and I want to talk to him, but I don't think a bar would be the best place to do that. I hate bars, anyway. My mother raised us in a bar, why would I want to sit in one all night?? Some other time, maybe.

So...plans for tomorrow--visiting sick people. My grandmother's been sick, so I want to see her too.

Luckily, I am on vacation this week until November 2nd! Plenty of time to visit people in th hospital :0/ Not exactly the reason I took a vacation. And my mother's trying to guilt me into driving her to Butler Hospital for her consultation, because she doesn't know where it is. Uhm, read a fucking map!! Looks like I'll be doing that Tuesday morning...YIPPEE!

Sigh,
-Heather