Random Acts of Sass

Dudes.

Due to various issues – weirdos from real life, mostly – I’m blogging somewhere else.

If you want the address, please email me at sassyblog@gmail.com

I’m looking at YOU, Aly, Lara, and Jill, specifically. Others, you are also welcome, just shoot me an email.

My mom died when I was 14. (For anyone keeping score, that was back in March of 1999.) That means that, thus far, I have lived for 9 years without a mother.

If you were, on an average day, to ask me about this, I would quickly inform you that I am fine.

Fine with the loss. (She was sick for a long time.) 

Fine with her not being here. (I had time to prepare.) 

Fine with the fact that my Mama’s gone. (I’m such a liar.) 

So, if you were, on an average day, to ask me how I felt about my mom, I would somehow get you to think about something else, anything else.

However, today is not an average day, for some reason. So, even though no one’s asked, I’ll tell you how I feel. I am: 

• Angry at her for not leaving me letters or birthday cards or anything those dying moms in cheesey TV movies always do.
• Hurt because I can’t bring her back. 
• Sad that I can’t remember what her voice sounded like.
• Remembering how she smelled. (Some sort of natural essence oils.) 
• Lonely for my Mama. 

I love you. You are amazing. 

xoxo,

SassyBelle

Congratulations PC ‘08!

I move. Tomorrow. 9am. Bah.

I was
drunk
And I said
no
You were
sober
And you said
yes

I was drunk
when you
held me
down to the
ground

and stole it
from me

why did you?

i think that
i should forgive
you
and then i think
that i should
forgive
me.

i find both
you
and
me
to be

unforgivable.

unbelievable.

and most of all

i find both you

and me

to be

unredeemable.

6am. Awake. The room smells fresh, because I slept with my window open. It’s a nice, cool temperature. Sigh, roll over. Go back to sleep.

10am. Open one eye. Ponder. Go back to sleep.

11am. Wake up for good.

11:10. Toast three eggo waffles.

11:30. Decide to forgo shower. Sexy!

11:45. Go to polling place. Discover it’s wrong!

11:52. Dude, I am so lost.

12:10. Arrive at new polling place.

12:15. Vote for Obama!

2:00. Buy two dresses for $7.50 each at Target.*

2:30. Browse other various and sundry places of commerce.

3:30. Arrive home.

5:30. Eat dinner.

6:30. Drive to Target again, to return something.

6:40. Honk and scream happily at two Obama volunteers holding up signs at a random polling place I pass.

6:45. Grin and chant “OBAAAAMA, OBAAAMAA” to myself in my car.

6:55. Stop chanting.

7:30. Return to Raleigh.

8:30. Watch Sound of Music.

11:00. Write this post.

11:59. Start Presentation due Wednesday.

Excellent. Excellent day.

*I refuse to call Target “Tar-jay”. It’s Target, people. Period. Seriously.