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2003-01-04 - 11:03 p.m. i ran so far away - flock of seagulls matt's moms is not happy with the state of things. she wishes that her "only son" had told her sooner about his preferences. she's not sure how she feels about the whole thing. she loves him, and wants him to know that. she needs time to adjust. the creepiest part is that for the whole beginning of the visit we all acted like nothing was going on. i don't know how people do that. i just followed their lead. my role is/was not of any real importance. i mean, i was there for my boy, but i didn't fuck with the mother/son thing. i'm not gonna get into what matt said to her, or what all happened exactly. it's not my story to tell. coulda been better. coulda been worse. she did take my hand into hers when we left, and told me to "take care". that was nice, right? seriously, right? we left her place and ended up calling patches, and jose to see if they wanted to have dinner. we ate in malibu at some seafood place. did i ever mention that i'm alergic to seafood? i ate a salad, and some excellent garlic bread. matt talked about the day and then we just had an awesome time. we joked, and laughed. the whole time i kept wondering if matt was really okay, you know? we got home awhile ago, took a bath together, and finally really talked. so, he's sitting across from me, our legs brushing up against each others, and he tells me some pretty nice stuff, i tell him some pretty nice stuff, and all i will say is that i told him, no matter what, that everything is gonna be alright. i honestly believe that. oh, after awhile matt goes out to get the mail which we forgot, and he comes in grinning from ear to ear. "what?", i ask. "you're gonna be so happy.", he says. then, he shows me the latest issue of rolling stone. have you seen it? DAAAAAMN!! it's justin timberlake,
speaking of sleep. goodnight. |
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