Marilyn Monroe & Monty Python

Today, I checked up on Facebook and saw a quote on my sister Phoebe's status that really struck on something golden.

"I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best." ~Marilyn Monroe.

You know, I think this quote fits both me and my sissy perfectly, along with several other women I know. And you know what else? People that disagree, are completely bullshit. Elvis, Brandon, you're bullshit. Nathan, Steven, Aidan, you're bullshit. Caitlin, Luna, you're bullshit.

It's true. We're awesome. And if you don't think so, well, you suck goats. :)

And as for me, Phoebe, Mom, Josh, and the rest of us amazing people. . . We have our own quote, from the movie Monty Python's The Meaning Of Life:

"And pray there's intelligent life somewhere up in space, 'cause there's bugger
all down here on earth."

Love you guys.

Love, Pai

My Life Would Suck Without You

It's funny how easily moods can change. Sometimes the things you'd expect to be cheerful can make you cry. And sometimes the things you'd expect to rile you into a fight. . . can actually make you smile.

Yesterday, I was sure the moment I woke up that my entire day was going to suck. And it seemed I was right. I hadn't been "allowed" to go online at all for the weekend because of some horrible crime I'd committed, which I can no longer remember. Most likely leaving clothes on the floor, or worse, playing my hand-me-down Gameboy when I should've been helping in the kitchen. Can you imagine my audacity?!

Tired of being treated like a small child and needing some alone time, I went outside to sit under a tree in hopes some angel of a hungry beast would come along and put me out of my misery. Or at least scare the crap out of me.

Just one problem: I forgot my kind of luck. Not the kind that would allow me such a luxury. Oh, no. I have the kind of luck that turns a back doorstep into a broken (for the umpteenth time) tailbone.

Great. Just Goddamn great. Now, I'm pissed off and in excruciating pain. But, there's no stopping to cry for me. Time to take a Tylenol and go to the store.

Midway through the cereal aisle, I was about to break down into tears. Partly from anger, partly from the pain. Damn weak Tylenol never helps. Then I remembered - I had my grandmother's cell phone. I was alone in a store with that fucking tyrant's cell phone. Hah. Maybe my luck isn't so bad after all. Of course there's only one thing left to do. . .

Call my sister. Oh, my sissy. I called her. As she described to me why she was in a fight with her dad, obviously upset, I couldn't help but smile. Not because I was happy that she was upset - of course not. Just to hear her voice. It made me feel so. . . alive. Like it does every time. Like I'm loved, and like I love someone else more than anything in the world.

And, Phoebe, for that I love you, and thank you.

Love, Pai