moniker42

Did you know that when I write it's always with a British accent? I don't know why that is, and when I read something I've written I don't speak with an accent, I don't have an accent (not a British one anyway) that would just be silly.

But here I am writing to you, and there it is, like Shakespeare slipping his silvery tongue in my ear. Absolutely relentless.

It's not like I've ever known anyone with a British accent. I mean, not personally. I always read C.S. Lewis and Tolkien as a kid, maybe that has something to do with it.

I would suggest that it has something to do with the Beatles but I just never REALLY got into the Beatles as a kid, that obsession was much more recent.

So it's not even a real British accent, but a fake one, a special dialect that exists only in my own mind.

I've been at my parents house for a few days, babysitting my two younger brothers who are twins. They're 2.

It's cool, they are bad ass little dudes. I'm suddenly thrust into situations where I have to give a damn. One takes something away from the other and I have to take it away from both of them and the one will attack the other. I don't know how to deal with it. I mean, I just discipline them, I guess, but if they weren't my brothers I might just let them kill each other, it's only fair, who's side do I take?

I made them pancakes and just put them down for a nap. It's exhausting.

We listen to Carl Perkins and Jimi Hendrix and Fats Domino and we all dance.

We had been dancing to sesame street, but fuck that, they can rock out to Carl Perkins, or they can't rock out at all, these kids need to learn if they are ever going to be hip at all.
It's so strange. I don't know what they are going to be like, they're just these little people. My own childhood was much different than theirs, now my dad and mom are pretty well off, both, but then I remember my parents struggling to feed us.

I imagine going to a strip club with my brothers when they are 18 or buying them alcohol, stuff like that.
I was never disciplined, really, they were never strict with me at all, I never had a curfew, I never got in trouble for smoking pot or drinking too much, a few times maybe, but other peoples parents always HATED my parents because they didn't give a shit about me flunking out of school. It's that that they didn't want me to succeed, but lets face it, you just can't stop some kids.

So I don't have to rebel like the other people. I don't have any piercings or tattoos and I don't wear black all the time and I think religion is just peachy.

When I went to Bangkok my mom packed condoms in my pack.

My step mom is much more strict than my mom ever was. This isn't a bad thing.

I keep eating all their Ritz bits peanut butter sandwiches. I'm such an ass.

I've never babysat before and it's really strange. Little kids are so fragile.

I taught Brady to say 'Ice Cold' when I say 'What's cooler
than cool?'

I don't really know what else to say. I didn't really do much this weekend. At 2 am the other night I went out because I was in my hometown, not Madison where i live now.
So we're in Janesville and like every other time I was ever there we couldn't find anything to do so eventually we thought 'lets just buy a bag and get it over with' so at 2 till 3 we were looking around for a bag and we did eventually find one just from people I hadn't spoken with in maybe 6 months to a year, just a little bag of schwag and we smoked the whole thing.

I haven't had to pick the beaners out of a bag in a long time, let alone while driving around in this big ass caprice classic that cost Andy 100 bucks when he got it and has lasted 3 years or something like that.

Other than that the last few days have been just reading Dostoevsky and babysitting and listening to Carl Perkins with the kids while my dad and step mom are out of time. It's very relaxing, my dad lives in the house I grew up in on this lake out here. It's very beautiful in the morning. And it's all very quiet all the time like a giant zen koan.

I'll be back in Madison tonight after dad and Sarah get here, and I think I'll miss it. After living in the frat, this place is like a luxury, stocked with food, everything nice and clean, not broken down and disgusting like the frat.

So uh.... have you seen these new nickels, the buffalo nickels.
First of all, they're bison. Not buffalo. But anyway, I don't know why you would commemorate this atrocity that was the slaying of all the American bison.

What the fuck?