sholing

Well... getting ready to take off for this place called "home". It's strange going back and facing the things that you run away from on a daily bases. Oh well, it's not like it's going to kill me to see my parents for like twelve hours. I'll be back here to my true abode before this time tomorrow. Who knows it might be nice to see them. I always build up this terrible idea of what home is before i even get there. I forget people change, although i am fully aware of my own personal change. I don't give people enough credit from time to time. There are some who aren't deserving of credit, however. Those are the ones that stick in your mind and make rotten the fruit around. AHHH...melodramatic me. Half my mind always in this pit of darkness and the other half always refusing to believe that i have my dark secrets. That's what "home" is like. Being punched in the face with reality....I do miss my folks from time to time, after the first initial blow of "so what the fuck are you doing" from my father it should be smooth sailing and a pleasant visit. I'm sure they'll shower me with food and hopefully some cash. Although i'm usually too proud to take it. Right now if it's offered i'd accept. I made no money this weekend. Well it's about that time. I have an hour and a half drive ahead of me. At least i burnt me a good jazz cd last night. I'll sing along as i make my way.