Hello from Boise, land of a thousand...well, not delights, because it's boring. I miss Corvallis.
Ok, so I love my brother, but sometimes I just want to kick his ass. Like we were on our way home from Foul Puppets tonight, and I was trying to make him be careful while he was driving, but he wouldn't listen. So I got all pissed off and told him to drop me off. Now he's out again because he had to take Jesse home. The problem is:
A. It's raining.
B. He really hasn't had that much driving experience.
C. One headlight on the van is out, so he MIGHT get pulled over.
D. He's not on the insurance.
Be sensible. Gah.
Well, sounds like he made it home ok (he just pulled in). Still, I wish he'd listen to me. He knows I have enough respect for him to tell him shit straight. I guess he also knows I worry about him a ton, since I AM his big sister. But fuck, dude, give me the benefit of the doubt sometimes, you jackass. The least you could do is reassure me a little and say, you know, "Thanks Katie, I'll make sure to be careful." I listen to your opinions all the fuckin' time because I love you and I respect you, and then you go and blow me off like I'm Mom or Dad instead of your sister for christ sakes. I thought we were friends. I thought we were equals. I thought that if I had a concern about something you'd listen. I guess I was wrong. I know I worry to much, but maybe sometimes it's justified, man. Or if it isn't, you could at least let me know that you're listening and taking what I say into consideration. Fuckin' a.
Foul puppets was good though. Apathy man was cute.