Damn teenagers.

Mood: good
Music: air - playground love

So Phonebill Amy materialized out of nowhere today. (Materialized out of nowhere = caught the Go Bus from Toronto to visit my dorky brother.)

Phonebill Amy first entered the picture about two years ago. Jake and her would spend hours on the phone with eachother, not so much talking as listening to eachother breath. Which was kinda weird. And also, kinda expensive. One particular breathing session ran up $55.00 according to our monthly Bell Canada statement, and needless to say, The Mother was none to happy. Another incident like that and a few bitter tears later, all phonecalls were strictly prohibited. Phonebill Amy, it seemed, was flying below the radar.

Untill now. Untill now when I am sitting across from her at the dinner table watching her eat a sausage which I have lovingly preparied for dinner. Untill now when I am listening to her talk about how 50 Cent was in a movie shot on her street. Untill now, that I am finally assured that she is not merely a fragment of my brother's imagination -- who'da thunk it??

Anyways. If my Pretend Internet Boyfriend ever comes to vist I am enforcing a rehersal dinner, because this whole thing was just. A bit. Weird.

Also. I would much like to engage in a bit of sloth-like relaxation on my couch - but NoOoOo! They're in there! GAH! This house is too small for him to have a girlfriend!!

Over.