June 30, 2011

on the boat to camp

dear where the wind takes your fart diary,

so what. who gives a shit. i just cant wait til he leaves for church camp in cuba. he drives me nuts sometimes, but i never say anything usually, i just sit here and take it. so does becky. like i want to scream at the top of my lungs but the tiny kind mother inside of me makes me stop. i cant be mean to my baby. i love him. i still want to kill him, but i waited toooo long. cuban church camp is something every seventeen year old should attend. he will drink the water and come home a rejuvenated youth. he will see the feet of Jesus in the sky. the cuban mexican jeannie will be on the beach to grant three wishes and i do hope he chooses them wisely, but if not he can bring the bottle home and stuff another american jeannie in there. drilling home the idea that reform will happen at this cuban church camp, my seventeen year old baby is ready to go. i am ready to send him now. cross your fingers (under the stairs) that he can do it (all by himself.)