Friday, May 11, 2007
Oops...
I need to get a laptop that I can actually tote around with me on trips (unlike the falling-apart laptop I currently have immobilized on my desk at home), because I just got a rather uncomfortable e-mail from my mother.
I think I've mentioned before that my parents hate my website, and refuse to read it. They love Angie a lot, but they want nothing--and I mean NOTHING--to do with Razzy. In fact, I wouldn't write half the shit I do, particularly concerning my sex life, if I thought my parents were actually going to read it. Since they actively do not read it, and would delete anything from it if one of my relatives (such as Aunt Jesus) e-mailed them any links containing "razzy.org" in the domain to point out the level of depravity to which I've sunk, I can rest easy knowing that I'm not going to get any shit about it from my folks.
That said, my mom can't actively avoid Razzification that she accidentally stumbles upon while paying bills. Unfortunately this is how she came across an incriminating photo I left on their computer while I was at their house last week. I downloaded this photo from an e-mail HotLawyer sent me, and intended to drag it to the trash once I'd uploaded it for this blog entry. I seemingly forgot to delete it, and my mother was not pleased. She wrote:
Hi Razzy-FYI-next time you're home & working on the computer please clean up your stuff before you leave. On my desktop there was a pic of you exposing your breasts, obviously in a public place. As a mom, it's difficult to see you behaving that way. I respect your accomplishments, but not this. I don't think Dad saw it, it's deleted.
God, I wish my dad did see it first, because he would have deleted it without so much as a word and gone back to playing online mah-jong. Then I wouldn't be about to get a sheaf of e-mails from my mom nagging me about how if I don't knock off the ribald antics, I might as well sew a big red letter A to my shirt and brace myself for the moralizing scorn of the community at large. I just sent a deeply apologetic e-mail back, but I doubt it will so much to stem the tide of concerned mothering I anticipate I'm about to experience.
Fuck.
I think I've mentioned before that my parents hate my website, and refuse to read it. They love Angie a lot, but they want nothing--and I mean NOTHING--to do with Razzy. In fact, I wouldn't write half the shit I do, particularly concerning my sex life, if I thought my parents were actually going to read it. Since they actively do not read it, and would delete anything from it if one of my relatives (such as Aunt Jesus) e-mailed them any links containing "razzy.org" in the domain to point out the level of depravity to which I've sunk, I can rest easy knowing that I'm not going to get any shit about it from my folks.
That said, my mom can't actively avoid Razzification that she accidentally stumbles upon while paying bills. Unfortunately this is how she came across an incriminating photo I left on their computer while I was at their house last week. I downloaded this photo from an e-mail HotLawyer sent me, and intended to drag it to the trash once I'd uploaded it for this blog entry. I seemingly forgot to delete it, and my mother was not pleased. She wrote:
Hi Razzy-FYI-next time you're home & working on the computer please clean up your stuff before you leave. On my desktop there was a pic of you exposing your breasts, obviously in a public place. As a mom, it's difficult to see you behaving that way. I respect your accomplishments, but not this. I don't think Dad saw it, it's deleted.
God, I wish my dad did see it first, because he would have deleted it without so much as a word and gone back to playing online mah-jong. Then I wouldn't be about to get a sheaf of e-mails from my mom nagging me about how if I don't knock off the ribald antics, I might as well sew a big red letter A to my shirt and brace myself for the moralizing scorn of the community at large. I just sent a deeply apologetic e-mail back, but I doubt it will so much to stem the tide of concerned mothering I anticipate I'm about to experience.
Fuck.
Labels: contrition, family matters, nudity, Razzification
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