Current location:	Micro Internet Cafe, NYC, NY
Current mood:	moody
Current music:	"Stealing Babies" - Our Lady Peace
Entry tags:	family

Invasion of the Granny-Hands
Made the mistake of going back to grab some clothes and try to hide my cello. I mean, my guess is the kind of people who do what these people do don't really care about punking my instrument, but that thing is a beast of beauty. I could ship it back to Mom, but that's like sending her a singing, flashing telegram that says, "THINGS ARE AFOOT! PLEASE COME TO NYC!"

Case in point: his mother showed up today. Whaaaaat. I swear to god, when she walked through that door, I just about pulled a gun on her. I thought Jimmy was kidding when he gave me this handgun and said I'd need it, but that's the second time in three days that I've felt like I mighta needed it.

Interjection: Sometimes, I think my iPod is mocking me. What the hell's up with this music? It's like a bad joke.

I shouldn't have trusted her. I didn't tell her what happened. I didn't tell her anything, just in case. I think I told her I was Rose, though, but hindsight is 20/20, right? Shoulda made something up. Hope that doesn't come back to bite me in the ass. Besides, she didn't get the last name, and that's what's key.

Maybe I didn't say anything. I can't remember. I booked it out of there so fast, I bet there was smoke coming off my heels. Like that's not suspicious at all. But dude, she brought stuff to cook.

This explains so much about Pseudo-Father.