Olivia L. Montgomery

( Olivia Montgomery thinks this is bullshit )

( Empathy )

waitwaitwait-

So just because I was at the bake sale and my father hates me, it's suddenly my duty to go help clean Mrs. Caruthers' garage this weekend? Dad insists that the whole weed thing was my fault, too. Because you know, I'm a pot smoking drug addict hippie who lives in a tent up in Maine.

Due to familial commitments I will be at today's bake sale. Don't expect me to smile at you, make correct change, or tell you what's in whatever baked good you're thrusting at my face. We didn't make everything being sold, so how should I know what went into Mrs. Newsom's apple turnovers? (besides apples you dumbasses)

If all goes well I'll be asleep in a lawn chair out behind the church all afternoon.

So, I saved someone from drowning today?

I've got a bad feeling.

Olivia Montgomery is I shower naked.
10:58 PM August 23, 2010.

Motherfucking cocksucker. Motherfucking shit fucker! What am I doing? What am I doing? I don't know what I'm doing. I'm doing the best that I can. I know that's all I can ask of myself. But is that good enough? Is my work doing any good? Is anybody paying attention? Is it hopeless to try and change things? The African guy's a sign, right? Because if he isn't...then nothing in this world makes any sense to me. I'm fucked. Maybe I should quit. Don't quit. Maybe I should just fucking quit. Don't fucking quit.I don't know what the fuck I'm supposed to fucking do anymore. Fucker. Fuck! Shit!

I'm glad we saved a piece of this marsh. I know it's small, but at least it's something. Don't stop fighting. We're ging to save a lot more of this place. To celebrate, I have a poem I'd like to read:

"Nobody sits like this rock sits.
You rock, rock. The rock just sits and is.
You show us how to just sit here, and that's what we need."

Some fucktard at the theater broke the projector halfway through the movie last night. I got a free ticket out it, so whatever.

Watched Man On Wire with Charlie once I got home. I may hate everything this house stands for, but I must admit we have a pretty sweet home theater.

Home again. Not sure how long. My dirty laundry is right where I left it during Christmas.

Mom can't stop crying and it's giving me a headache.