Blog discontinued until further notice in lieu of Livejournal. Go there-- you can leave comments on each of my entries by clicking on the Post link beneath each. ( 9:12 PM )
Listening to: Essence by Lucinda Williams
Exceedingly boring and uneventful day. Paid bills electronically, yay! And filed taxes over Internet, yay! Will be getting ~$375 back, yay!
Must get job before go insane from boredom, and impoverished from (duh) lack of money. Am hoping U gets back to me about the resume I sent him for his boss to review and route to the appropriate person. ( 2:36 AM )
Listering to: Laid by James
Thought of something else. My Mom told me the other day that she "loves" Adam Sandler movies. And that Rob Schneider, he's such a card. The two of them are, apparently, sheer genius. She just adored The Animal, and thinks The Waterboy is an absolute work of art.
As if that's not enough: today, she asked me to help her find a print of a Van Gogh that will, in her words, "go with her bathroom".
That sound you hear is me grinding my freshly-brushed teeth to a fine powder.
I mean, I've put up with her affection for John Denver's oeuvre all my life. I've even overlooked her substitution of Potato Buds and Rice A Roni for real food. But this... this is something I can't handle. I was switched at birth, I know it. There's simply no other explanation. ( 2:19 AM )
Listening to: Be Mine by David Grey.
Tidied my room, did laundry, watched some Father Teds. Went w/ M to return the shite toasters at Sears, and her returns at Walmart. Dinner at Olive Garden (eggplant parm for me, chicken parm for her, mmmmmmm).
Somewhat boring pm at home after she left to go to fight practice, for which I could have joined her but frankly wasn't in the mood to listen to more pointless bs from that weird Mullet Guy that was there last time, and more recounting of adventure from Story Guy, aka Alex. Going to start calling him "Scheherezade" but I doubt he'd get the reference. Don't care.. To quote Father Finton Stack, "I've had my fun, and that's all that matters."
I've found him "looking" at me in worrying ways on more than one occasion (Alex, not Father Finton Stacks). His lack of teeth creeps me out more than the endless talespinning. Perhaps it's just aftershocks of revulsion from that terrifying dream I had where he cornered me at an event and laid a whopper of a kiss on me. The idea of his toothless gums approaching any part of my body fills me with stomach-wrenching horror. Literally. I am queasy right now.
Going to brush my own beautiful, white, straight, cavity-absent teeth RIGHT NOW. Oral hygeine v. v. important. Must have minty-fresh mouth RIGHT NOW. ( 11:39 PM )
Uneventful day, v. v. horny. Dammit. This celibacy thing stinks. And everyone keeps telling me to "get a toy". As if sex is only about getting off. No wonder they're all lukewarm about sex in the first place, and puzzled as to why I miss it so much. I would hate to be their lover; foreplay is obviously just something you do as prep work to hurry through on the way to the supposedly "big" finale, instead of something to be enjoyed in its own right. Blargh. ( 10:45 PM )
Yesterday went well I suppose, had pancakes for lunch but they were bizarrely dry, as if made from sawdust (Norwegian Occupation recipe, with extra rutabaga). Had to drench them in like a gallon of syrup, which they soaked up like a sponge, but they were still hard to swallow and I didn't finish them. Mom ordered a BLT but it arrived without T. In all, a mediocre lunch :(
Mom bought one o' them fancy tv-and-vcr-in-one thingies, and seems thrilled with it. She insisted on the 19 inch screen instead of the 13 inch, which was significantly cheaper. She never watches the TV in her bedroom, only uses it as a tranq to go to sleep, so I can't see where 6 extra inches will matter when her eyes are closed and she's unconscious, but never let it be said that I disputed an extra 6 inches...
There was a tv-and-dvd-combo for only $149, excellent price which I would have snapped up were I not destitute. And in spite of an impressive array of sacred towels, Gramma was not satisfied with Sears' offerings. She's just so picky-- apparently, if you're getting sacred towels, they must not only have lots of embroidery but a heavy addition of cheap polyester lace as well, or they simply won't do. Because after all, when you've turned a functional item into a useless decoration, it has to be loaded with as much tacky shite as possible. Anything less is unacceptable.
We each bought toaster ovens, but they're total shite! Only a single element on the top and bottom, so you get a stripe of toastedness on yer bread, and plain untoasted bread everywhere else! Also, no darkness setting, you have to turn the dial to how many minutes you want the toaster to be on. I'm going to return our toaster, but Mom was a bit too eager to tidy up and and had dismembered the boxy
before discovering the suckyness of her toaster. So she's stuck with it.
Gramma's been puking most of the day for unknown reasons, she tried blaming Wolfgang Puck's soup but I think it's because she takes so much damned Tylenol her stomach has finally rebelled-- she treats Tylenol as the Holy Grail of healing. No matter what's wrong, take Tylenol. Tired? It'll ease you into a sweet, dreamless sleep. Depressed? It'll make you lark about and giggle like a Japanese schoolgirl. Acid stomach? Tylenol will ease the sourness and make you burp the fresh scent of pine.
In other news, M's car (which was v. stuck on ice and caused her to miss most of Cairo yesterday) is now free, and Edmund is doing quite well today-- no lingering digestive troubles, and his chin has returned to normal cat-chin-size.
Spent the day w/ Mom and Gramma, shopping, instead of going to Cairo-- just couldn't "get it up" for a Middle Eastern event (so to speak). Edmund hasn't been well today, having made v. stinky poops in the box and barfing on the floor, and I got a huge chunk of nasty goop out of a sore on his widdle chin. Yuck, yuck, yuck. The stuff I go through as a mother. He seems better now, if a trifle clingy.
Spent the evening enjoying various websites dedicated to Father Ted, got some great wav.s that were v. funny, esp. John and Mary beating the crap out of each other and Dougal being a t'icko. ( 12:54 AM )
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