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Feb. 5th, 2002
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Feb. 5th, 2002 04:00 pmFood. Water. Shelter. Air. Sex.
Feb. 5th, 2002 06:47 pmI have my job and I have school. We need to replace the filter cartridge on the water filter on the kitchen sink. Job takes care of food and shelter; shelter takes care of the water filter, and damn, we need to get air filters from the office too. Votania is the other half of groceries and rent. Adam helps out with the food and shelter issues, and of course ... well, he's my boy-toy. That takes care of sex.
I'm damn well set-up.
I'm damn well set-up.
OK, that's damn funny.
Feb. 5th, 2002 07:24 pm...and yet it's not. I don't know what I'm supposed to do.
So someone I know drinks what's been variously described as "a bottle of Jack in an hour" and "a couple of drinks every night", and smokes 2 packs a day. As a change from someone who was quitting smoking to the point of smoking absolutely nothing for two months, and drinking maybe one beer or wine cooler or similar drink every other day or so, I'd say that would be a dramatic change. Not dramatic as in way the hell overreacting over something teeny, that would be dramatic as in something is dramatically wrong with someone I consider a friend and I don't know what I can do to help out. Besides stressing about it in a very public place, of course.
As for love?
Love is funny. It's always been funny. People in love, people dealing with love, come in a limited variety of flavors. Tragic, of course, right there with Romeo and Juliet. Sweet, sickening, and disgusting -- those are the romances too perfect to be real. Then there's comedic, like General Romeo Vorkosigan, the One-Man Strike Force.
When somebody like that's up in your face, of course you want to smack them one. It's part of life. And of course, when somebody else hears about their damn annoying exploits, it's the funniest thing in the world. Watching someone else make a fool of themselves at a safe range, where there's very little chance of catching a pie in the face... that's damn funny. Perhaps it might have been more diplomatic to phrase it, "I feel for you, but it's still damn funny..."
I feel for you, sweetie. But you've got to admit, if she was a character in a movie, or an anime, she'd be drawn with bright purple hair, hearts in her eyes and floating in the air around her, and she'd have some sort of cupid bow with her, and she'd always be hitting the wrong people with the heart-shaped arrows... and, in that context, as something happening very far away to someone else... it would be damn funny.
Oh, to be eighteen again.
So someone I know drinks what's been variously described as "a bottle of Jack in an hour" and "a couple of drinks every night", and smokes 2 packs a day. As a change from someone who was quitting smoking to the point of smoking absolutely nothing for two months, and drinking maybe one beer or wine cooler or similar drink every other day or so, I'd say that would be a dramatic change. Not dramatic as in way the hell overreacting over something teeny, that would be dramatic as in something is dramatically wrong with someone I consider a friend and I don't know what I can do to help out. Besides stressing about it in a very public place, of course.
As for love?
Love is funny. It's always been funny. People in love, people dealing with love, come in a limited variety of flavors. Tragic, of course, right there with Romeo and Juliet. Sweet, sickening, and disgusting -- those are the romances too perfect to be real. Then there's comedic, like General Romeo Vorkosigan, the One-Man Strike Force.
When somebody like that's up in your face, of course you want to smack them one. It's part of life. And of course, when somebody else hears about their damn annoying exploits, it's the funniest thing in the world. Watching someone else make a fool of themselves at a safe range, where there's very little chance of catching a pie in the face... that's damn funny. Perhaps it might have been more diplomatic to phrase it, "I feel for you, but it's still damn funny..."
I feel for you, sweetie. But you've got to admit, if she was a character in a movie, or an anime, she'd be drawn with bright purple hair, hearts in her eyes and floating in the air around her, and she'd have some sort of cupid bow with her, and she'd always be hitting the wrong people with the heart-shaped arrows... and, in that context, as something happening very far away to someone else... it would be damn funny.
Oh, to be eighteen again.
Oh my. What a week.
Mostly I've been trying to sleep, and regain my natural defenses, which were sadly eroded thanks to the stress of the past month or so. Still struggling to be able to wake up at my usual time of the morning. I miss my breakfasts with Darkside.
What, indeed, do I say to someone who's sworn to hate a friend of mine? Why do I even wish to enlighten the one who dislikes my friend? Because I love my brother and don't wish him to be maligned in the eyes of others? Because I've seen to his heart and know that his intentions are ever honorable, and of all brothers in the world, I'd pick him first? Loyal, steadfast, kind, honorable, delightful, humorous, antidepressive... and it's my bare word, the word of my soul's breath, against a premade mind. Hardly fair.
But that's life.
You just go on.
Where did I put that box of matches??
Mostly I've been trying to sleep, and regain my natural defenses, which were sadly eroded thanks to the stress of the past month or so. Still struggling to be able to wake up at my usual time of the morning. I miss my breakfasts with Darkside.
What, indeed, do I say to someone who's sworn to hate a friend of mine? Why do I even wish to enlighten the one who dislikes my friend? Because I love my brother and don't wish him to be maligned in the eyes of others? Because I've seen to his heart and know that his intentions are ever honorable, and of all brothers in the world, I'd pick him first? Loyal, steadfast, kind, honorable, delightful, humorous, antidepressive... and it's my bare word, the word of my soul's breath, against a premade mind. Hardly fair.
But that's life.
You just go on.
Where did I put that box of matches??
I'm being verrry quiet.
Feb. 5th, 2002 09:55 pmIt is definitely Bitchy Witchy Week here, the bitchy part at least. I am bitching at a semirandom horny teenage guy who thinks he can IM me. Amusing. I find it so, at least, and that's what counts this week. Set my Yahoo IM mood to "Bitchy Witch. Talk at your own risk." When the guy sent a message back, I wrote, "Your own risk. *SMACKDOWN*" at him, and a few other comments. He attempted huggles, response: "Don't touch me. Goodbye." I don't deal well at all with idiots this week.
Fortunately, Votania knows how to deal with me in this mood. My politely phrased requests are taken as absolute orders, because the next step is screaming. This meant that even though the Viking was watching the goddamn-noisy-box, it got turned off. I can only deal with Ed, Edd, and Eddie when I'm in a good mood. PowerPuff Girls are fine. Dexter and his laboratory are cool. But not those ...argh. I don't like them. Argh.
Too many little annoying things here. Turns out the Viking likes Piers Anthony. *sigh* Another reason he'll never be a full brother of mine. I can't debate literature tonight.
Fortunately, Votania knows how to deal with me in this mood. My politely phrased requests are taken as absolute orders, because the next step is screaming. This meant that even though the Viking was watching the goddamn-noisy-box, it got turned off. I can only deal with Ed, Edd, and Eddie when I'm in a good mood. PowerPuff Girls are fine. Dexter and his laboratory are cool. But not those ...argh. I don't like them. Argh.
Too many little annoying things here. Turns out the Viking likes Piers Anthony. *sigh* Another reason he'll never be a full brother of mine. I can't debate literature tonight.
that they were remaking Lord of the Rings with an all-chicken cast. They cast a silver-spangled Hamburg to play Galadriel, which provided the necessary grace and beauty for the role.
Upon waking, I realized that the hen cast as Galadriel would be far too high-strung to play the role to full effect. You'd need serenity as well as the physical loveliness to properly portray the elven lady.
Upon waking, I realized that the hen cast as Galadriel would be far too high-strung to play the role to full effect. You'd need serenity as well as the physical loveliness to properly portray the elven lady.