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Feb. 10th, 2002
Somday, I'd like to go through my old journals and see how many of them, exactly, have the subject heading, "Morning", in whatever form. I notice that I use that subject a lot.
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marxdarx is here; he spends most weekends with us. votania is at work. Adam's asleep. Nephew is watching the Disney channel. Better than Pokemon; far less irritating than Cartoon Network; far more geared to his age group than Cartoon Network.
I'm on Auntie Potty Duty. We still have to remind Nephew to go potty when he's at home and busy with something. At school, it's no problem, he'll stop whatever he's doing and go, but at home he just forgets.
Marx brought his TV and DVD player and PS2 over. He's planning on moving into the general neighborhood any time he gets accepted for a job here, so might as well do some of the moving now, get himself less settled at his mom's house.
Ahhh, Comedy Central. Whose Line Is It, Anyway? is just plain cool.
Adam's still asleep.
marxdarx is here; he spends most weekends with us. votania is at work. Adam's asleep. Nephew is watching the Disney channel. Better than Pokemon; far less irritating than Cartoon Network; far more geared to his age group than Cartoon Network. I'm on Auntie Potty Duty. We still have to remind Nephew to go potty when he's at home and busy with something. At school, it's no problem, he'll stop whatever he's doing and go, but at home he just forgets.
Marx brought his TV and DVD player and PS2 over. He's planning on moving into the general neighborhood any time he gets accepted for a job here, so might as well do some of the moving now, get himself less settled at his mom's house.
Ahhh, Comedy Central. Whose Line Is It, Anyway? is just plain cool.
Adam's still asleep.
What Pattern Are You?
What Pattern Are You?
What Pattern Are You?
... I am all of these.
Furthermore...I am Samwise Gamgee!
Sam is the faithful servant of Frodo Baggins. He cares an awful lot about his master and would probably give his life for him. Though Sam meets many marvelous people as he journeys with Frodo, he still wishes he was back home in the Shire.
Take the "Which Hobbit are you?" quiz created by Cora Black!
Damn, I miss him...
Feb. 10th, 2002 05:27 pmShawn, the guy I'm exceptionally ambivalent about ... well, I wrote him yesterday. My high school best friend, he was, and did some severe psychic damage upon me... and helped me through some really rough times that weren't of his making.
He wrote back. It's nice to get to know an old friend again. He was my first lover. I still miss him. Besides being my first lover, he had a hell of a sense of humor, and excellent dramatic timing. I had the words; I could give him the lines ... and he could deliver them. I still miss that.
We'll see if we wind up being friends again, after all's been said and done.
He wrote back. It's nice to get to know an old friend again. He was my first lover. I still miss him. Besides being my first lover, he had a hell of a sense of humor, and excellent dramatic timing. I had the words; I could give him the lines ... and he could deliver them. I still miss that.
We'll see if we wind up being friends again, after all's been said and done.
silence on the dialer
Feb. 10th, 2002 07:39 pmBeen slow days at work lately. That subject line shows up in my paper journals a lot. Work is starting to appreciate my expertise far more. I am cheerful, polite, and know what the hell I'm doing. My interviewer monitor reports (that's what "this call may be monitored for quality control purposes" means -- it means that they record me doing the surveys so they can grill me about what I did wrong, later) have been showing up almost solid + ... the rating scale goes like so:
* = exemplary
+ = above expectations
(checkmark) = meets expectations
- = below standard
! = review by training committee and/or possible termination.
So far, I've only gotten one *. That was for keeping my patience with a guy who was trying his damnedest to piss me off and get me to hang up on him. No !'s. I'm good like that. Either that, or I've never gotten monitored when I was being a bitch... that could do it as well.
Looks like LJ's not doing very well. I toldvotania and Marx that LJ goes down about as often as a cheap whore, for introductory purposes, because I know if I'm not straight up with them right off, things don't go too well. They laughed, because I said it lovingly.
Poor LJ.
* = exemplary
+ = above expectations
(checkmark) = meets expectations
- = below standard
! = review by training committee and/or possible termination.
So far, I've only gotten one *. That was for keeping my patience with a guy who was trying his damnedest to piss me off and get me to hang up on him. No !'s. I'm good like that. Either that, or I've never gotten monitored when I was being a bitch... that could do it as well.
Looks like LJ's not doing very well. I told
votania and Marx that LJ goes down about as often as a cheap whore, for introductory purposes, because I know if I'm not straight up with them right off, things don't go too well. They laughed, because I said it lovingly. Poor LJ.
The shy person we know you're not.
Feb. 10th, 2002 11:47 pm(reference to http://www.livejournal.com/users/azurelunatic/day/2001/09/21 , friends-only entry)
Odd, that.
I'm shy about certain things, but not about others. I'm barely shy at all about sex. It just doesn't occur to me that most people might not want to tell that they had excellent sex this morning (well, afternoon) and caused their boytoy to reach orgasm four times. I'm not particularly shy about who I love. Everyone, including Darkside, knows that if he cared to date me, that I would love him with an intensity that he's never been on the receiving end of before.
I am shy about certain of my beliefs and feelings. Ask me about a particular odd experience I've had, and I'll evade, make excuses, change the subject to something related but not the first thing that flashed to mind. With the things I will talk about, I'll talk about them gleefully, loudly, cheerfully (or angrily, if that's what's appropriate) ... but on the things I don't speak of often, my body language changes, withdraws, becomes smaller, more hushed. At such times, a word out of place will shut me down, and I'll cease to speak of the things that matter.
Yes, Darkside, I'm shy. Most people wouldn't run across my being shy. Since you are authorized to take a look at some of my most personal feelings, you show up, there. You will run into the shyness, alone with me, asking about things that are deeply personal to me, things I don't talk about to anyone else... it's a measure of how close you are to me that you run into the shyness. I'm shy with Votania, too. I'm shy with Adam, hesitant to find the proper words. I'm shy with the Oak Prince. Someone unknown to me, meeting me, runs up against either my wall of babble or my cool outer self.
You, Darkside, get to see as close to the real me as there is to see with someone who hasn't been with me my entire life.
I am the shy person you didn't dream I could be.
Odd, that.
I'm shy about certain things, but not about others. I'm barely shy at all about sex. It just doesn't occur to me that most people might not want to tell that they had excellent sex this morning (well, afternoon) and caused their boytoy to reach orgasm four times. I'm not particularly shy about who I love. Everyone, including Darkside, knows that if he cared to date me, that I would love him with an intensity that he's never been on the receiving end of before.
I am shy about certain of my beliefs and feelings. Ask me about a particular odd experience I've had, and I'll evade, make excuses, change the subject to something related but not the first thing that flashed to mind. With the things I will talk about, I'll talk about them gleefully, loudly, cheerfully (or angrily, if that's what's appropriate) ... but on the things I don't speak of often, my body language changes, withdraws, becomes smaller, more hushed. At such times, a word out of place will shut me down, and I'll cease to speak of the things that matter.
Yes, Darkside, I'm shy. Most people wouldn't run across my being shy. Since you are authorized to take a look at some of my most personal feelings, you show up, there. You will run into the shyness, alone with me, asking about things that are deeply personal to me, things I don't talk about to anyone else... it's a measure of how close you are to me that you run into the shyness. I'm shy with Votania, too. I'm shy with Adam, hesitant to find the proper words. I'm shy with the Oak Prince. Someone unknown to me, meeting me, runs up against either my wall of babble or my cool outer self.
You, Darkside, get to see as close to the real me as there is to see with someone who hasn't been with me my entire life.
I am the shy person you didn't dream I could be.
...So Darkside didn't care to tell me his IM program ID for a specific IM program that he had, on the theory that if given that, I would pop up and irritate him while he was surfing online.
M'dear, if you care to keep yourself un-found... make yourself a little more unfindable.
If one's female knows one's e-mail address, and this was the address you used to set up the account, and you had it listed... m'dear, you are exceptionally findable.
I suppose I'd guessed that he would have made himself a little more anonymous if he were evading me.
Or perhaps I just have the mad l33t research skillz...
M'dear, if you care to keep yourself un-found... make yourself a little more unfindable.
If one's female knows one's e-mail address, and this was the address you used to set up the account, and you had it listed... m'dear, you are exceptionally findable.
I suppose I'd guessed that he would have made himself a little more anonymous if he were evading me.
Or perhaps I just have the mad l33t research skillz...