What a weekend...
Friday, I offered to take a neighbor to the airport. OK, I got it done. (Turns out I should cut off my fingernails before taking apart a wheelchair.) So I figured, OK, I'll go a town over and get my cable modem. I am, of course, paying for it and still don't have it. Of course I got lost, ended up in a neighborhood which was lovely and expensive.
Today - I call my brother back, and he tells me that the folks are stuck in Dulles (near me) and they might need a place to stay. Thanks for the preview!! Might have wanted to know that. Luckily, my Mom just called and said they're on the plane to San Diego.
In the interim, I'm doing laundry. I started my clothes with no one else there. I came back about 1 1/4 hours after starting the dryers, and find that one of my dryers has been emptied. I was a little nervous about approaching the skinny bitch who was in there, but I got over it. I asked, "Did you do this?" She said yes. That it was all dry. I said, "Except for these pants." No response. I told her if there was ever a problem in the future to knock on my door. She said, "That's how we do it here". Damn. Now I have to hang my clothes all night because apparently she knows more about dryers than I do. I hope she gets stuck in traffic tomorrow.
"The great question that has never been answered, and which I have not yet been able to answer, despite my thirty years of research into the feminine soul, is 'What does a woman want?'" - Freud "Memories and possibilities are ever more hideous than realities. " - H.P. Lovecraft "I love you only because it's you the one I love." - Pablo Neruda
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Saturday, June 16, 2007
Better Now
Feeling much more positive than the last post - apologies all around for my pity party. I got a huge laugh today - ah, the glory that is MySpace. I found out a friend has a page, and to be honest, I giggled for a while. Why? So I went to look at it. Nothing, really, but I was able to link from that page to other people's pages (people I knew long ago). Interesting to catch up.
The best part of MySpace is reading how people describe themselves. Even better if you know the person. Wow, my psych degree kicked into overtime reading the descriptions. I'd love to share more but I risk hurting people's feelings, and that's not the intent. It helps to know that if I could be face-to-face with the authors, I would tease them relentlessly.
Lately, since the move, I've been cheesily nostalgic, so looking through MySpace was kinda fun. There's a few people I wouldn't mind reading about. This may end up being a good thing, because otherwise in my super-sad moments I have a tendency to call people who would rather not hear from me.
Safety first!
The best part of MySpace is reading how people describe themselves. Even better if you know the person. Wow, my psych degree kicked into overtime reading the descriptions. I'd love to share more but I risk hurting people's feelings, and that's not the intent. It helps to know that if I could be face-to-face with the authors, I would tease them relentlessly.
Lately, since the move, I've been cheesily nostalgic, so looking through MySpace was kinda fun. There's a few people I wouldn't mind reading about. This may end up being a good thing, because otherwise in my super-sad moments I have a tendency to call people who would rather not hear from me.
Safety first!
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Thoughts
I'm learning so much law that it's overwhelming. Each day is like a semester in the class I wish I attended. But....well, but nothing. Like I have any idea what I'm doing.
Here's my real world these days:
Traffic - at least for the most part the drive is pretty.
Telephone - the evil government bastards have decided that I can't report the ceaseless telemarketers until 31 days after I register my phone number. (Which, btw, didn't work for better than a week after I had it. Wish I'd known, I'd have registered it then.) This means that 7/7/07 is an extra special day for me because I can finally report the jerkoffs who keep calling me.
School - it's relentless and I'm terrified.
Friends - have their own lives, and I'm jealous because I wish I had one right now.
I promise to try not to bitch too much in the future. Clearly, not a great day.
PS - Taco Bell food contains Xanax.
Here's my real world these days:
Traffic - at least for the most part the drive is pretty.
Telephone - the evil government bastards have decided that I can't report the ceaseless telemarketers until 31 days after I register my phone number. (Which, btw, didn't work for better than a week after I had it. Wish I'd known, I'd have registered it then.) This means that 7/7/07 is an extra special day for me because I can finally report the jerkoffs who keep calling me.
School - it's relentless and I'm terrified.
Friends - have their own lives, and I'm jealous because I wish I had one right now.
I promise to try not to bitch too much in the future. Clearly, not a great day.
PS - Taco Bell food contains Xanax.