Wednesday, December 10, 2003

That's Right

Go ahead and say,"Um..." when you're thinking too hard. If you have something to say or ask, one must hurry. I am not hanging around waiting to be asked.

This most likely surrounds the outstanding balance for the cleaning service (which, calculated on the amount of witnessed effort, earns more hourly than I do --- PRE tax). Or, possibly, the lamp, box, and bigger box still in the upstairs hallway. OR, potentially, the empty boxes in teh front room. Those I'm willing to concede on, the rest, I'll make a token gesture on depending on my mood tomorrow. WHATever.

Thank goodness for friends who know when to smack me into a semi-reality. It's time to stand up for myself. Work, domestic and personal. And it is perfectly acceptable to be be selective in returning phone calls.

Returning to my earlier tirade, F. actually had the nerve to borrow clothes of mine. And the excuse was,"Oh, you weren't around to ask."

Ladies. Gents. I have one thing to say.

F*ck you.

...and you can try and bite me. Clothes borrowing brings back memories of Cecilia back from college. The psycho crack addict who I would wake up to staring at my boob. Plural, if both girls spilled out of my nightie while sleeping.


C is now a mom of 3 (or possibly 4) girls in the state of Ohio. Oh, and she's an elementary school teacher. Nice.

There is nothing normal about anyone. Myself included. Part of my hesistation (ok, and reluctance) in planning any activities for the weekend surround the choices I've made. It's borderline embarassing to say the potential invitee list can be summarized on one hand. I'm the most difficult person i know. And i don't even like myself 1/2 of the time. The fact that men (or even boys without chest hair) find my appalling, should not come as such a shock.

I'm pleased as punch planning my departure from Sunnyside. I have literally nothing to go on except a good gut feeling. But things have a way of working themselves out. And I don't think subsidies are on the horizon for the moochers.

La dee dah.

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