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My angel is a centerfold? - Paint It Black
Living the American dream one heartbreaking piece at a time
My angel is a centerfold?
Well, okay, maybe she's not a centerfold... but she is lovely, and that's enough for me. She gave me something almost as nice as a centerfold this past weekend, too. I forgot to mention that on Sunday, but I was a little occupied by the problem that is my windshield (the crack is still growing, dammit). The gift is really very sweet. Thanks, hon. *smiles*

Tonight I am in a brooding type of mood. It is not necessarily a dark frame of mind, although it could easily slip that way if I don't keep a close eye on it. Oddly enough my moods are a lot like a watched pot -- they'll never boil, but only so long as I keep watching intently. If I get distracted even for a solitary moment it can boil over. That's not to say it will, just that it has the opportunity to in those cases and sometimes seizes it. Bleah.

On a quick note for those who might be interested, reconciliation was reached with my parents Wednesday to some degree. I'm glad for that, because I felt bad about what happened. However, I did maintain that I was in the right to be as annoyed as I was by the intrusions that took place, well-intended or not. Part of that may have sunk in, but I don't think quite all of it made its way into full understanding. This is a lesson I will have to repeat with them several more times before it's all said and done, but... that's life. So long as we're all on the same page now in terms of the check I need to receive I'll be happy and call this a draw if not an actual victory.

Saturday I run around a lot. I'll be going up to Milwaukee for a gun show, and hopefully I'll run into Jim Groat for a bit. If I don't at least stop by his table and say "hi" he'll never let me hear the end of it. I don't want that happening because the last time I missed the gun show, well, let me say that mistake is haunting me still While there I must try, and try very hard, not to buy anything. Mmm, shiny, shiny boomsticks... then I jog home. Sunday is a bit up in the air still, so I guess I'll play that by ear.

Update for those who know the situation with Ra, my ambulatory little black ball of shedding fur and harf. The bad news is he threw up twice last week, but these events were a few days apart. The good news of this situation is that I think the medication has finally really gotten a good grip in his system and is finally benefiting him. Over the last three or four days I've noticed a marked increase in Ra's level of activity. His brain seems to be catching fire an awful lot as of late, resulting in a lot of running around, jumping, staring off into space and yowling. He jumps into people's laps again and takes potshots at the bird's cage, and in general is just being a total attention whore. In other words, folks, he's acting exactly like the cat I adopted over a year and a half ago. Describing just how relieved this makes me feel is something I lack sufficient vocabulary to achieve.

Current Mood: slow boil
Current Music: Fleetwood Mac - You Make Loving Fun

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From: (Anonymous) Date: January 31st, 2002 10:37 pm (UTC) (Link)


It's odd to me how severe disagreements with parents generally go. About two years ago I had a big fight with my mom.

I am the lucky posessor of the last Animaniacs shower curtain left in captivity (it was a return that sat forlorn in a corner of a WBSS until I happened upon it by accident) and as such I've tried to take good care of it (I now have a cheap Target curtain on the inside of the tub, the Animaniacs one faces outward and therefore does not acquire soap scum).

At the time, however, I only had that curtain up and it was getting kind of nasty. So my mom tells me to throw it in the washer. I said I would not, fearing it would at worst remove the paint and at best wrinkle. I said I would much rather hand-clean it when I had the opportunity rather than risk it being damaged since I could not replace it.

This really should have been the end of the story, but I came home one day from a bad day at work with a headache and a desire to do nothing more than crawl directly into bed. I get home, and to my utter surprise my mom's car is in the driveway. I walk in, and she's like, "Hi! Since your girlfriend is coming to visit in a couple weeks and I didn't have anything to do, I thought I'd come up and help clean the house." On the one hand, I felt it was kind of an invasion of privacy for her to show up unannounced, but on the other hand I wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Then I looked in the bathroom. No shower curtain.
From: (Anonymous) Date: January 31st, 2002 10:39 pm (UTC) (Link)

Parentals, the thrilling conclusion

I asked her where my shower curtain was. It was in the washing machine.

I asked her if she remembered that I specifically said I did not want it run through the washer. She said yes she remembered but that I should calm down because it will be just fine.

I threw her out of the house.

I was absolutely livid that a very simple, clear instruction was so completely disregarded because she believed she knew better, and that she was so utterly dismissing of my concerns. I really think she intended to come up, wash the shower curtain, and have it hanging up again clean when I got home for me to find, with the expectation of hearing me say "Gee, thanks for saving me all that time, and you're right, my worries about the washer damaging it were completely unfounded!"

It took two weeks before we finally made up, but even now she cannot understand why I was so mad at her because she was just trying to help. And, I mean, I get that part. But what part of "Don't put my shower curtain in the washing machine" is unclear?

My Animaniacs shower curtain still has wrinkles in it today.
chebutykin From: chebutykin Date: February 1st, 2002 04:23 am (UTC) (Link)
Good to hear that the Ra-meister is back to his usual antics! I never thought I'd say this, but I think I look forward to hearing him f*cking around with stuff at 1:30 AM next time I visit Chicago.

It's also good that the peace talks with the 'rents went well... or at least had a halfway-descent outcome.
enveri From: enveri Date: February 1st, 2002 12:26 pm (UTC) (Link)
I'm so glad Ra is feeling better. A lot of prayers and concern have been said and felt on his (and your) behalf. =)

Enjoy the weekend.. You deserve a bit of fun! =)
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