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Well, I just got let out of class early on Valentine's Day only to discover that my fucking bus doesn't come for another 45 minutes. I just missed the prior bus by 5 minutes. Bad luck, bad luck. Valentines...did I get one? Not really. Not that I care. My boss gave Sharon and I a bouquet of flowers each, but since I was going to class tonight I gave them to her to take home. Poor things would just keel over and die without water. With her they'll have a couple more days life to them. Josh wrote me a note to tell me that, even though I hate V-day (which I kinda do, from a commercial/avoiding all types of stores standpoint), he thinks what we do together is amazing and fantastic. This is the best no strings relationship I've ever had. And it only gets better, too. This weekend it snowed. We met up in the city on Saturday (following a very informative Family Law class) to see Jolie Holland (I think that's her last name) play at a benefit for the Icarus Project, which ironically has to do with supporting artists who are, in fact, crazy. Then we had pizza and drinks and did things two people should not do while driving around in blizzard-like conditions. Yet we made it back to his place (sans dog, sans roommate) and I ended up staying until early Monday morning. Oh snowstorms are terrible...
But other than that, nope, no real Valentines for me. Last year Gus got me some absurd stuffed thing whereby two bears were attached with by a heart in front and a giant mushroom in back. Damned thing looked too phallic for words. And 5 pieces of cheap candy. I forgot what I gave him, but I know it was better than that!!! Ok, alright I now admit he did give me something. But what always bothered me about Gus was that he never put much thought into anything and it showed. God help the next girl he dates. Hmm...I wonder if he's dated anyone, or at least had sex with them. It's strange. Before me he had all these women, then after we got married he didn't really want sex. Neither of us did. But I have to go after him in the divorce, which is funny. And he won't contest. To be honest, sometimes I'm confused. Who was the first to truly not want sex...and why? I know I got depressed and he had his knee problem. But I also remember the shoving matches in bed.
On the divorce papers, where it mentions fault, you have to state the approximate date AND location of the alleged 'abandonment'. Right now I'm saying March __, 2005. But the location is tricky because we were in the process of moving that entire month! The true location is Lincoln Ave., not Nob Hill Dr. (our first home). That's also where all the real destruction (between Gus and I, not between random property and I) ensued, if you want to get all symbollic about it. Ho hum...divorce. Next topic....
Taxes. Next...
Idiot at Circuit City assured me that the ethernet card I, the certified techoclueless, needed for my apt. was THE ONE to get. I get home and Olivia tells me it had to be wireless. Well that saves me around $25 (which I can most definately put towards a guilt-free sex toy...what to get, what to get?) but Jesus, that's both annoying and inconvenient. Also I couldn't pick up my $80 Family Law book b/c the bookstore was closed.
I just need to stop and take a damn breather I guess. Things will improve. They aren't that bad. At home my dad has to have surgery on his right shoulder that will leave him homebound for 2 months, and that's not including physical therapy. After that, he really has no choice but to retire at 63. Alright, considering that, and my mother's obvious distaste for anything involving my father, my problems are as big as a piece of random glitter stuck on your face...and you have no idea how it got there, either.
Enough of this rambling. I'm tired....
And I forgot to wear black today, however the fact that the thought even crossed my mind must count for something.
But other than that, nope, no real Valentines for me. Last year Gus got me some absurd stuffed thing whereby two bears were attached with by a heart in front and a giant mushroom in back. Damned thing looked too phallic for words. And 5 pieces of cheap candy. I forgot what I gave him, but I know it was better than that!!! Ok, alright I now admit he did give me something. But what always bothered me about Gus was that he never put much thought into anything and it showed. God help the next girl he dates. Hmm...I wonder if he's dated anyone, or at least had sex with them. It's strange. Before me he had all these women, then after we got married he didn't really want sex. Neither of us did. But I have to go after him in the divorce, which is funny. And he won't contest. To be honest, sometimes I'm confused. Who was the first to truly not want sex...and why? I know I got depressed and he had his knee problem. But I also remember the shoving matches in bed.
On the divorce papers, where it mentions fault, you have to state the approximate date AND location of the alleged 'abandonment'. Right now I'm saying March __, 2005. But the location is tricky because we were in the process of moving that entire month! The true location is Lincoln Ave., not Nob Hill Dr. (our first home). That's also where all the real destruction (between Gus and I, not between random property and I) ensued, if you want to get all symbollic about it. Ho hum...divorce. Next topic....
Taxes. Next...
Idiot at Circuit City assured me that the ethernet card I, the certified techoclueless, needed for my apt. was THE ONE to get. I get home and Olivia tells me it had to be wireless. Well that saves me around $25 (which I can most definately put towards a guilt-free sex toy...what to get, what to get?) but Jesus, that's both annoying and inconvenient. Also I couldn't pick up my $80 Family Law book b/c the bookstore was closed.
I just need to stop and take a damn breather I guess. Things will improve. They aren't that bad. At home my dad has to have surgery on his right shoulder that will leave him homebound for 2 months, and that's not including physical therapy. After that, he really has no choice but to retire at 63. Alright, considering that, and my mother's obvious distaste for anything involving my father, my problems are as big as a piece of random glitter stuck on your face...and you have no idea how it got there, either.
Enough of this rambling. I'm tired....
And I forgot to wear black today, however the fact that the thought even crossed my mind must count for something.