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Allriiiiiight everybody!
I'm drunk & alone in my goddamned log cabin. yes, I have been spending most weekends in Blacksburg, but now the two most important people in the world to me are both grad students. Thus, there was no time this weekend for Marilyn. I thought well that's OK, the weather's shitty and I just want to hole up and masturbate clean the cabin, anyways. Man I better type this before I pass out, I'm starting to see double letters. (Well, I also feel like my contact lens prescription doesn't adequately address my astigmatism.)
Soooooo what I've also been doing, is watching Scrubs. Which is stupid, right? If you're grieving for your boyfriend's grief, why would you watch a show where every other episode someone's dying of cancer? I could also be grieving for the two family friends who died of cancer this week, i guess.
rosalia chow: a petite import from the philippines, rosalia was known for her professional-quality pastries around my dad's office. She was married to Frank, his coworker. I spent New Year's with them this year, having a great time, a great dinner (which she cooked, she did more than pastries) and learning about how they met and Frank's beekeeping hobby. She wore a denim hat, and even though I had already watched Derek's mom be sick for a full year I didn't get the message. (In my defense, many Asians in addition to myself do not have eyebrows.) Ahhh, that made it sound like I was Asian. I am not, or at least have not been in this lifetime. (What happens if someone who believes in reincarnation gets reborn as somebody in a culture who doesn't?) It was explained to me later that Rosalia's stage in treatment was this: "They have one last drug option to try. She's too weak for surgery, so if it doesn't work, they've just been told...they're out of options."
...Well, guess it didn't work. Fuck this!
natalie yasbek: a beautiful woman with curly black hair and eyes that were perpetually outlined in kohl. She and her husband Trevor (also my Dad's friend & coworker) emigrated here from South Africa by way of a sailboat barely bigger than my dad's, which is 18 ft. Also on board were their daughter and two sons. When they left Nat was 7 months pregnant. She gave birth along the way, and then just for larks they stopped in the Brazilian rainforest. Yes, they were on their way to America, but they saw the Amazon and said "Well, as long as we're in the area..." When they got here Nat started filling their yard in MD with her scavenged sculptures. She usually used scrap metal, but occasionally some fiberglass or other random material found its way in there. When we went camping together with all our families, the weather was horrendous. Most of us spent the time in what they called thair "Vannigan"*, a VW caravan with a pop-up top and an honest-to-God stove behind the driver's seat. It's actually surprising that more cars don't have cooking facilities in them. Nat, however, spent the time windsurfing. She was fucking badass, people! And I never even knew she was sick. Trevor and my dad went to Maine this summer to do their sailboating thing, and posted pics on Flickr afterwards. Suddenly it's very clear why in the pics both my uncle Carol and my dad had their wives there, and Trevor did not.
So due to all of the above and the confluence with my premenstrual cycle, I've been crying a plenty.
Still, the cabin's great. I went for an awesome run on the farm today with Pickles. It wasn't til the second pass that I realized my landlord's son was sitting in a treestand with a (presumably) loaded rifle. that kid is stealthy! Good for him. On the way home Pickles disappeared for like 5 minutes. given that it's hunting season I was worried that he'd flushed a deer and took off after it, even though he's always come back from the Chase when I've called him before. It's just one of the things that makes him amazing. Well the fact that I can always call him off from the Chase doesn't mean I can always call him back from the Investigation. He just wandered off. After 5 minutes of whistling, yelling, and scaring off all the deer for my landlord's son, he showed up. I saw him in the woods, coming towards me with something..."fluttering" in his mouth.
It was a goddamned ribcage, people. Living in the cabin is awesome! You get so much more wildlife. But it means you also get so much more field-dressed wildlife during hunting season when there's a recession on. You also get more insect life. Last night when I turned on the porch light, I saw one of those horrifying hairy huge wood spiders spinning a web outside the door. I knew that if the web was right there, sooner or later it'd scoot indoors to fall on me in the bathroom like that other spider last week. So to stop this one from invading, I threw the outdoor broom at it like a fuckin' spear! I took it out web & all, and was extremely pleased with myself. ...Would have been nice if I realized Cy was also in the path of the broomspear, but, oops. Anyhow, Kat was talking about spiders today, and guess who I found in my sink?? Thanks a lot, Kat. Way to call their attention to me. I drowned it in a popcorn bowl. It tried to come back to life once, but I drowned it again. That's what I'm talking about, Kat. You have to make sure they're dead.
I feel better now and I'm slightly less drunk. Goodnight suh!
*I did play one game of soccer on the beach, but this petered out when I realized that the way they said "yes" when they made a good play in soccer sounded the same as American men mid-climax. Did I mention that the older two are incredibly hot? No, re-reading the above, I did not. Well, they are. One inherited his mother's curly black hair. I think my arousal may have been obvious, because soon after we stopped the game, and I can't remember looking either one in the eye again. To my credit I didn't check out the 7-yr-old. (the one born on the way here.) I think he's 16 now. Sucks for him.
I'm drunk & alone in my goddamned log cabin. yes, I have been spending most weekends in Blacksburg, but now the two most important people in the world to me are both grad students. Thus, there was no time this weekend for Marilyn. I thought well that's OK, the weather's shitty and I just want to hole up and masturbate clean the cabin, anyways. Man I better type this before I pass out, I'm starting to see double letters. (Well, I also feel like my contact lens prescription doesn't adequately address my astigmatism.)
Soooooo what I've also been doing, is watching Scrubs. Which is stupid, right? If you're grieving for your boyfriend's grief, why would you watch a show where every other episode someone's dying of cancer? I could also be grieving for the two family friends who died of cancer this week, i guess.
rosalia chow: a petite import from the philippines, rosalia was known for her professional-quality pastries around my dad's office. She was married to Frank, his coworker. I spent New Year's with them this year, having a great time, a great dinner (which she cooked, she did more than pastries) and learning about how they met and Frank's beekeeping hobby. She wore a denim hat, and even though I had already watched Derek's mom be sick for a full year I didn't get the message. (In my defense, many Asians in addition to myself do not have eyebrows.) Ahhh, that made it sound like I was Asian. I am not, or at least have not been in this lifetime. (What happens if someone who believes in reincarnation gets reborn as somebody in a culture who doesn't?) It was explained to me later that Rosalia's stage in treatment was this: "They have one last drug option to try. She's too weak for surgery, so if it doesn't work, they've just been told...they're out of options."
...Well, guess it didn't work. Fuck this!
natalie yasbek: a beautiful woman with curly black hair and eyes that were perpetually outlined in kohl. She and her husband Trevor (also my Dad's friend & coworker) emigrated here from South Africa by way of a sailboat barely bigger than my dad's, which is 18 ft. Also on board were their daughter and two sons. When they left Nat was 7 months pregnant. She gave birth along the way, and then just for larks they stopped in the Brazilian rainforest. Yes, they were on their way to America, but they saw the Amazon and said "Well, as long as we're in the area..." When they got here Nat started filling their yard in MD with her scavenged sculptures. She usually used scrap metal, but occasionally some fiberglass or other random material found its way in there. When we went camping together with all our families, the weather was horrendous. Most of us spent the time in what they called thair "Vannigan"*, a VW caravan with a pop-up top and an honest-to-God stove behind the driver's seat. It's actually surprising that more cars don't have cooking facilities in them. Nat, however, spent the time windsurfing. She was fucking badass, people! And I never even knew she was sick. Trevor and my dad went to Maine this summer to do their sailboating thing, and posted pics on Flickr afterwards. Suddenly it's very clear why in the pics both my uncle Carol and my dad had their wives there, and Trevor did not.
So due to all of the above and the confluence with my premenstrual cycle, I've been crying a plenty.
Still, the cabin's great. I went for an awesome run on the farm today with Pickles. It wasn't til the second pass that I realized my landlord's son was sitting in a treestand with a (presumably) loaded rifle. that kid is stealthy! Good for him. On the way home Pickles disappeared for like 5 minutes. given that it's hunting season I was worried that he'd flushed a deer and took off after it, even though he's always come back from the Chase when I've called him before. It's just one of the things that makes him amazing. Well the fact that I can always call him off from the Chase doesn't mean I can always call him back from the Investigation. He just wandered off. After 5 minutes of whistling, yelling, and scaring off all the deer for my landlord's son, he showed up. I saw him in the woods, coming towards me with something..."fluttering" in his mouth.
It was a goddamned ribcage, people. Living in the cabin is awesome! You get so much more wildlife. But it means you also get so much more field-dressed wildlife during hunting season when there's a recession on. You also get more insect life. Last night when I turned on the porch light, I saw one of those horrifying hairy huge wood spiders spinning a web outside the door. I knew that if the web was right there, sooner or later it'd scoot indoors to fall on me in the bathroom like that other spider last week. So to stop this one from invading, I threw the outdoor broom at it like a fuckin' spear! I took it out web & all, and was extremely pleased with myself. ...Would have been nice if I realized Cy was also in the path of the broomspear, but, oops. Anyhow, Kat was talking about spiders today, and guess who I found in my sink?? Thanks a lot, Kat. Way to call their attention to me. I drowned it in a popcorn bowl. It tried to come back to life once, but I drowned it again. That's what I'm talking about, Kat. You have to make sure they're dead.
I feel better now and I'm slightly less drunk. Goodnight suh!
*I did play one game of soccer on the beach, but this petered out when I realized that the way they said "yes" when they made a good play in soccer sounded the same as American men mid-climax. Did I mention that the older two are incredibly hot? No, re-reading the above, I did not. Well, they are. One inherited his mother's curly black hair. I think my arousal may have been obvious, because soon after we stopped the game, and I can't remember looking either one in the eye again. To my credit I didn't check out the 7-yr-old. (the one born on the way here.) I think he's 16 now. Sucks for him.