Whatever.
So tonight is the Mariah Carey concert. Needless to say, I don't want to go because A) um, it's Mariah Carey and B) I sure as hell don't feel like driving to Atlanta. But, G did accompany me to Atlanta to see U2....we spent 13 hours standing in the cold to make sure we got spots along the rail (which we did, and Bono knelt down and sang to me), but none of that makes me want to see Mariah more.
I feel sure we'll be listening to her all the way there and all the way back. Ugh. I know I'm being totally bitchy, but G is just a really annoying fan. We can only refer to Mariah as The Greatest Living Artist of Our Time and I've been lectured SO MANY EFFING TIMES about her greatness that I'm really starting to resent her personally.
Well, this is all neither here nor there. I have to go. I have to be pleasant. Because if I did go and act like a sullen brat that would not be cool. That's what journals are for, right? G is a good friend and deserves to have the best time he can. I'm totally onboard with that. Still, all I wanna do right now is crawl back into bed for another 2 or 3 years.
So this is weird: a friend from HIGH SCHOOL emailed me this morning. High school = 11 years ago. Eleven. I knew she was trying to get in touch with me but I ignored it. I refer to the high school years as my "past life" and have largely blocked them from my memory. Selective retention is a wonderful thing. So she emails me and gives me the big spill about how sorry she is that she treated me like shit, how much her perspective on life has changed, how she deeply regrets that she abandoned me in the last few years there while my parents were breaking up, etc. etc. etc.
*sigh* I have absolutely no impulse to respond. I guess that makes me terrible. Live in the now, I say. I can't see the value in responding, except perhaps to make her feel better, and at the moment that means little to me. Y'all are all probably wondering why you have me friended now, as I seem to be a cold cynic who's dead on the inside. Not true, I promise.
Well, maybe it's a *little* true. I'm just not interested in probing old wounds. They usually just start bleeding again.
So enough vitriol. How about a few things that I love:
I love LJ because it allows me to rant and bitch and moan in a largely consequence-free environment. And the boisecks. Lots of it.
I love my LJ friends because they are some of the most talented, funny, interesting people I know, even if that knowing is over the internet.
I love a good dose of fluffy ficcage at the end of a hard week.
I love chocolate chip cookies.
I love my red couch.
I love my family. Hugs to
akahoshi
See? I'm not *too* wretched. And so this post won't be a complete waste of your time....
Pssst....guess where he is...Greece!! *winks*
I feel sure we'll be listening to her all the way there and all the way back. Ugh. I know I'm being totally bitchy, but G is just a really annoying fan. We can only refer to Mariah as The Greatest Living Artist of Our Time and I've been lectured SO MANY EFFING TIMES about her greatness that I'm really starting to resent her personally.
Well, this is all neither here nor there. I have to go. I have to be pleasant. Because if I did go and act like a sullen brat that would not be cool. That's what journals are for, right? G is a good friend and deserves to have the best time he can. I'm totally onboard with that. Still, all I wanna do right now is crawl back into bed for another 2 or 3 years.
So this is weird: a friend from HIGH SCHOOL emailed me this morning. High school = 11 years ago. Eleven. I knew she was trying to get in touch with me but I ignored it. I refer to the high school years as my "past life" and have largely blocked them from my memory. Selective retention is a wonderful thing. So she emails me and gives me the big spill about how sorry she is that she treated me like shit, how much her perspective on life has changed, how she deeply regrets that she abandoned me in the last few years there while my parents were breaking up, etc. etc. etc.
*sigh* I have absolutely no impulse to respond. I guess that makes me terrible. Live in the now, I say. I can't see the value in responding, except perhaps to make her feel better, and at the moment that means little to me. Y'all are all probably wondering why you have me friended now, as I seem to be a cold cynic who's dead on the inside. Not true, I promise.
Well, maybe it's a *little* true. I'm just not interested in probing old wounds. They usually just start bleeding again.
So enough vitriol. How about a few things that I love:
I love LJ because it allows me to rant and bitch and moan in a largely consequence-free environment. And the boisecks. Lots of it.
I love my LJ friends because they are some of the most talented, funny, interesting people I know, even if that knowing is over the internet.
I love a good dose of fluffy ficcage at the end of a hard week.
I love chocolate chip cookies.
I love my red couch.
I love my family. Hugs to
akahoshi
See? I'm not *too* wretched. And so this post won't be a complete waste of your time....
Pssst....guess where he is...Greece!! *winks*