Ahhh, 'Tis a Beautiful Thing
Finally, FINALLY, I have been able to update the good ole LJ. Not that it's anything remarkable or something I fret about, but with these new popup blockers, cookie disablers, etc, that the not-as-good-as-he-claims Bob Wilkins installed, it's been virtually impossible for me to access my Update page. Praise god. It feels good to be home again.
Ermm...quuuitteee a few events/thoughts/emotions/tragedies to strike since the last update (WHEN the hell was THAT?). Ermm. There are presently two new people residing in my abode. Um yes. John, naturally, has been a part of my life for the past 2 years, and I love him as much as I could love my mom's boyfriend/fiance. Having him live here is no biggie, dude. But Daniel, his 18 year old son whom I know NOTHING, truly, about, is here as well, and has taken away my blessed computer room, my sanctuary, my second bedroom. He sits around the house all day, and occupies, in fact a SECOND room, the "adirondack room", or "tv room" as we Romans so provincially, yet lovingly, refer to it. God damn it, he watches the Tube/DVD AND occupies the computer simultaneously. Evil, evil man. He never talks, the only activity he seems to genuinely enjoy is smoking his cigarettes on the back porch. What is a girl to do? I feel I've lost my home. Where do I go? What do I do? I feel like a stranger in my own home. I suppose it's a process of adjustment, as my mom so naively insists, but I sincerely believe I will never feel "at home" in my own home again. I hope I can build somewhat of a home at Hamilton.
Been working QUITE a lot. I've learned to move past the blatant sense of superiority exuded by the Club members (my grandfather is an honorary member, HOW FITTING), and I've begun to enjoy these people. Thank god for Mary Byrne. Without her there, insisting that her golf skills are miles below par, I'd probably die. Well, not really.
Ermm...quuuitteee a few events/thoughts/emotions/tragedies to strike since the last update (WHEN the hell was THAT?). Ermm. There are presently two new people residing in my abode. Um yes. John, naturally, has been a part of my life for the past 2 years, and I love him as much as I could love my mom's boyfriend/fiance. Having him live here is no biggie, dude. But Daniel, his 18 year old son whom I know NOTHING, truly, about, is here as well, and has taken away my blessed computer room, my sanctuary, my second bedroom. He sits around the house all day, and occupies, in fact a SECOND room, the "adirondack room", or "tv room" as we Romans so provincially, yet lovingly, refer to it. God damn it, he watches the Tube/DVD AND occupies the computer simultaneously. Evil, evil man. He never talks, the only activity he seems to genuinely enjoy is smoking his cigarettes on the back porch. What is a girl to do? I feel I've lost my home. Where do I go? What do I do? I feel like a stranger in my own home. I suppose it's a process of adjustment, as my mom so naively insists, but I sincerely believe I will never feel "at home" in my own home again. I hope I can build somewhat of a home at Hamilton.
Been working QUITE a lot. I've learned to move past the blatant sense of superiority exuded by the Club members (my grandfather is an honorary member, HOW FITTING), and I've begun to enjoy these people. Thank god for Mary Byrne. Without her there, insisting that her golf skills are miles below par, I'd probably die. Well, not really.