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I live in a neighborhood mostly populated by senior citizens. Seriously. I'm 40 years younger than most of them. This matters only because despite what they would have you believe ("they" being the media, society, modern culture, whatever), senior citizens fuck. This might gross you out, but get over yourself, people are sexual and they don't stop being sexual once their pubic hair starts going gray.
Anyway, my next door neighbor, Millie, rarely comes over to visit, and usually I just hear her playing the organ. That's not a metaphor, fyi, I mean an actual electronic organ. Mostly she plays a lot of Perry Como. She came over this morning, though, with a case of Bud Light lime and asked me if I wanted it. When I looked perplexed (or possibly just very tired since it was seven o'clock in the morning on a Saturday), she explained that she and Wayne were over and she wanted everything of his out of the house, including his beer.
I expressed sympathies on their break-up (or possibly just said, "Oh, shit, I'm sorry," since it was seven am), and took the beer.
Millie and Wayne are somewhat of a scandal in my neighborhood since he, as it was whispered to me by another neighbor at the mailbox nearly a year ago, "Parks his truck outside her house at night." That's the senior citizen polite gossip way of saying that they fuck. It takes a while to realize what gossips mean since they very rarely just come out and say things, which is probably why I've never been good at gossip. You're supposed to say, "I know, he's parked his truck outside her house three nights this week!" You're not supposed to say, "So what if they're fucking? They're adults."
The point of this story is not really that senior citizens fuck but more that I have been drinking Bud Light Lime since noon and am very, very drunk. Thank fuck for that little red wiggly line that lets you know when you've misspelled a word because, dude, dooood, so many wiggly red lines.
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On an unrelated topic, Dallon Weekes has been with Panic at the Disco since the summer of 2009, which is four years. Jon Walker was with Panic at the Disco from 2006 until 2009, which is three years. I'm just saying.
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I want more stories about women who are assholes. Not assholes on purpose, but assholes in the way that I'm an asshole, which is that I'm difficult and demanding and never content and kind of a pain in the ass to be around sometimes. I mean, I actively try *not* to be an asshole, but I have this thing where I can't keep my mouth shut when something shitty happens even when it would be the smart thing to do.
I was thinking of this because I've been rereading The Hunger Games and Katniss Everdeen is a total asshole and I love her for it. People are like, "How can't she not know how she feels?" and I'm like, "Dude, emotions are hard, okay? Sometimes it takes me an hour to figure out it's anger, not heartburn."
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I'm getting back into Due South. It's really nice to work with closed canon, you know? And fictional characters. Also, I love it so much. I love Fraser and I love both the Rays and I love Frannie and yes.
I don't swing both Rays, though. I love both Rays, but I'm a Fraser/Kowalski girl all the way. Is that allowed, now? It didn't used to be. You used to have to either ship Fraser with both of the Rays or hate the Ray that you didn't ship him with. That was frustrating since I didn't.
I have a thing in my noodle about how lonely and isolated Fraser is and how instead of letting that make him cold it makes him ache for connection, makes him struggle every day to help other people and be kind and ensure the world's a better place, but I can't articulate it because of beer.
I'm going to go eat a hot pocket, now.
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Anyway, my next door neighbor, Millie, rarely comes over to visit, and usually I just hear her playing the organ. That's not a metaphor, fyi, I mean an actual electronic organ. Mostly she plays a lot of Perry Como. She came over this morning, though, with a case of Bud Light lime and asked me if I wanted it. When I looked perplexed (or possibly just very tired since it was seven o'clock in the morning on a Saturday), she explained that she and Wayne were over and she wanted everything of his out of the house, including his beer.
I expressed sympathies on their break-up (or possibly just said, "Oh, shit, I'm sorry," since it was seven am), and took the beer.
Millie and Wayne are somewhat of a scandal in my neighborhood since he, as it was whispered to me by another neighbor at the mailbox nearly a year ago, "Parks his truck outside her house at night." That's the senior citizen polite gossip way of saying that they fuck. It takes a while to realize what gossips mean since they very rarely just come out and say things, which is probably why I've never been good at gossip. You're supposed to say, "I know, he's parked his truck outside her house three nights this week!" You're not supposed to say, "So what if they're fucking? They're adults."
The point of this story is not really that senior citizens fuck but more that I have been drinking Bud Light Lime since noon and am very, very drunk. Thank fuck for that little red wiggly line that lets you know when you've misspelled a word because, dude, dooood, so many wiggly red lines.
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On an unrelated topic, Dallon Weekes has been with Panic at the Disco since the summer of 2009, which is four years. Jon Walker was with Panic at the Disco from 2006 until 2009, which is three years. I'm just saying.
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I want more stories about women who are assholes. Not assholes on purpose, but assholes in the way that I'm an asshole, which is that I'm difficult and demanding and never content and kind of a pain in the ass to be around sometimes. I mean, I actively try *not* to be an asshole, but I have this thing where I can't keep my mouth shut when something shitty happens even when it would be the smart thing to do.
I was thinking of this because I've been rereading The Hunger Games and Katniss Everdeen is a total asshole and I love her for it. People are like, "How can't she not know how she feels?" and I'm like, "Dude, emotions are hard, okay? Sometimes it takes me an hour to figure out it's anger, not heartburn."
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I'm getting back into Due South. It's really nice to work with closed canon, you know? And fictional characters. Also, I love it so much. I love Fraser and I love both the Rays and I love Frannie and yes.
I don't swing both Rays, though. I love both Rays, but I'm a Fraser/Kowalski girl all the way. Is that allowed, now? It didn't used to be. You used to have to either ship Fraser with both of the Rays or hate the Ray that you didn't ship him with. That was frustrating since I didn't.
I have a thing in my noodle about how lonely and isolated Fraser is and how instead of letting that make him cold it makes him ache for connection, makes him struggle every day to help other people and be kind and ensure the world's a better place, but I can't articulate it because of beer.
I'm going to go eat a hot pocket, now.
This entry was originally posted at http://janesays.dreamwidth.org/25376.html. Comment wherever you'd like.