It's been a bad day, please don't take a picture!
My vacation is rapidly drawing to a close. I haven't done anything, and while doing nothing is what I originally set out to do, I intended to do it in a more entertaining manner. In fact, the only non-gray areas I've had during the past week were black ones, when either my mother was having a martyr attack or my boyfriend was leaving for his own Pensacola-break during my vacation.
I didn't even get to experience the LBDSM chatroom overload I hoped for. Adam? Davie? Jess? Fox? Why can't you all just rearrange your schedules around mine and be online when I am so we can banter, eh? Some people, I swear! The nerve. ::Wink.::
I spent all of yesterday with Lily, teaching her "Heeeead, shoulders, knees and toes, knees and toes . . . " It was so much fun. She's actually got most of it down, though she wants to put her hands on my head and my toes. Either way, it's devastatingly adorable and we laughed a lot. We danced, we sang, we ate, we slept. We were happy. So I shouldn't complain about the black in my vacation, after all.
AJ was late getting up Saturday morning when I was supposed to collect her. I dragged my ass out of bed at the crack of dawn because he had to be at work at eight, and when I arrived, fifteen till eight, he was still asleep. Is there something wrong with this picture, or is it just me? The last thing that boy needs is to be late for another day of work. He has a hard enough time keeping employment as it stands.
It's funny, but the emotion I still feel for AJ is remarkably strong. Not in a romantic sense, by any means. I feel more like an older sibling. Does he have money? Does he have cigarettes? Is his relationship with his girlfriend unhealthy? What can I do? He made the comment, "I feel more like your brother," and I understand. I did love AJ, there's no denying that, and I still do--though the battleground (and I do mean battleground) scenery has changed. I managed to read through his Live Journal the other day and was really depressed to read some of the things he'd written there. Sounds to me like his life sucks as much as mine does. He and I should have been allies, but while we are currently getting along well enough, we spent the vast majority of our time fighting pointless battles and making moot, offensive points.
Drunken whore mother, coming to you live from Pensacola!
Sibling rivalry, anyone?
Without getting off on a tangent and tooting the political horn my peers have given me, I wonder why I'm off on this sudden US Government sucks bent? I expect these rabid, jaded comments from Adam, but from me? I've made it a point to live under a rock and only come out for the sunshine and champagne, but recently I've been reading newspapers like there's no tomorrow and browsing Google for the latest in government fallacies. I skirted around the World News because I was certain it was going to make me depressed. I have way too much empathy to read about starving Cambodians and wrongfully incarcerated Iraqis. I have way too much passion--residue from my Annice years--to listen to the idiotic commentary from the Bush Administration and not scream at the radio or television. But here I am, day after day, sharing informed political debates and getting not depressed, but angry at the way this world works. Much more of this, and I'll be trying to do something about it next!
Who ever thought I'd watch Wag the Dog and not laugh?
Captain Em of the LDH Fast Sinker, over and out. At least for now.
I didn't even get to experience the LBDSM chatroom overload I hoped for. Adam? Davie? Jess? Fox? Why can't you all just rearrange your schedules around mine and be online when I am so we can banter, eh? Some people, I swear! The nerve. ::Wink.::
I spent all of yesterday with Lily, teaching her "Heeeead, shoulders, knees and toes, knees and toes . . . " It was so much fun. She's actually got most of it down, though she wants to put her hands on my head and my toes. Either way, it's devastatingly adorable and we laughed a lot. We danced, we sang, we ate, we slept. We were happy. So I shouldn't complain about the black in my vacation, after all.
AJ was late getting up Saturday morning when I was supposed to collect her. I dragged my ass out of bed at the crack of dawn because he had to be at work at eight, and when I arrived, fifteen till eight, he was still asleep. Is there something wrong with this picture, or is it just me? The last thing that boy needs is to be late for another day of work. He has a hard enough time keeping employment as it stands.
It's funny, but the emotion I still feel for AJ is remarkably strong. Not in a romantic sense, by any means. I feel more like an older sibling. Does he have money? Does he have cigarettes? Is his relationship with his girlfriend unhealthy? What can I do? He made the comment, "I feel more like your brother," and I understand. I did love AJ, there's no denying that, and I still do--though the battleground (and I do mean battleground) scenery has changed. I managed to read through his Live Journal the other day and was really depressed to read some of the things he'd written there. Sounds to me like his life sucks as much as mine does. He and I should have been allies, but while we are currently getting along well enough, we spent the vast majority of our time fighting pointless battles and making moot, offensive points.
Drunken whore mother, coming to you live from Pensacola!
Sibling rivalry, anyone?
Without getting off on a tangent and tooting the political horn my peers have given me, I wonder why I'm off on this sudden US Government sucks bent? I expect these rabid, jaded comments from Adam, but from me? I've made it a point to live under a rock and only come out for the sunshine and champagne, but recently I've been reading newspapers like there's no tomorrow and browsing Google for the latest in government fallacies. I skirted around the World News because I was certain it was going to make me depressed. I have way too much empathy to read about starving Cambodians and wrongfully incarcerated Iraqis. I have way too much passion--residue from my Annice years--to listen to the idiotic commentary from the Bush Administration and not scream at the radio or television. But here I am, day after day, sharing informed political debates and getting not depressed, but angry at the way this world works. Much more of this, and I'll be trying to do something about it next!
Who ever thought I'd watch Wag the Dog and not laugh?
Captain Em of the LDH Fast Sinker, over and out. At least for now.