Archive for 2007
Catch Me When I Fall
I am more than halfway through Catch Me When I Fall by Nicci French and thus far, this book is ranking right up there alongside Prozac Nation. It too has showed me some uncomfortable truths. The main character’s inner dialog sounds uncannily like my own and her behavior is eerily similar as well.
So, does this mean I am crazy? Aren’t we all, really?
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It’s Good For Something
The evile which is My Space has revealed a couple of things to me. Most of the people I went to high school with are married and have several children. (They’ve also remained in the same neighborhood in which we were raised.) I never wanted either. It’s actually kind of baffling to me. These facts only serve as another reminder of how different from them I really [still] am.
Also, nearly everyone that called me homophobic names in high school turned out to be gay. (Hello pot, this is kettle.) Although I try so hard to take the high road, that gave me a nasty little smirk, I confess. I knew it. I just knew.
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A Fat Rant.
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V-i-c-t-o-r-y!
Court Strikes Down Internet Porn Law.
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BAMF!
Last Friday, we had a particularly difficult applicant. He was mad about: the 3 – 5 day processing time (because he had to be out of his current residence before Monday because his girlfriend got a restraining order against him – *ahem* RED FLAG), the non-refundable application fee, the rent amount for the property, the security deposit amount, the fact that his poor credit/rental/employment history caused the owner to request first and last month’s rent up front… it went on and on and on. The owner decided to reject his app. That really got the guy going and I was, unfortunately, the one that had to take the brunt of his rantings. (He dropped by the office multiple times a day to shout at us about how ridiculous and unfair this situation was, he called literally hourly- hanging up on me each time.) Each time he left, everyone was exclaiming about what a raving hothead he was.
So, I suppose that it should come as no surprise to hear on the news that he was shot 5 times last night after an altercation at a bar. The cops are still sorting it all out, but the video clip says that if he lives, he may be arrested for discharging a firearm and/or carrying one without a permit.
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Quote/Unquote
“If you’re going to be sexy in a photo, you’d better be thinking about sex rather than about being sexy.” – Peta Wilson
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“I’m A Soldier”
Spin is streaming one of the new Afghan Whigs songs here; just press the play button. Yes, new… they hooked up and recorded a couple of tunes for the Rhino retrospective cd coming out in May. There’s some old favourites on it too :)
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Horn doggin’
I totally got off reading this thread (Not Work Safe AT ALL). Daaaaamn!
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Who/What Is That?
Who or what is that… watching over me, looking out for me? I’ve gotta wonder.
Mama is ok. Miraculously, when they opened her up, they found the scar tissues/blockage was not as long as they thought from her images. So, they cut it out and put the two ends back together. That’s a helluva lot less traumatic than grafting something out of another body part. (Ick.)
They’re going to keep her doped up and sleeping most of the day, so I’ll pop in to see her tomorrow. She’ll probably be on a morphine drip for a while and pretty loopy, but hey, she’s alive. Again. This was her fifth operation. She’s been critically ill and in and out of the hospital since July. (Stunning, considering we were initially told she wouldn’t make it 12 hours.)
As you can imagine these many months have taken a toll on me. There’s no sparkle left in my eye. No mischievous grin. Though I am amazed at the will to live, I am more cynical about life in general, as a whole. I hope that is temporary and that my outlook changes as Mom gets better – completely better, right?
Sincere thanks for all your thoughts, prayers, wishes. Means a lot.
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Big Day Tomorrow
Tomorrow is the big day- my mother’s super scary surgery… the one where they take all of her guts out, graft a ureter tube out of tissue from her intestine, then put everything back in.
The surgeon said they’ve never really done anything like this before and that no, there is no artificial material they could use instead. I’ve been lead to believe the main worry is the high risk for infection. Makes sense after any surgery, really. I’ll go out on a limb here and say it’s very likely that she will indeed have said complications since she has had them with every procedure thus far. I think they’ve had her on every antibiotic known to man by now. (Then there’s the multitude of pain pills… )
I know she’s freaked out, despite her joking that they’d better count all their sponges and instruments before they sew her up. Yuck, I’m not down with the mental picture I am getting on that. :( Dammit, I wish I could have talked her out of this, but I can understand her not wanting to live the rest of her life with tubes and bags hanging out of her. That doesn’t make me any less afraid though. If something terrible happens, you’ll hear about it. And then I will probably disappear for a while.
It sure would help to be an optimist these days.
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