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Fairytales for a Practical Princess - 2008-11-30
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12:20 p.m. - 2004-06-05
I cannot believe I posted such a bitchy thing about my friend! I’ve amended the entry some, but still feel lousy about it. I find my anger and frustration leaking out in unexepected ways. Like posting a mock of someone who’s loved me for 30 years. Like blindsiding Alex and getting all up in his face for not going to Radio Shack while we were at the mall yesterday. Yeah, I’ve made it clear that networking his computer into the Net connection was HIS responsibility, but I about tore the skin off his skull last night. Damn. Vented a bit more constructively this morning. I cleaned. Hard. The bathroom is germ-free. My kitchen is all sparkly again and the dining room is cleared of bumpf. No one in this family can resist the lure of flat open space and the dining room table and sideboards turn us into magpies. No sooner do I get things cleared than the mess starts piling up again. Bits of junk. Papers. Clothing. Dumb. We are dumb and messy. The neighbors have a cell phone. I don’t know WHY they have a cell phone, they never take it with them when they leave the house. The damn thing rings and rings ALL DAY. Then if someone leaves a message the little ‘you have a voice mail’ alert jingles non-stop. Ring, ring, jingle, jingle. It’s driving me mad. My office is the closest place in our house to the neighbors’ house and now that the windows are open I’m stuck with their noise. If we had any sort of normal neighbor relations I could slope over while they are shooting hoops (something they do constantly when they are home, this also is driving me bonkers THUD THUD THUD Bwong! Off the rim. THUD THUD…) and toss out a cheery, “Hey Neighbor! Would you mind putting your cell on mute during the day? I know YOU don’t hear it, (since you are a clueless dork who owns a cell phone and leaves it behind every day) but I do and the constant ringing and jingling makes it a bit difficult to write. Thanks ever so.” But we do not have any sort of established relationship. I’d really hate it if the first conversation we have is a complaint. Way to get things off on a good foot, right? Plus, as we’ve seen already I have zero control over my tongue and cannot be trusted to be pleasant and concise. It’s possible I could go gonzo and start a feud that makes the Hatfields and McCoys look like a love-fest. I think I’ll send Mike over. The one thing even I can’t complain about is the weather. We’ve had a wonderful string of days with cool temps and a decent mix of sun and rain. The garden is coming along nicely. Sleeping is easy. The utility bill will be lower than Alex’s tuition this month. Good deal. You must excuse me. I’m all at 6’s and 7’s today. I’m shocked and chargrinned that I was such a twat. Feeling lower than a snake’s belly, ~LA
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