Monday, August 14, 2006
wtf?
~tuesday~
i just found out through email that my sister has been married since june. wtf? he wanted a service with just them and her two boys. fine. is she supposed to keep it a secret too? it’s ridiculous. not to tell your own sister. of course, she hasn’t been very kind to me of late.
she’s been totally weird these last few months. since before the ‘wedding.’ she doesn’t even tell her sister that she’s getting married. that’s just odd. she’d be incredibly hurt if i did that to her. it’s just odd. i’m not hurt, just kind of pissed off.
i’m happy to report that i have not peed my pants in several days. she took away one of the nighttime meds. and (cross my fingers) that seems to have done the trick. i’m pee-free.
~wednesday~
i got my food stamps card in the mail. can’t use it yet because they haven’t sent me the PIN yet.the barbarian said they always send them out separately.
the squid said that she kind of liked her nickname. she asked if it was “squid” or “the squid.” i told her it was “the squid” she seemed to be satisfied with that.
i get to see sean tomorrow afternoon. ya hew! gosh it will be good to see her. it’s been weeks and weeks. the squid asked if i minded if they talked to each other on a regular basis. i said, no, i didn’t mind. the squid said that she had a nice conversation with sean, said she liked her. that she thought sean cared a lot about me. i guess she might be right if sean is not getting paid to see me, but is making time for me anyway. that’s how cool sean is. it may have taken her a while, but she came through. yay!
the barbarian wants me to ditch the cable modem and get a land line and some cheap internet access. not going to happen. i’ve been spoiled with the modem for too many years to go back to dial up. dirty word “dial-up.” and i don’t want another damned phone. one is more than enough. i hate talking on the phone. i hate talking period. i prefer to type. it’s a lot easier. and listening has always been easier for me than talking.
even when i was a kid other people would come to me when they had a problem, just to talk it out. even adults. and i’d wonder why this adult was talking to me about a certain thing. why weren’t they talking to another adult?
i just put in some poppers. yeah, poppers!
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