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You're just as lovely as you used to be. |
12.03.07 |
Hello, darlin'. It's nice to see you. It's been a long time.
Ten dollars to the first person who knows the song.
Anyways ... how've you been? Good, good. That's what I like to hear. Me? Same old, you know.
Life's fine. Beer, chicken calzones, and lovely cinnamon-scented pine cones from the WinCo fill my house tonight with jolliness and joy.
The Child is sloughing on his homework in deference to making eggnog smoothies that he insists I must try, despite my assertion that cold things give me brain freeze - a wholy unpleasant sensation.
I behaved all weekend and didn't indulge in Oreos. Not because I have any will power, mind you. I just didn't feel like showering for a trip to the store.
Lovely, yes? Strange, what motivates us.
I have news, by the way. Very Important News, even. I've decided that the U.S. must be very nearly the most hateful developed country in the whole wide world. Well, maybe it's just Bush that I hate, it's a toss up. Darlings, I'm just soooo, soooo tired for working my ass off with nothing to show but huge debt. I don't go out. I don't indulge in entertainment items. I feel guilty buying new underwear. Please tell me this isn't normal. Because if you tell me that guilt over new cotton briefs is normal, I will only fall into a deeper melancholia. I even feel guilty for wanting to date and meet someone new to share my time with, because in doing so, I will have to spend money on activities, and time away from my child, who I only see a couple hours a day as it is. It's not right. Life should not be *this*.
The Child and I went grocery shopping tonight, and I wrapped my arm around him and told him a secret. "This is one of the things I really miss about our time with Mr. T. This simple thing, having company at the grocery. I'm so glad you came with me. It's really nice."
I told the Boss the other day that I was going to run away. "Going to Ireland, Boss! I'm gonna marry my Irishman and live off the fat o' the Irish land, eating cabbages with Kings."
She said I couldn't do it. She'd be really mad at me if I left. So I guess I'm stuck here. I guess it's nice to be needed.
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