Monday, February 14, 2005

I really wish people wouldn't start thinking about their jobs out of nowhere.

Thursday, February 10, 2005

As part of my new enterprise ("Don't be helpless. Don't enjoy being a victim.") I decided I have to do something about the Supermodel's natter and babble. So, loins girded, I decided the most "aggressive" way to do this (my aggressive scale is small), would be to reply to every boring-ass thing says with something equally pointless. This morning, she told me that (a) she had cleared out her email last night, and described the voice-mail-to-email process in great detail, and then (b) filled me in on how she got a new light switch. And the whole time I was going, "What similar thing do I have to say?" And hell, I cleared out my inbox last night too, and I used my new Dustbuster this morning. But those things are so mundane I couldn't get the words out of my mouth, even in revenge. :) I'm going to try again, and see what happens. After that, I have to consider a Plan B, which could plausibly be confronting her, but that's pretty far afield from my usual behaviors. "SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP YOU NINNY!!" is gonna sound mean.

Wednesday, February 09, 2005

Sometimes I think there's something wrong with me that I have no religious angst. Religious anger sometimes, rarely; but no religious angst. Maybe it's a side effect of being the child of nonchalant Protestants--Protestants aren't really famous for the faith-based self-flagellation anyway.

I have nothing else to say except that I enjoy taking cod liver oil, in part because it helps my eczema, but mostly because it sounds so incredibly 19th century.

I saved $5 on Tide today, with sales and coupons. I'm playacting at being frugal these days, and it's ridiculous, but the funny flip side of me buying anything, especially something not insanely expensive, is that is some people shop when they're messed up (retail therapy and all that), but I can only shop when I'm possessed of a feeling of "well-being," that mystical byword and would-be end-product of therapy. I've been shopping a lot lately. Mostly because I'm being sponsored by AA ;), but also, too, becuase I'm out of my...gee, self-flagellation...phase. I'm not trying to hurt myself through copious denial of self-care and general extreme asceticism.

What I'm trying to say is...I bought new underwear and that's nice for me. :)