11:45 a.m. - 2004-07-13
erase the whiney past
I'm writing something else today, perhaps solely in the interest of erasing the icky-pooh filth that was yesterday's celebration of self-pity. I blame the fact that I had not had myself in quite a few days.
You know what I mean...you pervs!
It was weird to roll back into my not-my-home. My benefactress seems crazier. Either that, or I am. Or possibly less patient. Our relationship for the coming days will be comprised mostly of me avoiding her as much as possible. Here's a sample of brainwaves interacting with one another (think telepathic subtitles).
Benefactress: Hi! Don't mind me, I'm just obsessively cleaning even though I say I just want to relax! Clearly, this is a lie, but neither of us will speak a word of it! Would you like to interject, or shall I just dither and dither until we are both bound by the cobwebs that have been woven around us in the interim?
Me: I have to go into my room and read because I'm so freaked out by you and I'm worried that if I have to spend too much time around you, what little patience remains at my disposal will disipate and I will unleash upon you my personal brand of current madness, which I have bent over backwards to do the opposite of you in this matter. I want to be grateful to you for letting me live in your house, but it has been a icky gateway into personal, suburban-framed hell. Also, I hate dogs and children. You brought both.
Wheee! So I'm staying as free of the house as I can. I'm fawking starving and because of some blog I read that mentioned Burger King, suddenly I can settle for nothing less. I don't think I've eatten fast food since...well, it's been a mercifully long time. My neo-skininess is thanking me. Also, I'm thinking...Spiderman 2, then just camping out at the library and devouring the remainder of Love in the Time of Cholera. Thank GAWD I'm going back to Mo-town on Friday.
