Friday, February 28, 2003
When an ex-partner of yours
dates someone uglier than you, is that a compliment or an insult? What about if their previous partners are either really gorgeous (as with one ex o' mine) or skag ugly (as with another)?
I'm trying to think about "types", and what's mine (usually, no preference on things like hair and eyes, but I like either geeky skinnyboys or boyish guys with flippy hair and big ol' guns on 'em. Most of my preferences are all mental and/or behavioural rather than how they look. Call it too much time on the internet. Ahem.).
All this thinking, though, leads me to a place where I'm wondering about where I fit in with other people's "type". And if I fit in with the type of the ex's new one (or the new one's exes, for that matter), I'm now scared that I don't look nearly like I thought I did in my mind's eye. Eeeegh.
And yes, this is all shallow and petty, and I don't care, thankyouverymuch. I'm just thinking, anyway.
----e
who is quite happy with the New Boy(tm)
despite this train of thought, and doesn't
really care about how skaggy the previous
occupants of his bed were. (well, not really.)
Posted by beth @ 08:19 PM PST [Link]
Thursday, February 27, 2003
any questions?
This is your brain:
brain.brain.brain.brain.brain.brain.brain.brain. brain.brain.brain.brain.brain.brain. brain.brain.brain.brain.brain.brain.brain.brain. brain.brain.brain.brain.brain.brain.brain.brain. brain.brain.brain.brain.brain.brain.brain.brain. brain.brain.brain.brain.brain.brain.brain.brain. brain.brain.brain.brain.brain.brain.brain.brain. brain.brain.
This is your brain in Nebraska before meeting someone who likes to think:
.
Any questions?
-----e
no longer atrophying
to "." status, thank you.
Posted by beth @ 02:40 PM PST [Link]
Y'know what's really interesting?
When certain people, out of my life for what? Almost five years now? Can't let go.
Stop reading, Amy. Just go home. Play with your baby and your husband and leave me alone.
Thank you.
This has been a public service announcement from the Stalker Network.
----e
Posted by beth @ 12:07 AM PST [Link]
Tuesday, February 25, 2003
two snippets of conversation that tell you how MY day was yesterday...
I.
"I can do push-ups with my tongue."
"Marry me."
II.
"We didn't have sex before marriage."
"I know. It was a different time and all that."
"We did some heavy petting, though."
"ARGH! MOM! You DO know that I have a very CREATIVE MIND, and now I'm actually VISUALIZING THAT, right!?"
Posted by beth @ 06:45 AM PST [Link]
Monday, February 24, 2003
PLEASE NOTE
If you try to comment, you may get a usr/bin/sendmail problem. Your comment will post, I just need to figure out what I screwed up on. :) Hit "refresh" and it'll show, though. Sorry about the error.
Posted by beth @ 01:01 PM PST [Link]
Okay. Jealousy spate's over.
I've just decided not to hit livejournal for a while. I've got better things to do, anyway.
D wrote me a letter. Brought it over last night after dropping off his daughter, and curled up next to me while I read it.
One week, seven days, 168 hours...and I know I'm falling love with you. Scares the shit out of me. Can't run, won't run. Wouldn't dream of screwing this up.
What are the rules here? Where's the guidelines? Some would say it's too fast, how can you say this so soon? Well, how long does it take to fall in love with someone?
I keep reading it and re-reading it now that he's gone off to work (stayed the night yet again -- I'm beginning to think I'll never have to wake up alone), and I'm still all fluttery.
Last night, while we were helping Kenny and Donna move into their new house, he was telling them about Becca and how she did this or that, and he referred to her as "our daughter". Twice. I didn't say anything -- it's just a comfort issue for him -- he's comfortable and isn't thinking. It's us, not mine and yours all of a sudden.
I'm going to marry this man. We're going to be old and grey and curmudgeonly together.
I just know.
-----e
fluttery again
Posted by beth @ 01:00 PM PST [Link]
Sunday, February 23, 2003
And with the good, the not-so-bright.
I was just starting to feel a little more Zen about everything today, and I saw a link on one of my political stir-em-up sites to the new Ann Coulter book.
Mind you, I've seen this woman (and I use the term loosely) on a talk show -once-. She was relatively sane then. So I clicked, since D talks about her like she's the Conservative Republican version of the messiah.
I. Want. To. Rip. Out. Her. Eyes. With. A Pickle. Fork.
A quote:
We await Supreme Court rulings like primitives waiting for a wart healer's cure. Liberals love this system of pretend-law, because it allows them to get away with murder – sometimes literally, as in Roe v. Wade.
And this is the least offensive one I could find. The other one that caught my eye was one about how there would never be liberal talk radio because the audience for it (people in cars) were going to jobs, and therefore couldn't be liberal, implying that we're all unemployed.
Um. Suck me.
I'd like to know this woman's background. What turned her into the idiot she is today. Maybe a brain injured child from a silver-spoon family or a horribly tortured poor child in urban america, hellbent on playing the game...something. There's always an explanation of this kind of moronic attitude.
I can tell, the debate tonight's going to be steaming.
----e
Posted by beth @ 11:52 AM PST [Link]
after taking a deep inhalation or two,
a quote by H.D.Thoreau comes to mind instead of the green-eyed hate that was there before:
"I did not wish to take a cabin passage, but rather to
go before the mast and on the deck of the world, for there I could
best see the moonlight amid the mountains. I do not wish to go below
now." --Thoreau
Much better. Off to make Art now.
----e
Posted by beth @ 11:37 AM PST [Link]
I, upon leaving Seattle,
reserved the right to hate Ben's new girlfriend, whenever he got around to getting one.
Let me just say that he did, and I do.
Now this, would be jealousy. Not the other thing that he and I had a big fat discussion about, but this is, definitely, jealousy.
I'm just comforted, after reading through her journal, to know that she doesn't fit his little box labelled "girlfriend" either, which means I give it less than a year before he runs her heart over the cheese grater, too. Not that I'm bitter.
In other news, Dennis brought his daughter, Becca, over yesterday, and after about ten minutes of awkward nervousness, we hit it off famously. Played tag in Hobby Lobby with spit-ridden fingers and made books and collages for her to take home and cooked dinner. D had bonding time (as he called it) with my mom, who now informed me that I'd better keep him.
Things are okay in this camp. Better than okay.
-------e
working on samples
now that IQ9 is done.
Posted by beth @ 10:25 AM PST [Link]
