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brightbluegirlI had a very nice day at work yesterday.
My mom and Andrew went shopping in Old Town. Andrew bought me this wonderful set of Animal Spirit Knowledge cards, drawn by Susan Seddon Boulet (*sighs about the beauty*). My mother bought some very tacky things.
She showed me all of them when I got home.
She also bought me a flashlight (I had 3 already) and a brown sugar softener stone thing. With Kokopelli on it.
She means well she means well she means well she means well!!!
When I got home from work, we smudged the house, since she's convinced a malevolent spirit attacked her on Christmas Eve (I am NOT making this up). And of course she took forEVER to do her room, and then wouldn't relax until I'd done the rest of the house, and had to tell me the RIGHT way to smudge windows and doors and toilets and showers and ourselves.
Again. I am NOT making this up.
Then we went to Blue Dragon, and chatted with Andrew (it was a very quiet night) and had dinner and tea. Some girl came up to Andrew, said "I'm in a bad mood" and hugged him briefly and went away. He didn't move while she did this, and looked baffled. I asked who she was, and he said "A customer. I don't even know her name!" Later, she called out to him "Andrew my love, I need...(I think it was something about a fork)". It was too wierd! She obviously likes him. So that led to me telling mom about the different girls that do things to Andrew (give him their number, ask about him, don't leave him alone, etc...)
I told her about how we met at the comic book store, how we ended up at the pizza place, and all about his crazy roommate Jim (the crazy 68 year old gay anarchist who told Andrew if he wanted to stay there he had to break up with me and perform sexual favours for him, and then MAYBE he'd let Andrew stay there - to which Andrew'd said "I'll be out in 20 minutes"). By the time the Jim story was done, we were home, and she'd decided that I'd believed all the things this guy Jim said (?) and had to tell me not to let it get to me (?) and all sorts of other sweet, but extremely unnecessary (and angering) things. I just told her I had NOT let anything get to me, and to relax about it, and took some deep breaths.
And then she wanted to watch tv, which was fine for me, because I had to do my stretches. But she didn't want to watch CSI, ER, or the new Missing Persons show that's on after CSI, because she didn't want to watch anything remotely scary, since she was already upset from the malevolent spirit.
So we watched Dianne Sawyer's thing about the Dilley Sextuplets. You really can't get more retchingly saccharine-like than that. At least I got my stretching done. Although, to be honest, the Dilley parents are really inventive and intelligent. I enjoyed seeing how they handle their kids, rewards, and punishment.
When Andrew got home, I mentioned the "Andrew my love" girl to him, and he snuggled really close to me and said "I didn't hear her say that, but that doesn't matter, cuz I don't want anyone else but you". What a sweetheart. Not that I had any doubt. Even though Alex-the-asshole hurt me so much, I trust Andrew implicitly and explicitly. He would never do anything like that to me.
I had a lot of strange dreams last night, but they were cool. The last one was a dream that involved voodoo and my brother making cooked beef sushi rolls (and winning awards for it), strange voodoo people coming to my home and doing wierd things, and trying to scare/hurt me but I pretended I was trying to help them, and said I was going to make them dinner, but in my deepest darkest heart I knew I was setting them up for death. It was very very very wierd, and cool because it was so wierd.
I didn't sleep so well, though, and I think I'm getting a cold. My nose is all stuffed up.
My mom and Andrew went shopping in Old Town. Andrew bought me this wonderful set of Animal Spirit Knowledge cards, drawn by Susan Seddon Boulet (*sighs about the beauty*). My mother bought some very tacky things.
She showed me all of them when I got home.
She also bought me a flashlight (I had 3 already) and a brown sugar softener stone thing. With Kokopelli on it.
She means well she means well she means well she means well!!!
When I got home from work, we smudged the house, since she's convinced a malevolent spirit attacked her on Christmas Eve (I am NOT making this up). And of course she took forEVER to do her room, and then wouldn't relax until I'd done the rest of the house, and had to tell me the RIGHT way to smudge windows and doors and toilets and showers and ourselves.
Again. I am NOT making this up.
Then we went to Blue Dragon, and chatted with Andrew (it was a very quiet night) and had dinner and tea. Some girl came up to Andrew, said "I'm in a bad mood" and hugged him briefly and went away. He didn't move while she did this, and looked baffled. I asked who she was, and he said "A customer. I don't even know her name!" Later, she called out to him "Andrew my love, I need...(I think it was something about a fork)". It was too wierd! She obviously likes him. So that led to me telling mom about the different girls that do things to Andrew (give him their number, ask about him, don't leave him alone, etc...)
I told her about how we met at the comic book store, how we ended up at the pizza place, and all about his crazy roommate Jim (the crazy 68 year old gay anarchist who told Andrew if he wanted to stay there he had to break up with me and perform sexual favours for him, and then MAYBE he'd let Andrew stay there - to which Andrew'd said "I'll be out in 20 minutes"). By the time the Jim story was done, we were home, and she'd decided that I'd believed all the things this guy Jim said (?) and had to tell me not to let it get to me (?) and all sorts of other sweet, but extremely unnecessary (and angering) things. I just told her I had NOT let anything get to me, and to relax about it, and took some deep breaths.
And then she wanted to watch tv, which was fine for me, because I had to do my stretches. But she didn't want to watch CSI, ER, or the new Missing Persons show that's on after CSI, because she didn't want to watch anything remotely scary, since she was already upset from the malevolent spirit.
So we watched Dianne Sawyer's thing about the Dilley Sextuplets. You really can't get more retchingly saccharine-like than that. At least I got my stretching done. Although, to be honest, the Dilley parents are really inventive and intelligent. I enjoyed seeing how they handle their kids, rewards, and punishment.
When Andrew got home, I mentioned the "Andrew my love" girl to him, and he snuggled really close to me and said "I didn't hear her say that, but that doesn't matter, cuz I don't want anyone else but you". What a sweetheart. Not that I had any doubt. Even though Alex-the-asshole hurt me so much, I trust Andrew implicitly and explicitly. He would never do anything like that to me.
I had a lot of strange dreams last night, but they were cool. The last one was a dream that involved voodoo and my brother making cooked beef sushi rolls (and winning awards for it), strange voodoo people coming to my home and doing wierd things, and trying to scare/hurt me but I pretended I was trying to help them, and said I was going to make them dinner, but in my deepest darkest heart I knew I was setting them up for death. It was very very very wierd, and cool because it was so wierd.
I didn't sleep so well, though, and I think I'm getting a cold. My nose is all stuffed up.
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Date: 2002-12-27 11:27 am (UTC)Once, I even saw a toilet seat cover with him on it.
Maybe someday, when/if I leave New Mexico, I will be able to look at him and not see him as the Mickey Mouse of Santa Fe.
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Date: 2002-12-28 08:48 am (UTC)