Today’s psychic poetry:
Ice cream anything dance cute
Crazy perseverance community are
Chocolate move believe cherish
So you happy me
Teamwork world wild hear
Dare love help serveI was especially pleased with the fourth line, because as I as pulling the magnetic words out of my hand, I was thinking of that Pink Floyd song, “Wish you were here.”
Maybe ya’ll can answer a question for me: why isn’t South Park funny any more? I seem to remember it being hilarious – at least, that’s my excuse for slavishly watching it all this time. But the episode I saw last night wasn’t really funny. In fact, it was kind of lame. And so was the one about Jewish camp. I think the only rather new funny one I’ve seen was the spoof of Episode I. Of course, this is coming from someone who thinks that Cow & Chicken is hilarious for the Big Red Pants-less Man.
Daylight savings time is screwing me up the ass. I can’t get to sleep before midnight, and I have to wake up at 5:30, at the latest. Today I tottered in to work and immediately got some caffeine, just to make it through the morning. This job is screwing me up the ass, too. I hate being someone’s personal secretary. The guy himself is fine, it’s just the fact that I have to organize someone else’s day. The other secretary is nice enough, but her friend is semi-hostile, under the guise of being friendly.
But I’m ignoring it. Lately, I’ve been re-reading my copy of Bury Me Standing : The Gypsies and Their Journey. I got it a few years ago when my ex and I went Old Town to see this bookstore that was supposed to be fantastic, but turned out to have very few books at all. I’m not usually a big fan of nonfiction, but this book just sucked me in. The writer, Isabel Fonseca, is very good at describing their lifestyle and their history, as well as the impact that the upheaval in Eastern Europe is having on the Gypsies living there. One of the most important things about this book is the fact that it both destroys a lot of the myths regarding them, and promotes critical thinking about what we’ve been taught about other cultures.
Joe changed his mind about moving – he’s moving to New Mexico, whether his mother is or not, and he’s moving there in July. That’s just stupid. We’re not moving with him, no way. From what I’ve heard from people who live there, there aren’t any jobs there. Fuck that. Joe’s also completely changed his mind about how wonderful it is down there; when he moved here, he was telling us how fucking dull it was. I think the real problem is that Marie’s brainwashed him.
I think Aaron has decided to fight for partial custody of his son. He visited him yesterday and realized that the reason he’s so depressed is that he doesn’t get to see him very often, and his son is really important to him. We’ll see what comes of that.
And my ex called again, because he’s a freak. This time, he got his brother to call for him. Damn, that boy has too much free time. Get a hobby, loser. He just wanted to see if we got the check he sent us, and he had a request for some lyrics he’d forgotten. The song was rather marginal anyway, and the melodies were forced, so I can’t understand why he wants to record it.
I’m hungry and I don’t feel like eating the curry I made when I go home. I also don’t feel like making stir-fry. Maybe I’ll use my final coupon for a McDonald’s Happy Meal (tm). Aaron’s been eating an awful lot of them – I’m starting to notice an extra layer of fat on him.
If Aaron hadn’t come home at about 10:30, I would have gone to sleep in an empty apartment. Every noise startled me – I considered hiding in the closet. But you know what I was thinking about doing? Alone in a dark apartment with only candles lit? I was thinking of trying astral projection, since C– has been so informative about it. Can you imagine how very creepy that would probably have felt? Sometimes I think I torture myself because I have issues.
