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tiamatladyFirst, if you're bored, let me share with you my horoscopes, daily and Rob's weekly. I'm very weirded out.
Daily - Job responsibilities may interfere with plans you've made to get together with a love interest, Tiamatlady. Circumstances beyond your control may necessitate some extra work for you and your colleagues. Your beloved will undoubtedly be disappointed, but you'll be able to make up for it a bit later. If you can, get done what needs to be done as soon as possible. Then you might be able to get together for a late supper.
Can I get a WTF? Don't have a beloved (*crosses fingers*) not planning on working too too late tonight, and all I have plans for is dinner at home and ManRay. Fucked up horoscope!
Weekly - just gets better - LEO (July 23-Aug. 22): In honor of your entrance into the Season of Romance, I've written you a love poem. Here it is. *Be my slow-motion dance. Be my birthday earthquake. Be my ripe pomegranate floating in a blue plastic swimming pool on the first day of winter. Be my handstand on a barstool, my whirlwind week in clown school, my joke shared with a Siberian shaman while shopping for socks at Wal-Mart. Be my puzzle with one piece missing. Be the waves crashing on a beach in the south of France in the twenty-second century. Be my golden hammer resting on the moss of a ten-million-year-old rock.
Can I get ANOTHER WTF? Rob, he is crack, that one. I HAVE no season of Romance, only of Hell. I have to admit, here's hoping? But I'm not holding my breath.
I DO like the line "Be my puzzle with one piece missing." Right now, that's how I feel. I've felt that way since about 2 1/2 years ago. That things were OK, I could deal with issues but something is missing. A small piece, that helps make up my bigger picture. I want to be that piece for someone, the one thing, small in nature, that makes the whole picture complete.
No, I don't ask for too much. *makes a face*
So anyway, Turkey day. Considering my family's penchant for mashing EVERYTHING in sight, and of my current eating habits, I'm looking to load up on Turkey and sleep all day. You see, I don't DO holidays with the fam, unless required. I admit, I'd like to hang about THIS year, with the new niece, and there are children in the fam I haven't seen since diapers and breast feedings, so I suppose they shouldn't be asking "Who's that? at their weddings. I'm assuming I shall be the relative who SCARES the FUCK out of them. Ah, how the wheel turns *grins* But that's reserved for "Gimme Stuff Day" when I can play with and break their new toys. As for Dead Bird day, I'd like to continue a tradition I started a few years ago.
Teh Unit and I were bickering, and I was told "Come to *bf's* house and eat or go hungry. In response, I bought a Frozen Turkey dinner, and when Teh Unit spotted it and asked, I countered with "*SOB* It's THE only way I'LL GET ANY TURKEY THIS YEAR!!!!*SOBS*" The resulting GUILT teh Unit put herself under resulted in a HUGE plate being brought for me, along with an entire choclate cream pie. Made how _I_ like it. Since then, it'e been a tradition. *grins* Yes, I'm evil and I know it.
Fact is, the BEST thing I can do is stay home. I usually get the place to myself, get to watch a marathon of something, usually Law and Order, and don't have to deal with anyone's BS. Now if I CHOOSE to go to the Fam's, I don't get any shite, since I would be one of the more successful ones. OK, still live with Teh Unit, but I don't have an abusive boyfriend, or one or more kids with no husband, and I'm not looking for money. Plus, I have the harridin's sharp tounge that makes ANYONE think twice about asking me about dating status, since I know ALL their dark secrets and have no qualms about retaliating in kind.
My fam is more like a battle zone. The only reason I'd spend time with them is if I needed something or had kids, so THEY would know why I do the things I do. To make sure that I, and they, are NOT LIKE my family.
And mind you - this is only one side. I have NOTHING to do with the sperm donors side. They're all pretty pissy that I haven't made an effort to get in touch with them. You know, for 30 years. Because they are ALL crippled and can't pick up a phone. And the donor? HE has it in his head that it's MY FAULT we have no relationship. What he wants is for me to tell him that Of Course none of what happened WHEN I WAS TWO is his fault, and my mother is a rampaging beyatch. OK, I agree, but NOT the way he thinks, and personally, since his RAT ASS couldn't be bothered to pay child support (prior to the days of the Deadbeat dad list) OR come up with even a LITTLE to help me
through college, even advice or emotional support, then he can just shove it. I needed a parent at 6. At 32, it's a pain in my ass. I had parents - they died when I was fifteen. THEY were the ones I'd do for, and they're not here. So, I stay home.
Don't get me wrong - I LIKE being alone. I wish most of my friends didn't have familial obligations, it's nights like that I like to curl up with a movie and a warm snuggler. But, hey, I'm quite ok with my new comforter, some meat, and Law and Order. Trust me.
Anyway. I probbly have more to write but 'm trying to actually work today. I have some returns to get done, and I'm going to leave by 6 at the latest, to go home and get ready early. I'd like to try something with my hair, I might *GASP* be attaching some recently combed out falls, and wearing my cute little crown. I miss longer hair somedays. I'm wearing the purple dress I got in NYC. And probably the newer, less high boots, in case i have to walk around.
I wish the boss would call so I could go get lunch already! Maybe I'll just go and call her when I get back. I SO DON'T want a salad today!
Daily - Job responsibilities may interfere with plans you've made to get together with a love interest, Tiamatlady. Circumstances beyond your control may necessitate some extra work for you and your colleagues. Your beloved will undoubtedly be disappointed, but you'll be able to make up for it a bit later. If you can, get done what needs to be done as soon as possible. Then you might be able to get together for a late supper.
Can I get a WTF? Don't have a beloved (*crosses fingers*) not planning on working too too late tonight, and all I have plans for is dinner at home and ManRay. Fucked up horoscope!
Weekly - just gets better - LEO (July 23-Aug. 22): In honor of your entrance into the Season of Romance, I've written you a love poem. Here it is. *Be my slow-motion dance. Be my birthday earthquake. Be my ripe pomegranate floating in a blue plastic swimming pool on the first day of winter. Be my handstand on a barstool, my whirlwind week in clown school, my joke shared with a Siberian shaman while shopping for socks at Wal-Mart. Be my puzzle with one piece missing. Be the waves crashing on a beach in the south of France in the twenty-second century. Be my golden hammer resting on the moss of a ten-million-year-old rock.
Can I get ANOTHER WTF? Rob, he is crack, that one. I HAVE no season of Romance, only of Hell. I have to admit, here's hoping? But I'm not holding my breath.
I DO like the line "Be my puzzle with one piece missing." Right now, that's how I feel. I've felt that way since about 2 1/2 years ago. That things were OK, I could deal with issues but something is missing. A small piece, that helps make up my bigger picture. I want to be that piece for someone, the one thing, small in nature, that makes the whole picture complete.
No, I don't ask for too much. *makes a face*
So anyway, Turkey day. Considering my family's penchant for mashing EVERYTHING in sight, and of my current eating habits, I'm looking to load up on Turkey and sleep all day. You see, I don't DO holidays with the fam, unless required. I admit, I'd like to hang about THIS year, with the new niece, and there are children in the fam I haven't seen since diapers and breast feedings, so I suppose they shouldn't be asking "Who's that? at their weddings. I'm assuming I shall be the relative who SCARES the FUCK out of them. Ah, how the wheel turns *grins* But that's reserved for "Gimme Stuff Day" when I can play with and break their new toys. As for Dead Bird day, I'd like to continue a tradition I started a few years ago.
Teh Unit and I were bickering, and I was told "Come to *bf's* house and eat or go hungry. In response, I bought a Frozen Turkey dinner, and when Teh Unit spotted it and asked, I countered with "*SOB* It's THE only way I'LL GET ANY TURKEY THIS YEAR!!!!*SOBS*" The resulting GUILT teh Unit put herself under resulted in a HUGE plate being brought for me, along with an entire choclate cream pie. Made how _I_ like it. Since then, it'e been a tradition. *grins* Yes, I'm evil and I know it.
Fact is, the BEST thing I can do is stay home. I usually get the place to myself, get to watch a marathon of something, usually Law and Order, and don't have to deal with anyone's BS. Now if I CHOOSE to go to the Fam's, I don't get any shite, since I would be one of the more successful ones. OK, still live with Teh Unit, but I don't have an abusive boyfriend, or one or more kids with no husband, and I'm not looking for money. Plus, I have the harridin's sharp tounge that makes ANYONE think twice about asking me about dating status, since I know ALL their dark secrets and have no qualms about retaliating in kind.
My fam is more like a battle zone. The only reason I'd spend time with them is if I needed something or had kids, so THEY would know why I do the things I do. To make sure that I, and they, are NOT LIKE my family.
And mind you - this is only one side. I have NOTHING to do with the sperm donors side. They're all pretty pissy that I haven't made an effort to get in touch with them. You know, for 30 years. Because they are ALL crippled and can't pick up a phone. And the donor? HE has it in his head that it's MY FAULT we have no relationship. What he wants is for me to tell him that Of Course none of what happened WHEN I WAS TWO is his fault, and my mother is a rampaging beyatch. OK, I agree, but NOT the way he thinks, and personally, since his RAT ASS couldn't be bothered to pay child support (prior to the days of the Deadbeat dad list) OR come up with even a LITTLE to help me
through college, even advice or emotional support, then he can just shove it. I needed a parent at 6. At 32, it's a pain in my ass. I had parents - they died when I was fifteen. THEY were the ones I'd do for, and they're not here. So, I stay home.
Don't get me wrong - I LIKE being alone. I wish most of my friends didn't have familial obligations, it's nights like that I like to curl up with a movie and a warm snuggler. But, hey, I'm quite ok with my new comforter, some meat, and Law and Order. Trust me.
Anyway. I probbly have more to write but 'm trying to actually work today. I have some returns to get done, and I'm going to leave by 6 at the latest, to go home and get ready early. I'd like to try something with my hair, I might *GASP* be attaching some recently combed out falls, and wearing my cute little crown. I miss longer hair somedays. I'm wearing the purple dress I got in NYC. And probably the newer, less high boots, in case i have to walk around.
I wish the boss would call so I could go get lunch already! Maybe I'll just go and call her when I get back. I SO DON'T want a salad today!
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Date: 2004-11-24 10:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-11-24 10:47 am (UTC)Seriously tho, for the most part they suck, and I'd rather be at home, in my jammies, watching movies and eating leftovers.
And if a Certain CoatBoy Bitch gets back to me about the weekend in the negative, I'm SERIOUSLY considering seeing Hot Greek Stud Action (also know as Alexander) on thursday, Alone. Eff the rest of them. *grins* (of course I'd rather see it with HIM, but hey, I have priorities.)
I wish you good escape velocity, and many leftovers to be had alone. *grins*