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I'M STIRRING! I ASSURE YOU, BOSTON MARKET, I AM STIRRING THE MASHED POTATOS LIKE NEVER BEFORE!!!
Ok whew. I think that did it. Now I just WHOA HOLD ON A MINUTE. Says here "food may be hot"! Now I'm sure as hell
not going to put something in my mouth that the instruction box just told me could be HOT now am I? What if it IS hot??!?!
Well now I'm just sitting here sweating into my own elbows. I have the fan blasting on me, so I'm also windburned or something.
My skin feels all dense, like the covers in a non non smoking motel room.
I guess I feel productive today. I cleaned up, put bikes together, and made a little content manager for my friend. Also.
I recently confirmed that my icky stalker ex was next door during that dinner party a few days ago.
She took the opportunity to send me text messages on my phone saying as much. It's like she's gloating that she can still bother me.
Then just a little while ago I got another message asking if I've seen any movies recently, or if commercial releases are too tame for the "redhead" (quotes hers).
The "Redhead". Knowing her, this is meant to imply that whoever I'm out with these days is coloring her hair and is also, uh, really counter-culturey. I've had really bad experiences in the past
with this particular ex and her feelings towards whoever I'm close to. All I can do is refuse to reply or acknowledge her existence in any way. Any action at all constitutes
attention. Any attention at all will just prolong this stupidness.
Counter culture? Helen's not really that kinda person. She idolized Ripley from Aliens, not Y.T. from Snow Crash.
Yeah, she's mature, compassionate, intelligent, kind... I dunno what she's doing hanging out with Andrew -- Beanie, re: Helen on phone w/ Mom
The other thing she does is keep an online journal for the past 6 years, which has been drawing unusually high levels of hate mail recently. What causes this?
Oh, I dunno. School getting out, is my guess.
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