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May 10, 2007
A new and improved list
Of random shit in my head....
~Do you ever find yourself thinking about something from years ago- still pissed off or saddened by it? Maybe still wishing you would have said something different- or are still holding a grudge against? Like against some little prick... no names, but his initials are JASON CLARDY... who fucked me out of my Queensryche tickets.You don't? Oh, well, me either. I was just asking.
~Update on the asshat across the quad... his Christmas lights are still up. One side has gone so to shit that it only blinks on about twice a minute, and then only for a half a second. He has his tiki torches strapped to the railing now too. Good plan dude.... Stellar. While you're out there trying to burn down the building, could you shut off your ugly fucking lights?
~It's very windy. The kids want to go fly the kite we have, but it is one of those air foil types, and I have nightmarish visions in my head of my son sailing off into the air like those poor lost balloons at Disneyland. I have been scouting a place to fly it with them. There really isn't one I can see... a place where in case it picks my big ass up off the ground, I won't end up impaled on a tree, or hanging from a balcony.
~My friend gave me a house pant when she left Germany for the states. It's possessed. Like Linda Blair possessed. It keeps growing, and is taking over my kitchen counter, like a slow creeping- but very attractive- plague. I would move it to the dining room table, but I am afraid. It's so damn big it might splinter the wood, OR it might finally come to life and eat the kids at breakfast.... I know you're in there, just waiting, you bastard. I need a machete.
~7 hairbrushes. That's how many I have in this house. Guess how many I can find!! On a good day, I can find maybe 2, and they are the two I hate to use- The static maker and the rip my scalp to shreds brushes. Having a little girl with Rapunzel hair, and a little boy who has suddenly started caring about how he looks is a challenge I wasn't prepared for. I think I will have to chain the brushes to the sink.... or shave their heads.
Posted by TheFreud at May 10, 2007 4:01 PM
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Life is so different having little kids. We have some friends our ages (40s) with young kids & when I see them, I am so glad & relieved I had mine in my 20s. I cannot imagine chasing young ones around. Well...perhaps a cute chubby lil grandbaby someday, but heck...I can give them back when they poop!
Those memories that really get to me are the ones where I accidentally left something I cherished, even a really, really cool piece of clothing that I loved.I had this old flannel pj, kinda night shirt thingie & I LOVED it, but forgot it at a motel. I hate thinking about that...which I'm doing now.
Anyways, this post reminded me of something else that I emailed you about! LOL
Posted by: jane at May 12, 2007 2:43 AM
Oh YES, I hold grudges. I'm a grudge holder. But I don't let it consume me (anymore).
BUT...I HAVE thought of putting some names out there like you did, just in case someone's googling, ooo, I could tell some nasty shit about a few men, and a couple girls.
Hmmm...I would just want to stay totally anonymous, so it would kill them to figure out who I was!
Posted by: annie at May 12, 2007 6:51 PM
I have to admit to holding a grudge or five. But they're more like the store-them-away-for-future-use kind of grudges. It's always fun to fantasize about getting a nasty type of revenge against certain assholes even if you know you'll probably never follow through. At least that's what I'll tell the judge. ;-)
Posted by: Malice at May 14, 2007 1:44 AM
Why are you ranting? Sounds like you're doing what you used to do when you were a kid. Random thoughts bouncing in and around your brain, like ping-pong balls on the sidewalk.
We all have grudges and regrets. But the brushes? That's another issue. Have you checked inside of Baby Girl's hair? Maybe the brushes are in there? You know, like everyone's car keys are in my hair? :D
Mom
Posted by: Mom at May 15, 2007 4:00 PM