Today's blog entry, known as "these are the riches of the poor" or this week in awesometown, will be scintillating, informative, and intimate. You know, as always.
My egg goes back to school on Wednesday. It's been a pretty good summer for us, actually, though the food paranoia reached fever pitch, and we needed some clinical intervention. I took him off meds for a few days, and while he's been batshit crazy, he's been happy and eating. Eating really well, actually. And happy like i haven't seen him in a long time.
I'm feeling very confused about where to go from here. 'Cause while happy and eating are good, batshit crazy isn't. As always, we'll figure it out, but we won't do that tonight.
Work was finally back to normal. Well, normal meaning i wasn't run off my ass, cleaning up someone's messes, and trying to figure out what the hell she does all day. My bonus came through on my last cheque, so I spoiled us and banked the rest. I also accepted another consulting job, which looks not only profitable, but really interesting. I'm looking forward to it. Better still, it's good not being broke.
We had dinner with my mom tonight, after taking the egg to see Shrek 3 (awesome, go see). It's a strange thing, this new relationship phase with her. It's strange to let her in the house, and not hear how it's not clean enough for her. It's strange, to say "can you watch C in march, i want to go to new orleans for a gathering of friends from online" and have her say "ok" without asking who they are, and how i know them, and what we'll be doing...all followed by the expressions of disgust at not only my choices, but how i don't feel guilty about them. It's stranger still to laugh together, without a whole lot of walls up. Cautiously optimistic, i believe is the phrase.
And i've spent more than an hour or two in av chat. I seem to be on the up cycle again, after taking yet another hiatus from the interwebs a few weeks ago. It's a lurid and dangerous relationship we have, me and the interwebs. I leave, time and again, with a huffy "i don't need you, you don't value or respect me and you give me nothing in return!", only to come back, quietly, while it sleeps in the night, and slide into the bed to curl up beside it. It sleepily throws an arm over me, and never sneers at me in the morning. It works.
I'm going to NOLA in the spring, to meet several bcommers i've not yet met, and to once again connect with a couple that i have. I'm excited, and it promises to be a great time full of debauchery, craziness, and lots and lots of laughs. I can hardly wait, and have made it a mission to get the giac there too, because it won't be the same without her.
I've also got myself a crush. Another one, you say? Yes, another one, but this is no ordinary crush. Oh no, dear readers, this is one of those deliciously painful crushes. He's beautiful, he's witty, he's intelligent AND articulate, he's got a great accent (though he could be mute, and i'd still be head over heels), he's sexy and sexual, and he's beautiful. Did i mention he's beautiful?
I've spent the week sacrificing any semblance of pride to let him know how enamoured i am. Clearly, my shamelessness knows no bounds, as i've unabashedly and unwaveringly given him my complete focus, making sure that every time we interact, he knows i'm awed and thrilled by him.
Bluebonnet says i'm sending mixed signals, and i'm sure she's right. I'll have to work at being clearer.
No worries, dear readers. He's very married, very happy, and very, very far away. This one'll not be leaving me in (or for) a bar, anytime soon, as it's going absolutely nowhere. Sometimes, that's better, n'est ce pas?
Decides to try to catch up with your biology
Come round ...
cause I want the one I cant have
And its driving me mad
Its all over, all over, all over my face
....
A double bed
And a stalwart lover for sure
These are the riches of the poor
....
A tough kid who sometimes swallows nails
Raised on prisoners aid
He killed a policeman when he was
Thirteen
And somehow that really impressed me
And its written all over my face
Oh, these are the riches of the poor
These are the riches of the poor
I want the one I cant have
And its driving me mad
Its written all over my face
....
And if you ever need self-validation
Just meet me in the alley by the
Railway station
Its all over my face
Oh ...
Unrequited, unachievable crushes are fun.
Enjoy your week, everyone.
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