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thehefner1.) Man, I'm sad I couldn't make it to New Orleans with the Rudes. We must make up for this with partying and drinking and hangouts over the summer! There shall be clubs, yea, and they shall be loud and good.
2.) On the other hand, it was awesome to see Dave and Adam, as always. Much fun and some angst was had. We watched UHF again, always wonderful. I tell you, Al should have summoned villain Kevin McCarthy's two arch enemies- body snatchers and a teeny, tiny Dennis Quaid.
3.) I should call pretty Russian girl and see if she wants to go out to dinner and see HENRY V.
4.) That answers from that last meme were both supportive and fascinating. It was interesting seeing the patterns ("you have trouble moving on," was not surprising, but "loyal" was... I never thought of myself in that way, but apparently many of you do), and both the positive and the negative of what you guys have said has given me much to consider. Don't be surprised if I ask you about it later in private to elaborate.
5.) Do not eat that. That is a poisonous magic pie.
6.) Bitterness and resentment are threatening to turn me into someone I don't want to be. Hopefully now that I've realized this, I can do sometime to prevent it. I don't like the person I've been becoming these past few months.
7.) I think I've been doing a rather good job not talking about the stuff that's bothering me, lately. I mean, I have one, maybe two days a week where I'm really bad off, but generally I've been keeping it to myself, because I don't want to dwell. Thing is, I realized today that the reason I do want to talk about it, just like I wanted to talk about Tammy to anyone who'd listen, is because when I talk about it I feel like I'm making progress. Somehow, some way. I dunno. Progress seems to be a fine line to straddle between repression/denial and wallowing. Shit. Warning time. I may have to write another longish angsty post. Just telling you in advance, so you don't have to read it, but I'm actually on to something with this one, I think. This time, I think I've isolated the problem, the real root of it.
8.) The key is to stop wanting what I want.
9.) Mom bought a pair of the hard plastic and metal DDR pads that light up and everything. Sweeet. And I'm starting to get pretty damn good at light mode, if I do say so myself. Those goddamn nonstop challenge mode songs, though. Damn them to hell. Anyway, I'm gonna stay fit with DRR, damn skippy, I say even as I stuff another slice of Terry's milk chocolate orange in my mouth.
10.) We saw lots and lots of bikers at a rest stop today. I wanted to hang out with them. I think I'm so non-threatening that after the intial bullying and threatening, I imagine they'd come to love me and we'd have merry adventures together on the road. It's fun to pretend to be this naive.
2.) On the other hand, it was awesome to see Dave and Adam, as always. Much fun and some angst was had. We watched UHF again, always wonderful. I tell you, Al should have summoned villain Kevin McCarthy's two arch enemies- body snatchers and a teeny, tiny Dennis Quaid.
3.) I should call pretty Russian girl and see if she wants to go out to dinner and see HENRY V.
4.) That answers from that last meme were both supportive and fascinating. It was interesting seeing the patterns ("you have trouble moving on," was not surprising, but "loyal" was... I never thought of myself in that way, but apparently many of you do), and both the positive and the negative of what you guys have said has given me much to consider. Don't be surprised if I ask you about it later in private to elaborate.
5.) Do not eat that. That is a poisonous magic pie.
6.) Bitterness and resentment are threatening to turn me into someone I don't want to be. Hopefully now that I've realized this, I can do sometime to prevent it. I don't like the person I've been becoming these past few months.
7.) I think I've been doing a rather good job not talking about the stuff that's bothering me, lately. I mean, I have one, maybe two days a week where I'm really bad off, but generally I've been keeping it to myself, because I don't want to dwell. Thing is, I realized today that the reason I do want to talk about it, just like I wanted to talk about Tammy to anyone who'd listen, is because when I talk about it I feel like I'm making progress. Somehow, some way. I dunno. Progress seems to be a fine line to straddle between repression/denial and wallowing. Shit. Warning time. I may have to write another longish angsty post. Just telling you in advance, so you don't have to read it, but I'm actually on to something with this one, I think. This time, I think I've isolated the problem, the real root of it.
8.) The key is to stop wanting what I want.
9.) Mom bought a pair of the hard plastic and metal DDR pads that light up and everything. Sweeet. And I'm starting to get pretty damn good at light mode, if I do say so myself. Those goddamn nonstop challenge mode songs, though. Damn them to hell. Anyway, I'm gonna stay fit with DRR, damn skippy, I say even as I stuff another slice of Terry's milk chocolate orange in my mouth.
10.) We saw lots and lots of bikers at a rest stop today. I wanted to hang out with them. I think I'm so non-threatening that after the intial bullying and threatening, I imagine they'd come to love me and we'd have merry adventures together on the road. It's fun to pretend to be this naive.
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