Figaro reads this blog sometimes. That’s fine by me, I haven’t had much to write about him that I haven’t said to his face, and if I did I wouldn’t write it here. In a general kind of way, when I started this blog I made the decision that anything I put in it could be read by anybody, except possibly my parents, though even them without inducing tears or deep, sinking feelings of dread in the pit of their stomachs. So I don’t mind that he reads it once in awhile.
Now I think one of my ex-boyfriends has found this blog. I don’t know how I feel about that, exactly. I’ve decided to not think about it any more. Besides mentioning it now, and saying I guess that I’m being as diplomatic as I care to these days. So read on, MacDuff. But I’m not absorbing any more anger from spectators when there’s so much else they could be looking at.
That said, not much else to say today. Lady's Big Bertha is just devastating. Pardon the ongoing whine but it's driving me crazy how little time I have to do what I really want to do instead of work, especially since if just a few key things changed at work (like the mandate of the company, the morality of my industry, or even the distribution of my hours), work'd be what I want to do. It's harder to take these days because of the uber-dark evenings, I guess; it's bloody sick to live in a country that's night when you leave your office at 5:30.
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oh ya! that story got interrupted by your phone ringing... you can tell me on Friday over dinner...
ah life, you're funny.
Our world getting dark at 5:30 is utterly depressing. Even Tink hates it, who now cries when he has to get in the car to pick up Krazy after work. He doesn't like the dark...
...I'm curious how your ex found your blog. I don't know how I'd feel about that either...
5:30 is better than 2:00. Imagine how depressed they get further North. It just means that you have to make excuses to slip out of the office to go for a walk or enjoy the sunlight somehow. We need it for our SENSE of BEING. Being something other than bitchy, that is.
I've been bitching more than my fair share lately as well. It will help when the snow gets here and it won't be so dark and gloomy.
You're right, Sugar. I feel like I've been such a turd lately. But some sun off the snow will help.
Argh, one of my ex boyfriends found my MySpace recently - I'm assuming that he found it through my friending the one person from that whole scene that I still even have time for.
He sent me an email and keeps sending me friend requests, which I keep denying - I looked at his profile, which was all aflutter with his recent wedding - thanks, I have NO interest in your getting in touch with me to rub that event in my face.
Bah, sometimes I hate the endless connectivity of the interweb.
Sometimes I do too, and then I think that even before there was written language, there'd have been people who just didn't know how to leave things well enough alone!
But then it would have just been a creepy behind that tree and that would have been much more difficult to ignore!
Very true, Sugar. It's a smaller world. but it's a bigger one too.
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