July 29, 2003

  • I'm anti-social and lonely. Is that even possible? How bass-ackward can one person's psyche be? I think I want people to want to spend time with me, to pursue my friendliness and then to reject them. Bah. Stupid me.


    Also, on another note. Wear you seatbelt. Always. I didn't used to and then my mother rolled her minivan with me in without a seatbelt. It sucked. I got to meet the ceiling and it hurt. I am damn lucky that was all that happened. Do yourself a favor, just put it on. And wear helmets too. Bike or motorcycles, whatever. And gods! Anyone riding a motorcyle in short shorts and no helmet - what in the name of crap are you thinking? Have we ever heard of road rash?


    Okay. I'm done being a mommy for the day.


    I bathed my cats. Possum had the termerity to growl at me. Bitch. Of course, now she's being all snuggly.


    I go back to my showtunes and my birdie cross-stitch. It's nearly done and next up is either a girl cross-stitch or learning to knit from the website that katiedear sent to me.

Comments (4)

  • I feel like that a lot. I have no idea how to get out of it either.

    Thanks for backing me up.

    If it makes you feel any better I am sitting at work bored out of my mind. Got any ideas?

  • Thanks for the link. I have been surfing around looking for something good. I am not sure that cross stitching is for me but you never know. Nights like tonight make me wish I could use an instant messenger program at work. But I digress.

  • you so will love knitting.  i'm not kidding, once you get going, it is just mindless activity for your hands to do while you focus on other things.  so you can watch movies, read, talk online, etc..... and yet you feel productive eventually!  wowsers!

    on that note, i often feel lonely, but there's no one around that fits the "bill" of whoever i want to be around.  i don't ever really know what the fucking bill is, but i know the folks around sho don't meet it.

  • another quitelike vote for antisocial lonliness. it's been running in and out of my life since i got back from italy. it's not so much that others around me are jumping ship, but i disappear, hide from the people around me, and dive into little kerricaves. are these journeys of inner discovery, or hallucinations of utter discordance? who knows. but i get it too.

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