18 June
O Lord am I tired. I've spent all night moving files around from directory to directory, so I have a feeling this will be a mighty short entry.
I'll be really riveting tomorrow to make up for it, swear.
You know what I hate?
I hate it when people find out about my Da and they say that they're sorry (don't hate that) and if I'm okay (don't hate that) and if my Mom's okay (don't hate that either) and then after I say yes, we're both doing okay, they lean in to me, their eyes going all big and basset hound-y and welling with tears, and gazing into the depth of my soul say: "Are you SURE you're alright?"
(bingo)
Yes, drop dead, fuck off, leave me alone.
And those of you flashing back to my previous rants about people ignoring the subject altogether now see what a tightrope it is. Be sympathetic, I really appreciate it, but don't be maudlin, for God's sake. If there is anything I can't stand it's soppiness.
P.S. E-mails on the subject are never intrusive and always appreciated (I don't want any of the kind people who wrote to think I'm dissing them), it's when they're an inch away from you.
Stay the hell out of my face.
Man, I'll tell ya, I was sitting next to a woman on the subway the other day who just would not stop adjusting her butt and twitching her arms, until I wanted to grab her by the thighs and say:
SIT STILL, BITCH!!!
I may have been over-reacting, but it really was annoying...
The other day, Angelica said "Do you know who you remind me of? That cartoon character Madeline!", which is just the oddest thing, because my Mom narrated the Madeline cartoon made in the 50's.
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