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Jul. 8th, 2002 11:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7hum.
my grandma was in a car accident this past weekend. she was driving probably too soon after her cataract surgery, and she didn't see an oncoming car and turned left in front of it. She broke six ribs, where the seatbelt held her and kept her from cracking right out the windshield and probably killing herself. The car she hit was driven by an eighty-three year-old man, who was unhurt. Her car is totaled.
Fiona and I visited her today. She was chipper and sharp and on top of things, as she usually is, but in severe pain. She can't sit up, lie down, stand up, move about, or breathe without awful pain. She's dealing with it, in her pragmatic way, but it's certainly not easy for her.
I'm feeling like a doof; I tried to get $40 from a Thruway ATM and accidentally typed in an extra zero, and then when I tried to cancel it, totally hit the wrong buttons. So I'm figuring out how to get all this damn cash back into my account. It's really annoying. Ah well.
I had a lovely week in Jersey City, and didn't want to come home. I want a place of my own, desperately. Dave's apartment is sweet; he hasn't decorated it much, or moved in yet for that matter (he's only been there since August...), but it's got tons of character, and it's a nice little place. I had to restrain myself. If I lived there, there would be plants in every window including the bathroom, a couple of bookshelves full of strange strange things, christmas lights around the bedroom, tasteful drapes and such, squooshy carpets in the bedroom, etc. ... I love arranging and decorating apartments. I liked being there, though, despite the fits of manic design-craving. I also liked being with Dave. he's a lot of fun and is one of the few people that deals well with how weird I am. Sure he gets weirded out by me, but he's just as weird, and he seems to be pretty chill with it all. He's mastered the art of Zen goofiness. He's the first person in a while that I've hung out with that I felt neither older than nor younger than, neither superior nor inferior to-- I just felt like we were on the same level. I dunno why. I felt like we had similar opinions of each other; I wasn't doing him any particular favor by gracing him with my presence, and I wasn't hanging on his coat-tails as long as it amused him. Just... everything felt... mutual. Very nice.
He also has the most beautiful green eyes I've ever seen, which I'd never noticed before, in all the time I'd known him. Isn't that strange?
Oh that last line sounded gooshy. Man. Like, right out of a cheesy Young Adult-category Coming Of Age romancey-funny kind of novel. I hate those. Ew ew ew.
So OK, I like his butt. Is that better?
And he drove me home from New Jersey in awful traffic. Good boy. I must bake him cookies. Or something.
So when can I go back to New Jersey? [<-- careful what you wish for!! but places seem better when the company's decent... we made a fun day out of driving around to see the Assiest Bits Of Assy New Jersey.]
Anyhow. I'm feeling a bit gooshy as a human being just now, which is why I figured I couldn't write about this last night. I'm too gooshy still. So I'm trying not to write or think about it too much, because it's just too nauseating to be very 'me'. I've been the sardonically independent single chick who's bitter when it's funny and ostentatiously doesn't give a shit for ... what, my entire adolescent/adult life now, except for a one-year break when I was eighteen, and for like a month sophomore year. I mean, really. I've only been with ... five people now, if you count each and every one of them... and so far i've only been one person's real actual 'girlfriend' as stated as such etc and introduced to the parents (though that was a bit weird, since she'd only just come out as a lesbian and if her parents got pissy and told the school, we'd both be expelled) and so on and so forth. I've only ever told one person I loved them, in the sort of romantic-love kinda thing.
So, it's just not my thing, and I've always been OK with that.
What's different now? Nothing, really... we haven't discussed how "together" we are, or anything like that; there have been no labels applied, no official status invoked, no plans for the future made, no nothing. I'm not counting on this to be A Real Honest Relationship To Last The Ages. Nothing like that. I just wanna see him again, and soon, and repeatedly. I said I wanted to keep him and he said I could. :-D So, as you may notice, I'm pleased, and probably come across as totally smug and mooney, so I'm trying to keep from talking about it too much. With the end result being that my family has no idea, as usual. And so I haven't talked to anybody about it. Bummer. Babbling's half the fun. Hence Livejournal...
So I put this behind a cut so you wouldn't all have to cope with my mooning about, unless you asked for it. And you asked for it. Ha-ha. Gotcha!!
yeah, also went to the dermatologist today. it was informative... my hands suck, and always will, it seems, but at least i have fascinating new prescriptions. Never realized that cortisone is a steroid. Duh, of course it is. So using it in concentrated doses, as I have been for six years now for my God-damned fucking hands, is probably not going to be good for me forever. So I got a strong but non-steroid thing to try. We'll see. What fucking ever. Maybe.
Oh, my week in New Jersey/New York:
excellent. Excellent. In a thoroughly excellent way.
I didn't find a job. I didn't look that hard, I admit. I sort of halfheartedly tried, and then... nah. Didn't.
Finally met![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
eggplantia5, saw leopard_lady for her birthday, met antheia and assorted other friends of neopanda, who remains absent and un-heard-from.
It was quite nice. [leopard_lady thought dave was mad-sexy, which pleased me illogically.]
Also, hot. So hot as to be life-threatening, in various instances. No really, I swear I thought I was going to die of heatstroke. Eughhhh.
Got blisters too.
Saw fireworks through the skyscrapers of manhattan. disturbingly, it looked like NYC was being shelled by artillery. I miss the days when the thought of NYC under attack was implausible.
Now I'm sounding like a drama queen. I should stop.
OK. Good night.
my grandma was in a car accident this past weekend. she was driving probably too soon after her cataract surgery, and she didn't see an oncoming car and turned left in front of it. She broke six ribs, where the seatbelt held her and kept her from cracking right out the windshield and probably killing herself. The car she hit was driven by an eighty-three year-old man, who was unhurt. Her car is totaled.
Fiona and I visited her today. She was chipper and sharp and on top of things, as she usually is, but in severe pain. She can't sit up, lie down, stand up, move about, or breathe without awful pain. She's dealing with it, in her pragmatic way, but it's certainly not easy for her.
I'm feeling like a doof; I tried to get $40 from a Thruway ATM and accidentally typed in an extra zero, and then when I tried to cancel it, totally hit the wrong buttons. So I'm figuring out how to get all this damn cash back into my account. It's really annoying. Ah well.
I had a lovely week in Jersey City, and didn't want to come home. I want a place of my own, desperately. Dave's apartment is sweet; he hasn't decorated it much, or moved in yet for that matter (he's only been there since August...), but it's got tons of character, and it's a nice little place. I had to restrain myself. If I lived there, there would be plants in every window including the bathroom, a couple of bookshelves full of strange strange things, christmas lights around the bedroom, tasteful drapes and such, squooshy carpets in the bedroom, etc. ... I love arranging and decorating apartments. I liked being there, though, despite the fits of manic design-craving. I also liked being with Dave. he's a lot of fun and is one of the few people that deals well with how weird I am. Sure he gets weirded out by me, but he's just as weird, and he seems to be pretty chill with it all. He's mastered the art of Zen goofiness. He's the first person in a while that I've hung out with that I felt neither older than nor younger than, neither superior nor inferior to-- I just felt like we were on the same level. I dunno why. I felt like we had similar opinions of each other; I wasn't doing him any particular favor by gracing him with my presence, and I wasn't hanging on his coat-tails as long as it amused him. Just... everything felt... mutual. Very nice.
He also has the most beautiful green eyes I've ever seen, which I'd never noticed before, in all the time I'd known him. Isn't that strange?
Oh that last line sounded gooshy. Man. Like, right out of a cheesy Young Adult-category Coming Of Age romancey-funny kind of novel. I hate those. Ew ew ew.
So OK, I like his butt. Is that better?
And he drove me home from New Jersey in awful traffic. Good boy. I must bake him cookies. Or something.
So when can I go back to New Jersey? [<-- careful what you wish for!! but places seem better when the company's decent... we made a fun day out of driving around to see the Assiest Bits Of Assy New Jersey.]
Anyhow. I'm feeling a bit gooshy as a human being just now, which is why I figured I couldn't write about this last night. I'm too gooshy still. So I'm trying not to write or think about it too much, because it's just too nauseating to be very 'me'. I've been the sardonically independent single chick who's bitter when it's funny and ostentatiously doesn't give a shit for ... what, my entire adolescent/adult life now, except for a one-year break when I was eighteen, and for like a month sophomore year. I mean, really. I've only been with ... five people now, if you count each and every one of them... and so far i've only been one person's real actual 'girlfriend' as stated as such etc and introduced to the parents (though that was a bit weird, since she'd only just come out as a lesbian and if her parents got pissy and told the school, we'd both be expelled) and so on and so forth. I've only ever told one person I loved them, in the sort of romantic-love kinda thing.
So, it's just not my thing, and I've always been OK with that.
What's different now? Nothing, really... we haven't discussed how "together" we are, or anything like that; there have been no labels applied, no official status invoked, no plans for the future made, no nothing. I'm not counting on this to be A Real Honest Relationship To Last The Ages. Nothing like that. I just wanna see him again, and soon, and repeatedly. I said I wanted to keep him and he said I could. :-D So, as you may notice, I'm pleased, and probably come across as totally smug and mooney, so I'm trying to keep from talking about it too much. With the end result being that my family has no idea, as usual. And so I haven't talked to anybody about it. Bummer. Babbling's half the fun. Hence Livejournal...
So I put this behind a cut so you wouldn't all have to cope with my mooning about, unless you asked for it. And you asked for it. Ha-ha. Gotcha!!
yeah, also went to the dermatologist today. it was informative... my hands suck, and always will, it seems, but at least i have fascinating new prescriptions. Never realized that cortisone is a steroid. Duh, of course it is. So using it in concentrated doses, as I have been for six years now for my God-damned fucking hands, is probably not going to be good for me forever. So I got a strong but non-steroid thing to try. We'll see. What fucking ever. Maybe.
Oh, my week in New Jersey/New York:
excellent. Excellent. In a thoroughly excellent way.
I didn't find a job. I didn't look that hard, I admit. I sort of halfheartedly tried, and then... nah. Didn't.
Finally met
eggplantia5, saw leopard_lady for her birthday, met antheia and assorted other friends of neopanda, who remains absent and un-heard-from. It was quite nice. [
leopard_lady thought dave was mad-sexy, which pleased me illogically.]Also, hot. So hot as to be life-threatening, in various instances. No really, I swear I thought I was going to die of heatstroke. Eughhhh.
Got blisters too.
Saw fireworks through the skyscrapers of manhattan. disturbingly, it looked like NYC was being shelled by artillery. I miss the days when the thought of NYC under attack was implausible.
Now I'm sounding like a drama queen. I should stop.
OK. Good night.
My professional opinion
- Dave
Re: My professional opinion
Date: 2002-07-09 11:08 am (UTC)just in general?
I suppose it takes one to know one.
;p
Re: My professional opinion
Date: 2002-07-09 05:07 pm (UTC)Re: My professional opinion
Date: 2002-07-10 08:59 am (UTC)Dude, what's wrong with you?
Re: My professional opinion
Date: 2002-07-10 09:30 am (UTC)They just drink a lot ;)
Re: My professional opinion
- Dave
Re: My professional opinion
Date: 2002-07-11 06:49 pm (UTC)