Nothing to say, nothing to share. I guess if I really was to think about it I could come up with something, anything but I think I'm just going to finish my laundry and watch "The Shield."
Not that I have any recollection of this whatsoever.
After a lovely dinner out on Friday... well the weekend was pretty much a bust.
Felt like shit (emphasis on shit) yesterday and didn't do crap (get it??). I slept alot,watched "Little Children" which was good (although a bit long for my taste) and about a bazillion episodes of General Hospital (Note to Sam: Shut the Fuck Up With Your Crying Already). Today was all about taking care of the bullshit chores that never seem to end. And of course, watching the Yanks (and the ensuing circus that accompanies the return of Roger Clemens).
Of note: got a nice email back from HS Sweetie. Suprisingly, because I thought my missive to him was a little "out there" ....
Just wondering, is this the longest regular season postgame show ever?
Happy 12th birthday to a wonderful kid... my buddy
If you recall (and you must because I'm having problems linking - it was in Feb.) a few months ago I wrote about receiving an email from the HS sweetheart and not being sure how to respond to him -- so I didn't. And yesterday I got an email from him wondering why I didn't respond.
This is what I came up with:
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Why It’s Taken Me So Long To Respond To Your E-Mail
At first, I was really pissed at you. I cheated on you ONCE. ONE TIME. I didn’t even have sex with him. I can't believe you brought that up. 26 years later.
“I was no angel either” -- well then I was really pissed at you. Of course, I realize we are talking ancient history, water under the bridge, blah, blah.
For the record (and I looked this up in my diary from 1980) – we broke up months before I got with Brendan. And if it makes you feel any better, I cheated on him too (with his best friend no less) (which he totally forgave me for).
Then you really fucked me up by asking “how did my life turn out?” I was trying to answer and it got me to thinking, and man, did I get depressed. The more I thought about it, the worse I felt. So I did what I normally do when I don’t like something. I ignored it and hoped it would go away. Which it did. But I you were kind enough to answer my questions so I shall answer yours.
It’s funny that you said I was always driven and pretty much got what I wanted. . The truth is I never truly knew what I wanted. Still don’t. I know what I don’t want and go from there. Which, I know is totally ass backwards.
I was involved with someone for a very long time, someone I cared for and loved very much. Unfortunately he loved his drugs a little more than he loved me. Even after we weren’t romantically involved anymore we were very close until he died in 1996. I’ve found it hard to truly connect with anyone else since.
My parents died 6 years ago, 3 months apart. That was a very hard time in my life. Despite my rebellious teen years I was very close with them and still grieve their loss. My mother was a huge pain in my ass and what I wouldn’t give to hear her nag me once more.
Up until this past fall I had a job that I truly enjoyed and was good at. I was there for a long time; now I know I stayed too long. My company was sold and merged with several other magazines. I still have a job, but no longer have my job. I was demoted and hate it. HATE IT.
Now you know my sad tale of woe. Please don’t get me wrong – it’s not like I’m about to jump off a bridge. There are plenty of happy times and bright moments. It’s just that when I examine the choices I’ve made and think about all the people that are gone from my life it freaks me the hell out.
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Wow. This weekend MSCL celebrates it's 2ND birthday. The terrible two's. In honor of this auspicious occasion I'm NOT going to write about the Yankees and how much they suck right now. Instead, I give you... Sweet Baby James.
There is a young cowboy he lives on the range
His horse and his cattle are his only companions
He works in the saddle and he sleeps in the canyons
Waiting for summer, his pastures to change
And as the moon rises he sits by his fire
Thinking about women and glasses of beer
And closing his eyes as the doggies retire
He sings out a song which is soft but its clear
As if maybe someone could hear
(chorus)
Goodnight you moonlight ladies
Rockabye sweet baby James
Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose
Wont you let me go down in my dreams
And rockabye sweet baby James
Now the first of December was covered with snow
And so was the turnpike from stockbridge to boston
Lord, the Berkshires seemed dream-like on account of that frosting
With ten miles behind me and ten thousand more to go
There's a song that they sing when they take to the highway
A song that they sing when they take to the sea
A song that they sing of their home in the sky
Maybe you can believe it if it helps you to sleep
But singing works just fine for me
Out of all the song lyrics in the world why the hell is this floating around in my head?
Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette je te plumerai
Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette je te plumerai
Je te plumerai la tête
Je te plumerai la tête
Et la tête, et la tête
Alouette, Alouette
O-o-o-o-oh
Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette je te plumerai
Lilacs are in bloom
homeless men urinating
springtime in new york
The sun is shining
girls in their flip flops are out
get out of my way
