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Sunday, December 12, 2004

The stench of yesterday... 

so i'd have to say yesterday wasn't one of the best days. actually, it was pretty shitty in the emotional department. lots of drama was dredged up and i had to try to reason with some people who are entirely too sensitive and stubborn. the type where it is possible to look at them wrong and never hear the end of it. so there was this argument where i was tiptoeing on eggshells, and in return got a polite and respectful "i just ain't gonna change it" response. at least i didn't evoke the wrath that happens if you step on the hidden minefield. that in itself was a huge blessing. this conversation needed to be done. and apparently i did as well as i could, although i'm a little worried that the last thing i said sent it over the top... i'll find out this afternoon, i guess. so anyway, all that shit made me really emotional. poor mayhem had to try to console me. for the most part he's excellent at that. every once in a while, his ADD will kick in and he'll forget that saying or doing something would be inappropriate at that moment. but he tries to be in touch with what's ok and not ok.

he tried to get me out of the house, but since i would randomly just tear up, i didn't feel up to public humiliation. we did get air in my tires, though. FINALLY! i have been asking him to go with me to put more air in the front tires for probably 3 months now. not exaggerating. i think i was needed a little top off ever since i moved into this apartment. one of them recently had just gotten so bad that i was worried about driving it another week all the way to work and back. so thankfully all of that is taken care of now. and today will be a better day... unless the last thing i did last night really fucked things up. but as long as that didn't happen, then today should be a better day. love you guys!


question: would you ever marry a professional sports player? for either answer: why?


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