2001:September:25
2001
Oh god. I'm so razzed right now. Ahhhhhh. Lil'Marbles has been quite the difficult pill taker. Kent came over and tried to help, but she scratched him (he didn't really go into it with the right attitude). So then I decided to be a woman about it and do it myself (Mark's on some for the money only film job). After three tries, I smoked some of the emergency pot (no one really ASKED me to save it). Yeah, the f-ing internet harhars were really funny (try doing a search for "cat pill" and you get silly f-ing frustration funniness).
Sometimes I write offline and edit what I write. These are the e-mails I write from work. Because I have a dial-up modem, I can't tie up the line, so I have to write on Word and then cut and paste into this. Tonight, obviously, I'm just typing whilst on the 'puter. We have a cable modem. I am married to a techno-geek. Our friend Kent, when he was first getting to know Mark, once almost called him a computer geek and then quickly changed it to computer "expert" (because "geek" was tooo dorky implying).
I did a searing expose of [the man who shall remain unnamed] today, but I chickened out posting it. Basically, it said that he's at the racetrack like the rest of us and he's in the starting gate stall whining about how everyone else........hmmmm that just won't translate well... basically I said that he was emananting negativity and that if he continues to do this his whole life, he'll only get negativity. .....and that he gets what he gets from life.... and that one CAN decide to stop being negative...although it's sooooooooo comfortable to wallow in the negative.
I also did a "I hate the film industry although I used to love it" essay saying how f-ing deluded certain smug f-bait..... but I deleted it as it seemed boring. (oh sooooooo boring dahlink..Doan we havf any more champagne?). Basically I said, F-this shit. I'd rather have a poor (financially) husband than have a life where the only way either of us would be fulfilled is if our needs happened to correspond with the times Mark was off work. In other words, if I need Mark this week or if I needed him last week, that's just tough shit for me. I'll have to make another appointment. As Mark is miserable being a genius-shitboy, I totally from this day forward am encouraging him to transfer out of the freelance world. I need the love! He needs the love! I'm from the family that ate cornflakes or potato soup for dinner every week because they were poor. We'll make it! The far more important thing is laughing.
Farscape is on in fifteen minutes. I hate Xena. I'm getting off my year-long tv kick. The only good shows are Farscape, Decorators Challenge, Family guy, and those AMAZING glimpses into some bizarre world that E! and the other women channels give (once I saw this bit about plastic surgery on the E! channel, and I'm still fascinatingly haunted by it. You'd have to see it to understand). I missed the first episode of Enterprise, but my standards are very high now that I've seen Farscape (even old Star Trek seems MERELY nostalgic).
Girl, I talk toooo much. Girl I never shut up.
FINALLY.
