March 16th, 2006

Were there monkeys?

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Things one should never say to a Dom but I pop out with anyway because I have no filter and am a masochist and and and yeah:

*shows pictures of severely bruised booty to Dom who noted how quickly her marks faded the one time they played: "See, I *do* mark. You just have to try harder. :)"
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    silly silly

Name the baby!

My new laptop is as yet nameless. Right now, we're just calling her "The Baby". Which simply won't do.

So. Help me name the baby! Suggestions?
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    dorky dorky


* I hate having songs stuck in my head.... doubly so if they're sad songs. They color my mood; they make me turn inward, slow me. I wrote about "Colorblind" by Counting Crows not long ago; doing that helped me exorcise it. There's a character that goes with that one.

But there's no character that goes with "Sunday" by Trish Murphy. So I'm sitting on the couch, just sort of thinking inward, with her melancholy "And the cop orders the New York club/so the waitress steps around the blood/the last remaining sliver of/some south-flying dream..." on endless loop.

I will be surprised if any of you even know that song. Heh.

* Had physical therapy today, which means no nap. Got very little done today. Still with the not-writing.

* MRI of wrist tomorrow; hopefully they'll be able to fix the damn thing soon.

* Finally blew up my chef-in-a-box and Ascended today. Am a Sauceror this time.

* Split ends. Must get haircut.

* When we leave this place.... I am jettisoning so much stuff.

* I want to leave this place.

* The last remaining sliver of some south-flying dream...

* I'm going to go watch Boondocks now.
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    melancholy melancholy
Talthar Kithrayna

Shayara. Sara. (And that's all she wanted to say right now.)

I love him.

I don't want to. Not after what happened the last time, and not with the knowledge I have now. Not with what I have to do...

Stupid heart. It never has listened to logic.

This is number three. The husband I left on a Greyhound bus. The lover I left in the desert.

Joseph is the third man I have loved. And as soon as I realized I loved him, I began wondering how I was going to leave him.