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perzephone) wrote2009-07-02 02:17 pm
perzephone) wrote2009-07-02 02:17 pm
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All Your Base...
I ponied up the nerve & sent E a little 'howdy'...
He replied, "You can touch base anytime you want."
I read it & got all twitchy inside. Man, I have got to lose some weight! Fast!
I don't think I've ever felt quite this way about anyone, not even Eric. It's been pretty persistent, too. E's one of the few people whose name I remember from high school. I feel stupid about it, don't know why I've spent the past decade periodically searching for him. It's like, what was I going to do if I ever did catch up to him? Now that I have... I know all the things I'd like to do, but it feels bigger than just another one night stand for old times' sake.
It's going to be a long weekend - Rob's got a colonoscopy on Monday & he can't take his tranquilizer til about 72 hours after the procedure, since it's general anaesthesia. It's Chelsie's first 4th of July, so we may end up needing some doggy tranquilizer... and the house next door to us is a tinder-box due to all the dried grass in the yard. We've already been finding dead bottle rockets in the back yard of our house.
Something I'm going to do, just for shits & giggles, is get some sidewalk chalk & color my back yard walls this weekend. I'd really like to paint it with bright Minoan-esque mosaics, full of dolphins & octopi and bull dancers, but Rob keeps whining that the walls are community property & we can't modify them. He can't whine too much about sidewalk chalk.
Yeah, I'm fucking tired of my husband. Running off to be with another man is not a viable solution to me. I'd rather run off & be with myself, but I'm broke & I can't drive. I'm aimless, directionless & 35 fucking years old... and I'm really, really tired.
He replied, "You can touch base anytime you want."
I read it & got all twitchy inside. Man, I have got to lose some weight! Fast!
I don't think I've ever felt quite this way about anyone, not even Eric. It's been pretty persistent, too. E's one of the few people whose name I remember from high school. I feel stupid about it, don't know why I've spent the past decade periodically searching for him. It's like, what was I going to do if I ever did catch up to him? Now that I have... I know all the things I'd like to do, but it feels bigger than just another one night stand for old times' sake.
It's going to be a long weekend - Rob's got a colonoscopy on Monday & he can't take his tranquilizer til about 72 hours after the procedure, since it's general anaesthesia. It's Chelsie's first 4th of July, so we may end up needing some doggy tranquilizer... and the house next door to us is a tinder-box due to all the dried grass in the yard. We've already been finding dead bottle rockets in the back yard of our house.
Something I'm going to do, just for shits & giggles, is get some sidewalk chalk & color my back yard walls this weekend. I'd really like to paint it with bright Minoan-esque mosaics, full of dolphins & octopi and bull dancers, but Rob keeps whining that the walls are community property & we can't modify them. He can't whine too much about sidewalk chalk.
Yeah, I'm fucking tired of my husband. Running off to be with another man is not a viable solution to me. I'd rather run off & be with myself, but I'm broke & I can't drive. I'm aimless, directionless & 35 fucking years old... and I'm really, really tired.