All great truths begin as blasphemies.
George Bernard Shaw
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There is nothing to read here. The content is over there, to your right.
I may, however, at some point, put something here. Some day. Eventually. No pressure.
another day another dollar x4
It's Sunday.
I've done nothing today. I've thought nothing today.
So far so good.
The men are outside, doing manly things. Installing motion-sensor lights, I believe.
This makes me happy. I need them to be gone, for just a little while. I'm in a bad mood for no reason and I don't want to take it out on them.
Of course, my poor mood won't be noticed because when M. and Manling spend any amount of time together, the result is fireworks. It's a father-son relationship quirk, I believe. M. will come in, ranting about how Manling (and all boys Manling's age) are lazy, don't know anything about work ethic, have no respect for anyone or anything.. which will evolve into "What are they teaching kids in school these days anyway? He doesn't know a philips head from a robinson..." rant rant rave rave.
Ok. heh. I'm a terrible person, but I feel better knowing I'm not going to come off looking as the grumpy one this afternoon.
It's a sad fact but volatility makes me feel more alive.
more later.
Just reread that last line and I accept it as a character flaw. I'm cool with that.
Good debate, heated arguments, angry sex, it's all pretty good with me.
Just got my ass handed to me in online crib. Crap. I'm a good sport (as one who learns to be when one is terrible at cards) but losing to someone with the handle "*~Kitten Cuddler~*" just makes me feel ill.
I'm sure I'm reacting to some prejudice I acquired somewhere at some point in the past.. I just don't know what it is.
And I'm not entirely sure I care right now.
I feel apathy lurking.
more later
ugh. I ate too much. I hate this heavy, lethargic feeling. I suppose I shouldn't complain much, it is better than the snarky mood I was in earlier. Maybe my blood sugar was low?
I'm content now with my after dinner coffee and cigarette. No, I won't sleep well tonight, but fuck it.
And yeah, it's my second after-dinner cigarette, but still. The "after" smokes are always the best. After dinner, after a job well done, after.. well. Just after.
Smokers know.
Becoming a wee nostalgic over old photos. Trying to get them all scanned in for my mom but I find I get sidetracked by so many, remembering where, when, who, what.. and then I have to write something about in my journal. I don't know if I'm recapturing memories or creating them but it doesn't matter terribly, not in my journal.
So many snapshots from family vacations.. road trip to BC, every summer. Always west. I've only been across the Alberta-Saskatchewan border once, and that was on a summer trip with friends of the family. I spent the time in the back of a camper, so I couldn't even tell you about the sights.
But BC. BC is home. The moment I get near the Rockies, I get excited. Mountains are my gateway. To the past, to happier memories, to family.
Merritt, Logan Lake, New Denver, Clinton, Invermere, Vernon, Revelstoke, Golden, Cranbrook, Kamloops, Armstrong.. the list goes on. And I feel an affinity for all of them. Some I haven't been back to since I was a small child, but it's still there, that 'comfortableness' that comes with familiarity.
Like I say, it's the nostalgia-bite.
I want to go home.. Even for a few days.
soundtrack: Buddy Holly - "Peggy Sue"
I've done nothing today. I've thought nothing today.
So far so good.
The men are outside, doing manly things. Installing motion-sensor lights, I believe.
This makes me happy. I need them to be gone, for just a little while. I'm in a bad mood for no reason and I don't want to take it out on them.
Of course, my poor mood won't be noticed because when M. and Manling spend any amount of time together, the result is fireworks. It's a father-son relationship quirk, I believe. M. will come in, ranting about how Manling (and all boys Manling's age) are lazy, don't know anything about work ethic, have no respect for anyone or anything.. which will evolve into "What are they teaching kids in school these days anyway? He doesn't know a philips head from a robinson..." rant rant rave rave.
Ok. heh. I'm a terrible person, but I feel better knowing I'm not going to come off looking as the grumpy one this afternoon.
It's a sad fact but volatility makes me feel more alive.
more later.
Just reread that last line and I accept it as a character flaw. I'm cool with that.
Good debate, heated arguments, angry sex, it's all pretty good with me.
Just got my ass handed to me in online crib. Crap. I'm a good sport (as one who learns to be when one is terrible at cards) but losing to someone with the handle "*~Kitten Cuddler~*" just makes me feel ill.
I'm sure I'm reacting to some prejudice I acquired somewhere at some point in the past.. I just don't know what it is.
And I'm not entirely sure I care right now.
I feel apathy lurking.
more later
ugh. I ate too much. I hate this heavy, lethargic feeling. I suppose I shouldn't complain much, it is better than the snarky mood I was in earlier. Maybe my blood sugar was low?
I'm content now with my after dinner coffee and cigarette. No, I won't sleep well tonight, but fuck it.
And yeah, it's my second after-dinner cigarette, but still. The "after" smokes are always the best. After dinner, after a job well done, after.. well. Just after.
Smokers know.
Becoming a wee nostalgic over old photos. Trying to get them all scanned in for my mom but I find I get sidetracked by so many, remembering where, when, who, what.. and then I have to write something about in my journal. I don't know if I'm recapturing memories or creating them but it doesn't matter terribly, not in my journal.
So many snapshots from family vacations.. road trip to BC, every summer. Always west. I've only been across the Alberta-Saskatchewan border once, and that was on a summer trip with friends of the family. I spent the time in the back of a camper, so I couldn't even tell you about the sights.
But BC. BC is home. The moment I get near the Rockies, I get excited. Mountains are my gateway. To the past, to happier memories, to family.
Merritt, Logan Lake, New Denver, Clinton, Invermere, Vernon, Revelstoke, Golden, Cranbrook, Kamloops, Armstrong.. the list goes on. And I feel an affinity for all of them. Some I haven't been back to since I was a small child, but it's still there, that 'comfortableness' that comes with familiarity.
Like I say, it's the nostalgia-bite.
I want to go home.. Even for a few days.
soundtrack: Buddy Holly - "Peggy Sue"
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