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I return, a little more tired, a little more sore, with more color, and more stressed than I was a half an hour ago.

I'm tired. I have a slight tan on arms and face and feet, the only parts I would let be exposed to the sun. (I have to admit though, sitting on the beach at Venice, making a sandcastle while sucking on a cherry sucker and watching my Niece and Nephew in the ocean was fun.) They're gone now. Mom left Sunday. Sis and "kids" left today. I miss them.

My Sister asked me if I was Bi. I told her "Yes." She was okay with it. She said she's known for awhile now. (Even before I thought she would have known. Family. They always know and they always ignore it until it's smacking them in the face.) My Mom also knows where I work and what it is. She's okay with it too, or so she says. I hate that town. Don't. Don't even think of moving back. Don't. Not yet. I have to live.

A half an hour ago the doorbell rang and we were handed a Notice of Rent Increase. Guess how much? Almost $400.00 ($200 a piece). This is stressful. This is a throwback to the old days of "How am I going to pay bills, rent, car repairs" Speaking of which, I have a car payment to make now, I will soon be poor. It was nice while it lasted. I don't know how I feel about this though. I will most certainly have to move out, as I will not pay almost $700 a month to live with someone I don't want to live with. I might as well use this as an escape route. Maybe this is a good thing, but it's hard to see through the anxiety. The anxiety that I feed on....gargh, interrupted train of thought by Christopher who wanted to know if I did anything to fix my board as Spookyland is down, alas, I did not.

So yes, I crave chaos. I hate it and I love it. It makes me feel horrible and useful, makes me grab hold of the reins and take control again, makes the sea churn so that I can calm it on my own.

This would all be so much easier if I weren't alone.
I can handle pretty much anything, without resulting in depression, if I have someone.
So needy, so stubborn, so unsure and unhappy...for now.

Re: Moo

Date: 2001-08-08 11:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fallencathedral.livejournal.com
Nope, don't think we've met. Unless you're the one who has been stalking me...

*nervous laugh*

Date: 2001-08-09 12:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] blustocking.livejournal.com
Ohhhh, no, no, no...not me...nope...heheh....certainly not......nope.
*whistles, looks around, and runs*

;)

Re: *nervous laugh*

Date: 2001-08-09 12:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fallencathedral.livejournal.com
Naw...I could never be this lucky. I'm probably being stalked by some smelly old man...not a cute girl. Damn you all!!!

*stalk stalk*

Date: 2001-08-09 12:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] blustocking.livejournal.com
You're right. My real name is Buford and I only have 2 of my teef left. I own 3 pickup trucks, but only one runs. The other two are sitting on blocks in my front yard. I have 15 youngins and 3 wives, 2 of which are first cousins. I drink Pabst Blue Ribbon and chew A LOT of tobaccy.

You are so turned on now, aren't you?
Gimme a kiss. *pucker*


Pfft, yer the one who's probably some skeezy old man. Yeah, I see you, sitting there whackin' off to Animal Planet. That's just wrong man.

Re: *stalk stalk*

Date: 2001-08-09 12:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fallencathedral.livejournal.com
Mmmm...Pabst Blue Ribbon

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