bigotry; smilies; liberals; extreme
mentalists; entitlements; big
I am sick to death of erectile dysfunction, pass the tampons please
Conversations in Passing...
4:46 p.m. - Friday, Nov. 03, 2006
Conversations in Passing… …or what passes for conversation
Remember last year when we were in the throes of immature teenage boy issues? He wanted someone to take him to and fro, give him money, let him do whatever he wanted, but let's just skip the part about chores and school and responsibility. We actually had a day where five minutes after telling me "You're not my mother. I don't have to listen to you." he was asking me to sign a parental consent form that he needed for school. Well yesterday was total déjà vu for me!
As further evidence of the emotional immaturity of the love of my life, I offer you this exchange:
Her: Can you help me bring in a table?
Me: ,,,gives 'the look' from my perch atop a chair where I am vainly trying to start the pendulum on a clock
Her: It's a yes or no question.
Me: No. I'm not a buffet where you can pick what you want and leave what you don't. I'm a package deal. You take me all or you get nothing.
Listening to: a crackling fire
Smelling: wood smoke
STILL Reading: william least heat~moon prairyerth
last five reads
kim dearth the compassion of dogs alice randall the wind done gone joyce maynard at home in the world linda howard kiss me while i sleep brad metzler the zero game