Losin’ It

So, it’s official. I’ve lost my mind.

It’s been a pretty stressful couple of weeks around here, and things are about to get pretty hectic, so my mind has been in many places at once. It also happens to be a time when every event that we’ve been saving up to see is now occurring. Over the past week, there were tickets to Warhol, tickets to two comedy shows, tickets to a theatrical show and tickets to a concert all getting delivered to the house.

Also I should note that I smacked my forehead. Twice. In twelve hours. The first time I was carrying glasses into the kitchen. My hands were full so I didn’t turn on the light. I leaned forward too far placing them on the counter and hit my head on the corner of the cabinet. Just smacked right into it, right at the top of my forehead. Man, did that hurt. No bruise, just intense pain.

Then in the shower the next morning I dropped my razor. I spun around too quickly to retrieve it and smacked my forehead on the corner of the shower door, right in the same place. I’m sure even Little Drummer Boy next door heard my wailing, sounding like Sissy Spacek at the beginning of Carrie.

Now I’ve got a very faint bruise, but my head is killing me. Keep that in mind, okay?

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It's Who You Know

there’s always more

You know someone…

Or you think you do. How do you know when you really know someone? How do you know when that person has let you in, really in, all the way in so that you’re comfortable and secure and happy and ready for anything? Do you know enough? Do you know just enough to get by? How much do you want to know? When he looks at you and says the last thing you ever expected to hear– are you shocked? Or does it intrigue you? Do you want to know more or less?

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Whhhe-hew.

i think my eyelids just melted. (Spoilers inside for High Fidelity, so watch out.)

Hot.

Not like, “Oh, it’s warm outside, you might want to put on some shorts and sandals.” It’s like, “What are you doing wearing clothes, are you crazy?” hot. Hot. HOT.

They (and I love calling them ‘They,’ by the way) – they say it’s going to stay at least 100 degrees every day for the next two weeks.

That’s uncalled for.

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Fuck Jill

and eric gets to do the “i told you so” dance

[scripty]
PAMIE
Ooh! Look! A present for me!

ERIC
What is it?

PAMIE
“Buena Vista Social Club”

ERIC
There must be some mistake. That’s obviously for me.

PAMIE
No. It’s for me. See? It says so right here.

ERIC
But it’s really for me.

PAMIE
He doesn’t even know you, Eric. It’s for me.

ERIC
But you’re gonna hate it.

PAMIE
You don’t know.

ERIC
I know.

PAMIE
You don’t.

ERIC
You might as well just give it to me, because you’re gonna hate it.

PAMIE
It’s my gift, dammit. I’m keeping it.

ERIC
Whatever. You’ll give it to me tomorrow.

PAMIE
Don’t be so smug. I’m taking it to work tomorrow.

ERIC
Tomorrow night, then. Whenever you hear it first.

PAMIE
Think you know so much.

The next day.

PAMIE
Hello?

ERIC
Whasssssup?

PAMIE
Hi.

ERIC
What’s that you’re listening to in the background?

PAMIE
You know what the problem is with the Buena Vista Social Club?

ERIC
(stifling laugh)
What’s that, baby?

PAMIE
It sounds like I’m in line at Fiesta Texas.

ERIC
Uh-huh.

PAMIE
All waiting for my turn on the Dungeon Drop.

ERIC
I told you you’d hate it.

PAMIE
And it’s not like the good time that you have waiting in line, either. It’s like that time when all you can hear is the music because it’s all hot and shit. And everyone you’re with is so hot that they’ve stopped talking to each other because that takes too much energy, so you’re all just leaning on the rails waiting for your three seconds of ride and you’re shirt is sticking to you and you’re cranky and there’s lemon ice all sticky on your hands and shit.

ERIC
Baby. Why did he send you Buena Vista Social Club, anyway?

PAMIE
I think it was on my wish list.

ERIC
Had you heard them before?

PAMIE
(ultra-pouty)
No.

ERIC
So, why did you put it on your wish list, then?

PAMIE
It’s a cool name.

ERIC
Oh, baby.

PAMIE
Omar said they were good.

ERIC
You wanted it because it was a good name?

PAMIE
Omar tricked me.

ERIC
Most critically acclaimed album of the year and you’re equating it to amusement park Tejano.

PAMIE
I’m all getting kicked in the shins by kids waiting for the Sky Screamer.

ERIC
Yeah. Go back to your Britney Spears album and leave the real music to the rest of us, okay?

PAMIE
Maybe I will.

ERIC
So, can I have it now?

PAMIE
Not until you replace the Macy Gray CD that you lost.

ERIC
I owe you a CD, okay? What would you like?

PAMIE
“Hooray for Boobies.”

ERIC
Of course you do.
[/scripty]

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footprints

and lack of sleep

I’m exhausted.

Last night was the worst. I think in the beginning of the evening I was talking in my sleep, and I believe Eric and I had a conversation about him escaping from El Salvador because he was considered evil. Shortly thereafter a car alarm went off. And not those nice, polite car alarms where the guy goes running out in the rain apologizing and turning off the little chirps. It was one of those alarms that gives you the total bedlum. WEEE-OOOH! WEEE-OOOH! WEEE-OOOOH! WAAH! WAAH! WAAH! WAAH! PrrrrIIIII! PrrrrrIIIII! PrrrrIIII! WooooOOOOOOOIIEEEE! WooooOOOOOOOIIEEEE! WooooOOOOOOOIIEEEE! WooooOOOOOOOIIEEEE! Piiiiooooooouuuuu! Piiiiooooooouuuuu! Piiiiooooooouuuuu! Piiiiooooooouuuuu! WEE! WEE! WEE! WEE! WEE!

And then it would shut off. I’d put my head back on the pillow.

WEEE-OOOH! WEEE-OOOH! WEEE-OOOOH! WAAH! WAAH! WAAH! WAAH! PrrrrIIIII! PrrrrrIIIII! PrrrrIIII! WooooOOOOOOOIIEEEE! WooooOOOOOOOIIEEEE! WooooOOOOOOOIIEEEE! WooooOOOOOOOIIEEEE! Piiiiooooooouuuuu! Piiiiooooooouuuuu! Piiiiooooooouuuuu! Piiiiooooooouuuuu! WEE! WEE! WEE! WEE! WEE!

Eric would get up to shut the window, but the alarm would stop. He’d stare at the window for a second, decide it was all over, and get back into bed.

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and then we…

i’ll let eric finish that up for you.

Because I had to write yesterday’s entry three times, I forgot this link to Jette’s account of last week.

So, we have a funnel cat.

We took Cal to the vet and they took one look at his Upper Respiratory Infection and his pinkeye and they slapped a funnel around his head. It’s the saddest and funniest thing ever. The cat tries to walk backwards. He slams his head into things. Because he’s missing a tail his balance is already off, so he keeps slamming his head into things and then falling over. It got to be too damn sad last night after he got so depressed about hitting his head that he just stopped moving. So, we took off the funnel and just watched him to make sure he didn’t rub his pinkeye.

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if

fantasizing about illness and marriage

Eric is sick. He’s got something like a bad allergy attack and the flu. He never gets sick, maybe just once a year, so I don’t really know how to make him feel better. He just keeps sleeping. I buy juice.

It’s different around the house with him sick. I get tired. I start feeling sick as well. I felt the same way when Lillith was ill. I stayed home quite a bit with her. I couldn’t stay home today with Eric, but my thoughts are with him.

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i lived with john travolta

and why i hate samantha mathis

I’ve lived with many famous people. It’s not something well known, and not something I brag about. Okay, I rarely tell a soul. Because if I tell you why or how I lived with these people, you may leave.

Or at least laugh.

But I want to be honest with you, my dear readers, so here goes….

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