Dawn's Digression.
Wednesday, May 15, 2002
The thing is, I'm depressed. I've had a lot of nasty stuff going on since I moved in with the Commissioner. The shit won't stop. And just when I had had enough and I asked her, "Could I possibly be shit on any more?", a dump truck pulled into the driveway and unloaded a ton of dung on the front lawn. I'm not going to say The Commissioner (TC) is nearly as miserable as I am, although she may well be.
The first two days we were there together were awful. Just nasty. Then all the sudden things were kinda peachy. For awhile. Then, suddenly, she started annoying me. It started with the smoking. I knew she smoked before I moved in. It was described as "only when I drink". FALSE. I just want to run up to her, grab her by the ears and yell "LIAR!" over and over again. I hate cigarette smoke. It is disgusting. And for any of you smokers out there who think you can brush your teeth and we can't taste it, you're wrong! Brush your teeth all day if you want. We can still taste the smoke. And it is gross. I think right now, I'll not say much else about that. It really pisses me off.
Then, May 1, I find out someone has stolen checks I ordered from the mail, and has been writing checks against my account. Isn't that lovely? Yeah, real lovely. Now I have no money. Or even LESS money than before. Today is the 15th, and the issue still isn't resolved, and I still don't have my money back.
TC and I are scheduled to visit Ruby & Robin in Boston in a little over two weeks. But we've made no reservations/flight arrangements. How can I when I have no money?
Peanut, my princess kitty, is quite ill. She has a disease which is communicable to our well kitties. She cannot live with us. I'm having her retested today, and should know tomorrow her fate.
LeChat, Rach's cat, is still sick. And quite thin. He's lost yet more weight.
Hardly a day goes by that TC and I don't have a falling out. And geez, I know it's not all her. It takes two. But damn, if that woman isn't moody. When she walks in the front door, I don't speak to her. I wait for her to talk to me so I can see what kind of mood she is in. And I see so much of myself in her. The whole moody/angry thing. That was me before. But you know what, I didn't like it in me. And now I'm realizing I don't like it in her, either. Maybe I should encourage the smoking to relax her. Hell, maybe I ought to buy her a barrel of whiskey.
The first two days we were there together were awful. Just nasty. Then all the sudden things were kinda peachy. For awhile. Then, suddenly, she started annoying me. It started with the smoking. I knew she smoked before I moved in. It was described as "only when I drink". FALSE. I just want to run up to her, grab her by the ears and yell "LIAR!" over and over again. I hate cigarette smoke. It is disgusting. And for any of you smokers out there who think you can brush your teeth and we can't taste it, you're wrong! Brush your teeth all day if you want. We can still taste the smoke. And it is gross. I think right now, I'll not say much else about that. It really pisses me off.
Then, May 1, I find out someone has stolen checks I ordered from the mail, and has been writing checks against my account. Isn't that lovely? Yeah, real lovely. Now I have no money. Or even LESS money than before. Today is the 15th, and the issue still isn't resolved, and I still don't have my money back.
TC and I are scheduled to visit Ruby & Robin in Boston in a little over two weeks. But we've made no reservations/flight arrangements. How can I when I have no money?
Peanut, my princess kitty, is quite ill. She has a disease which is communicable to our well kitties. She cannot live with us. I'm having her retested today, and should know tomorrow her fate.
LeChat, Rach's cat, is still sick. And quite thin. He's lost yet more weight.
Hardly a day goes by that TC and I don't have a falling out. And geez, I know it's not all her. It takes two. But damn, if that woman isn't moody. When she walks in the front door, I don't speak to her. I wait for her to talk to me so I can see what kind of mood she is in. And I see so much of myself in her. The whole moody/angry thing. That was me before. But you know what, I didn't like it in me. And now I'm realizing I don't like it in her, either. Maybe I should encourage the smoking to relax her. Hell, maybe I ought to buy her a barrel of whiskey.
Dawn, 9:33 AM
