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Let's rock over there now.
Feb. 5th, 2002 12:48 amA long weekend, an even longer day. I'm quite tired as I sit here, mashing the cut on on my tongue against my teeth to receive that small bit of pain that I do so crave.
The weekend:
The Wee One, The Engineer, and I made a pilgrimage to my most holy of Meccas...the Sanrio store. I've never been to one before. And I can so with all sincerity, I do SO miss my 35% off discount that I used to be the receipent of whilst I worked for Tower Books (we had a Hello Kitty rack). I need a Hello Kitty toaster. I do. I truly do. I didn't buy very much, only a checkbook cover, a pen, and a cutlery set for the office. But, I did also buy a (non Hello Kitty) black fleece hat with cat ears. With ear flaps, which are grand now that I have the tops of my ears pierced and they do so love to conduct the freezing cold. I shall have to take photos of this for your enjoyment, gentle reader.
Quote from the car ride up (hour and a half long):
Me (looking out the window at an enormous amount of trees): "Wow! Look at that tree!"
The Engineer: "Which one?"
Much rocking was to be had, despite the fact that Bohemian Rhapsody was sung during the ride home. I'm still not sure which disturbed me more. The fact that he was singing the song, or the fact that he knew all the lyrics.
The Wee One mostly giggled quite a lot, as is her wont.
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Sunday was quiet, except for the witchy type meeting. Three new members. And only one of them got on my nerves (even if it was just to a small extent). This meeting's discussion was "Left Hand Path vs. Right Hand Path". I seemed to be the token left hand path representative, much to my discomfort. I had to keep clarifying that having the views that I hold do not necessarily mean that I am one of them goat killing, horribly dressed Anton followers. I'm just very into taking care of my own needs before everyone else's. I don't hug bunnies, I don't hump unicorns. And I don't believe that I am a faerie princess.
Except for that time when I was five and I told everyone that I wanted to be a faerie when I grew up. With long blonde hair and blue wings. I was quite specific.
Anyway, the meeting went well. Much lively discussion was to be had. And we had a basically full house. Something that doesn't always happen very much, as of late.
This evening, the Engineer and I headed out to a diner for out-of-the-house-time. And our waitress was from outer space. She also knew some people who used to be aquaintences of mine. Something which I wasn't entirely pleased about, but I shrugged off any bad feelings. She seemed sweet enough, if a bit stoned and rambly. The Engineer felt that she was fascinated with me, to which I replied "I'm a people person. bwahahahahahahaha!"
heh
Now, I sit. And smoke. And don't wish to go to bed, despite the hour growing late as it always does.
The weekend:
The Wee One, The Engineer, and I made a pilgrimage to my most holy of Meccas...the Sanrio store. I've never been to one before. And I can so with all sincerity, I do SO miss my 35% off discount that I used to be the receipent of whilst I worked for Tower Books (we had a Hello Kitty rack). I need a Hello Kitty toaster. I do. I truly do. I didn't buy very much, only a checkbook cover, a pen, and a cutlery set for the office. But, I did also buy a (non Hello Kitty) black fleece hat with cat ears. With ear flaps, which are grand now that I have the tops of my ears pierced and they do so love to conduct the freezing cold. I shall have to take photos of this for your enjoyment, gentle reader.
Quote from the car ride up (hour and a half long):
Me (looking out the window at an enormous amount of trees): "Wow! Look at that tree!"
The Engineer: "Which one?"
Much rocking was to be had, despite the fact that Bohemian Rhapsody was sung during the ride home. I'm still not sure which disturbed me more. The fact that he was singing the song, or the fact that he knew all the lyrics.
The Wee One mostly giggled quite a lot, as is her wont.
---
Sunday was quiet, except for the witchy type meeting. Three new members. And only one of them got on my nerves (even if it was just to a small extent). This meeting's discussion was "Left Hand Path vs. Right Hand Path". I seemed to be the token left hand path representative, much to my discomfort. I had to keep clarifying that having the views that I hold do not necessarily mean that I am one of them goat killing, horribly dressed Anton followers. I'm just very into taking care of my own needs before everyone else's. I don't hug bunnies, I don't hump unicorns. And I don't believe that I am a faerie princess.
Except for that time when I was five and I told everyone that I wanted to be a faerie when I grew up. With long blonde hair and blue wings. I was quite specific.
Anyway, the meeting went well. Much lively discussion was to be had. And we had a basically full house. Something that doesn't always happen very much, as of late.
This evening, the Engineer and I headed out to a diner for out-of-the-house-time. And our waitress was from outer space. She also knew some people who used to be aquaintences of mine. Something which I wasn't entirely pleased about, but I shrugged off any bad feelings. She seemed sweet enough, if a bit stoned and rambly. The Engineer felt that she was fascinated with me, to which I replied "I'm a people person. bwahahahahahahaha!"
heh
Now, I sit. And smoke. And don't wish to go to bed, despite the hour growing late as it always does.
