Did you know that if you stop and look at someone, you're a cunt? I didn't until last night. Our crazy neighbors have been peering out their front windows at me since the day I moved in, and it's only gotten worse since Mike and the kids moved in last year. Today I'd finally had enough and decided to stop on my way to the mailbox and look back. Turns out they don't like that much. The woman is the main window-peerer and, per usual, she was on watch today too. At first she twitched the curtains, then she moved away from the window only to come right back to see if I was still there. When she saw that I was, she flipped the fuck out. She threw open the front door and came out on the porch yelling at me. I had a hard time understanding her, but the gist of what I could make out was that I shouldn't be looking at her, she wasn't doing anything, leave her alone. Now, it's not like I was on her porch with my nose pressed to the window - I was on the sidewalk with the puppies, a good distance away from her. That didn't make a difference though. Finally she got tired of yelling at me and stormed inside. I thought it was all over then, but about 45 minutes or so later, I heard something in the back room while I was getting ready to let the puppies out. I couldn't figure out what it was, so I went ahead and let them out, and as soon as I opened the door, I realized that what I had heard was her talking to herself. In their backyard. The only words I heard clearly were 'cunt' and 'not doing anything' but since she didn't stop yelling to herself for another half hour, I think it's safe to say that she was pretty upset.
May 2005 Archives
I've had a headache for over a week now, and while it's given me the occasional break here and there, they're never more than a couple of hours long, which is getting really old. It's not good when guillotines start looking appealing.
In other news, N's birthday party was this weekend. He had three friends over for pizza, gaming, etc., and when I got up at 2 something to take the puppykins out, they were still up, hands fused to the Xbox controllers, so I guess everybody had a good time. Now it's time to start planning H's party for next month.
What was up with Gilmore Girls on Tuesday? I watched the TiVo'd ep last night, and I'm a little disappointed. The Lorelai/baby thing was much less of a big deal than the previews made it out to be - half of the preview time was dedicated to the preganancy scare, then on the show it got practically no buildup at all. Rory acted like a brat to Logan, which would be bad under any circumstances, but given that Logan is my current tv boyfriend, it's just inexcuseable. So his dad doesn't think she's got what it takes to be a journalist. That's not a reason to bitch at Logan. Lorelai just started talking to Emily again at last week's incredibly awkward Friday night dinner, but now they're on friendly(ish) terms again? Eating marshmallows at dinner? And I can't stand the way Lorelai handled the magazine article about her mom. She should've just told her before handing the article and letting her get blindsided like that. I hatehatehate Kirk when he's only got a minor part in an episode, so ones where he's part of one of the main plots really make me grind my teeth. Btw, what the hell is the deal with his deformed body in that ep? His nipples are, like, 3 inches apart, which leaves an unnaturally large space between each nipple and armpit. That horrible chest combined with his strange, 5-month pregnant belly was too much for my poor eyes to take. If next week's offering doesn't hold up to the potential hinted at by the previews, it's not going to be a pretty sight.
PS: Sookie informing Jackson that he was going to get snipped a mere seconds before a nurse hulked up to take him away? Is fucked up. That's the kind of thing you talk about before you get to the hospital.
Sars + bad mood = girl's on a roll. I <3 her.
I'm fucking exhausted today, but I can't really complain about it because it's my own stupid fault. I didn't stop playing Psychonauts until after 9:30 last night, and then was too wound up to go to sleep so I ended up reading until 10:17. Not my smartest move ever, but there's nothing I can do about it now. I do wish the day would go by a little quicker though...
I got a phone call yesterday letting me know that my background check was completed, and that I could start my new job next Monday, the day after Memorial Day, or June 13th. Although I'd love to start on Monday, that's not fair to my old job, so my last day at this job is going to be the 27th. I'm beyond jazzed.
The highlight of my day was hearing "Happy Mother's Day" from H as soon as she got on the phone. Turns out kids are good at the heart-melty stuff. Who knew?
You ask questions, but don't believe my replies,
letting your doubts take the reins.
Perceived inconsistencies dredge up insecurities from before -
questions about truth and love and faith.
Feeling inadequate I respond, but my words fall short,
you hear them through the filter of doubt.
What makes you doubt me so?
What reason is there for the supposed deceit?
Why is it so hard to believe that all I want is you?
