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sua_layThe best of days and the crappiest of days.
Am talking about today.
Slept for two hours before the darn alarm went off and I had to get up. Hair was all weird, but couldn't really care. Was tired and feeling totally insane, but I had a thing with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dlasta so couldn't just stay in bed.
It was so great to actually see her again. Have been kinda tired and blah lately, so... Well, you know how that goes. We had great time watching the Star Trek Weakest Link and babbling aboutporn artistic movies for the more mature audience.
We went to see if they still have yummy food in Sandeep, our fav Indian restaurant. Yes. They do. Was not at all surprised.
chants: Naan bread! Naan bread!
We spent a long time in a cafe, babbling about everything. I love it when I can talk and talk and be really insane without having to worry if the other person thinks i'm a total crackpot.
What a lovely day! Such perfection in good food and even better friendship.
Well, that was about to change.
Went to meet Mia in order to shop for her bookshelves so that I could have her old ones (that are similar to my things). Everything went kind of nightmarish from there. She hadn't brought her car because she hadn't been sure we'd actually get the stuff, so we ended up carrying her brand new Lundia shelves for over a mile to her place (and it was like slippery and muddy and the wind was blowing hard enough to even make me fall and did I mention that it was raining and the shelves were so damn heavy that my hands still ache???). She managed to bang me on my right temple with the shelves in the middle of the woods (oh! oh! and we walked through a football field and then across a really dark forest thingy). Was all wet and grimy.
Had a little... conversation about money. I remembered that our deal was I pay X and she said it was X and then some. Would have happily strangled her in the middle of the guagmire filled field. It was so dark no one would have found her body for hours...
Finally we got to her place. Then emptied her old shelves, disassemblied them, and then carried the shelves to her car. Sounds easy, but trust me. Hard work.
When I was home I felt really drained. Also really empty inside. How the hell could I ever love someone who cared for nothing but money? Why do I still kinda love her?
There are so many kind people around me. Some I've barely known for a year or two who are so damn nice and generous. Yes, mostly slash people. Exchanging favors in a non demanding way. Offering you slashy goodness in the forms of stories and various media files and CDs. Some of those people haven't even seen me, or we've met less than ten times. They share a lot, not just material stuff, but support.
And someone who says she kinda loves me is a greedy bitch who makes me feel totally lousy.
mutters very dark things to herself
At least I now have more bookshelves. I also have a feverish feeling in my body, and can't really talk because my throat is all sore. Must wonder if I'll be up to the whole emptying shelves, dusting junk and books and DVDs, putting more shelves up, redecorating my room and then putting everything back where it belongs tomorrow.
Probably not.
sigh
Am talking about today.
Slept for two hours before the darn alarm went off and I had to get up. Hair was all weird, but couldn't really care. Was tired and feeling totally insane, but I had a thing with
dlasta so couldn't just stay in bed.It was so great to actually see her again. Have been kinda tired and blah lately, so... Well, you know how that goes. We had great time watching the Star Trek Weakest Link and babbling about
We went to see if they still have yummy food in Sandeep, our fav Indian restaurant. Yes. They do. Was not at all surprised.
chants: Naan bread! Naan bread!
We spent a long time in a cafe, babbling about everything. I love it when I can talk and talk and be really insane without having to worry if the other person thinks i'm a total crackpot.
What a lovely day! Such perfection in good food and even better friendship.
Well, that was about to change.
Went to meet Mia in order to shop for her bookshelves so that I could have her old ones (that are similar to my things). Everything went kind of nightmarish from there. She hadn't brought her car because she hadn't been sure we'd actually get the stuff, so we ended up carrying her brand new Lundia shelves for over a mile to her place (and it was like slippery and muddy and the wind was blowing hard enough to even make me fall and did I mention that it was raining and the shelves were so damn heavy that my hands still ache???). She managed to bang me on my right temple with the shelves in the middle of the woods (oh! oh! and we walked through a football field and then across a really dark forest thingy). Was all wet and grimy.
Had a little... conversation about money. I remembered that our deal was I pay X and she said it was X and then some. Would have happily strangled her in the middle of the guagmire filled field. It was so dark no one would have found her body for hours...
Finally we got to her place. Then emptied her old shelves, disassemblied them, and then carried the shelves to her car. Sounds easy, but trust me. Hard work.
When I was home I felt really drained. Also really empty inside. How the hell could I ever love someone who cared for nothing but money? Why do I still kinda love her?
There are so many kind people around me. Some I've barely known for a year or two who are so damn nice and generous. Yes, mostly slash people. Exchanging favors in a non demanding way. Offering you slashy goodness in the forms of stories and various media files and CDs. Some of those people haven't even seen me, or we've met less than ten times. They share a lot, not just material stuff, but support.
And someone who says she kinda loves me is a greedy bitch who makes me feel totally lousy.
mutters very dark things to herself
At least I now have more bookshelves. I also have a feverish feeling in my body, and can't really talk because my throat is all sore. Must wonder if I'll be up to the whole emptying shelves, dusting junk and books and DVDs, putting more shelves up, redecorating my room and then putting everything back where it belongs tomorrow.
Probably not.
sigh
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Date: 2003-12-29 01:57 pm (UTC)People are weird. And I'm tired. In any moment now I'm going to stop making sense even to myself...
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Date: 2003-12-29 03:26 pm (UTC)I'll just lie on the couch and whine instead. :D
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Date: 2003-12-29 03:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-29 03:27 pm (UTC)Urpulaa???? :P
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Date: 2003-12-29 10:59 pm (UTC)damn
Date: 2003-12-30 12:47 pm (UTC)Dlasta
ps. Damn lj fucked up my first message. grrr arrg.
Re: damn
Date: 2003-12-30 04:44 pm (UTC)Porn is good! Porn is good!
Was good to sleep too. I slept for 16 hours. Did you sleep more?
:P