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1. The title is a lie. It's more than Saturday.
2. If you're reading this I'm avoiding my performance evaluation. Remind me to do it. Especially since raises don't happen until after evaluations.
I. Witty Repartee
Last Wednesday (yes I'm behind. The computer is still not fixed. I'm getting a lot of reading done though...) I stopped at a neighborhood place to pick up dinner. They make great onion rings, there's a cute guy in there, it's close by and it's less crappy than most other stuff I'd grab for take out. So it's rather empty and I'm waiting for my food...cute guy and I are chatting about New Years, etc. Somehow, the chat turns to sex...namely getting some when you live alone. He says to me, "You know, they have things with batteries for that." I said to him, "The ones that plug into the wall work better."
He turned a rather charming shade of red and said, "no one has ever answered me like that before."
I haven't seen him since...but if I go in again, I'm not sure what he'll say.
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We held our first Youth Health Day this weekend. The entry title was spoken about my by someone who saw me in my leather jacket. She was mostly kidding, although later on she did say, "Are you one of THOSE kinds of dykes?" (I didn't answer..)
The day itself wasn't bad...it had its glitches, but it worked out well. If I'd been less overwhelmed I'd have put more energy into it, but I've been out more than in lately.
The most interesting part of the day (other than the dyke comment, which I'll get into later) was actually following one of the presentations. Months back, I'd been clicking random journals, and found![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
clockwatcher who somehow I figured out worked for an agency that my office works with. I suspected that sie was someone who I'd met a handful of times, but in conversation this weekend things all got added together to make it clear. And yes, clockwatcher was who I thought sie was. Which was neat. (And if you're reading this, I left your e-mail at home, which means I can't e-mail you to send me your slides. So tomorrow...)
As for the dyke thing...I have no objection to people using it. I'm all for self-labelling and all that. It's just not a label that I feel any ownership of. I suppose if someone else is going to use it to describe me, that's one thing...but I don't use it. I had one friend who used to call himself a "big old homo,"roosterbear and I threw around "big gay homosexual" a lot, and I've felt comfortable with "queer" much more than dyke. I think for me, queer encompases a lot more of what trying to place a label on that piece of my identity needs to. (Did that sentence make ANY sense at all?) What's funny (strange, not ha-ha) is how I've reacted to (and processed...ah social work) someone else using that label.
Sunday...sleep and grocery shopping. And more sleep. I hate that I need so much sleep. I'm anxious to finish this day so I can get home and nap (I hope) beforeaquariumgirl comes over tonight-otherwise there's a good chance I'll fall asleep on her again...for the n'th time. Plus, getting up in the dark is hard...it always has been.
I may have come up with some sort of a solution to Beta's chewing on everything. (We had another war this weekend. I'm battle wounded.) Mom suggested rawhide chew sticks...they're probably firm enough to feel good on his teeth (like the lightswitches must) but not likely to hurt him. He's not powerful enough to make them splinter like a dog might. And, he likes to roll them around on the floor and carry them around in his mouth.roosterbear-you need to come back and see him. You would be amazed at how much he's changed, how big he's gotten. He almost looks like a real cat, not a kitten. He's still just as dumb as ever. Toys and treats are the same thing, swimming in the toilet is fun, the shower is entertaining, the candles aren't dangerous even if my eyebrows got singed already, and Oblivion really is a good chew toy, even if she swats and growls and hisses.
The rest of the week...PT, a date with my sweetie, two holiday parties. At least the dress for NYE is taken care of (even if it does match her dress...*sigh*) Now I need to figure out the hair, make a manicure appointment, wrap holiday gifts (and mail a couple of them) etc. Oh, and LOTR on Wednesday. (I took Thurs. Morning off so I could sleep in.) And I love the Uptown, for all you locals.
Now for PT, and a nap, I hope.
2. If you're reading this I'm avoiding my performance evaluation. Remind me to do it. Especially since raises don't happen until after evaluations.
I. Witty Repartee
Last Wednesday (yes I'm behind. The computer is still not fixed. I'm getting a lot of reading done though...) I stopped at a neighborhood place to pick up dinner. They make great onion rings, there's a cute guy in there, it's close by and it's less crappy than most other stuff I'd grab for take out. So it's rather empty and I'm waiting for my food...cute guy and I are chatting about New Years, etc. Somehow, the chat turns to sex...namely getting some when you live alone. He says to me, "You know, they have things with batteries for that." I said to him, "The ones that plug into the wall work better."
He turned a rather charming shade of red and said, "no one has ever answered me like that before."
I haven't seen him since...but if I go in again, I'm not sure what he'll say.
*******************************************************************
We held our first Youth Health Day this weekend. The entry title was spoken about my by someone who saw me in my leather jacket. She was mostly kidding, although later on she did say, "Are you one of THOSE kinds of dykes?" (I didn't answer..)
The day itself wasn't bad...it had its glitches, but it worked out well. If I'd been less overwhelmed I'd have put more energy into it, but I've been out more than in lately.
The most interesting part of the day (other than the dyke comment, which I'll get into later) was actually following one of the presentations. Months back, I'd been clicking random journals, and found
clockwatcher who somehow I figured out worked for an agency that my office works with. I suspected that sie was someone who I'd met a handful of times, but in conversation this weekend things all got added together to make it clear. And yes, clockwatcher was who I thought sie was. Which was neat. (And if you're reading this, I left your e-mail at home, which means I can't e-mail you to send me your slides. So tomorrow...)As for the dyke thing...I have no objection to people using it. I'm all for self-labelling and all that. It's just not a label that I feel any ownership of. I suppose if someone else is going to use it to describe me, that's one thing...but I don't use it. I had one friend who used to call himself a "big old homo,"
roosterbear and I threw around "big gay homosexual" a lot, and I've felt comfortable with "queer" much more than dyke. I think for me, queer encompases a lot more of what trying to place a label on that piece of my identity needs to. (Did that sentence make ANY sense at all?) What's funny (strange, not ha-ha) is how I've reacted to (and processed...ah social work) someone else using that label. Sunday...sleep and grocery shopping. And more sleep. I hate that I need so much sleep. I'm anxious to finish this day so I can get home and nap (I hope) before
aquariumgirl comes over tonight-otherwise there's a good chance I'll fall asleep on her again...for the n'th time. Plus, getting up in the dark is hard...it always has been. I may have come up with some sort of a solution to Beta's chewing on everything. (We had another war this weekend. I'm battle wounded.) Mom suggested rawhide chew sticks...they're probably firm enough to feel good on his teeth (like the lightswitches must) but not likely to hurt him. He's not powerful enough to make them splinter like a dog might. And, he likes to roll them around on the floor and carry them around in his mouth.
roosterbear-you need to come back and see him. You would be amazed at how much he's changed, how big he's gotten. He almost looks like a real cat, not a kitten. He's still just as dumb as ever. Toys and treats are the same thing, swimming in the toilet is fun, the shower is entertaining, the candles aren't dangerous even if my eyebrows got singed already, and Oblivion really is a good chew toy, even if she swats and growls and hisses.The rest of the week...PT, a date with my sweetie, two holiday parties. At least the dress for NYE is taken care of (even if it does match her dress...*sigh*) Now I need to figure out the hair, make a manicure appointment, wrap holiday gifts (and mail a couple of them) etc. Oh, and LOTR on Wednesday. (I took Thurs. Morning off so I could sleep in.) And I love the Uptown, for all you locals.
Now for PT, and a nap, I hope.
