Disjointed
Jan. 28th, 2003 01:45 amI'm a book fiend. I read a lot. I devour books. Genre-wise, I love the single mid 20-early 30 year old stuff, a la Bridget Jones, but usually with less angst. I read one called Name and Address Withheld by Jane Sigaloff, recently. And one of the things I walked away with was the realization that I'm glad that being in openly non-monogamous relationships means that I seriously reduce the "What are you doing here" moments, when two partners run into one another. Sure, it could happen by a fluke of scheduling, but it's certainly reduced.
I'm grateful for wonderful friends. For
chrisv who burned me an Invader Zim CD, for
melaniesue72 who brought Lemonheads for me, for
dwildchil and
draakken who invited me to their party, which was just what I needed yesterday after the rest of that weekend, and
tommx who introduced me to karate, and
melebeth just for being herself, and so on...(and just cause you're not here doesn't mean you're not fabulous)
I'm still upset with myself for something that I said to a friend. Although friend says sie's not upset about what I said, it's bothering me. Because it made me think about things I don't want to think about.
I'm grateful for the love of my cats. For purring and paws and the way Oblivion likes to sit on my back, and Beta gets into everything. Like my furry bear slippers which he just attacked, before he started chasing his own tail again.
I'm glad that I can write, simply because I love it, and that I have space to do it. And sometimes I'm even glad that someone is reading it, and writing back. (Course my secret wish that I'll never actually pursue would be to have a column somewhere...a newspaper or magazine or webzine or something.
It's nice that I have a girlfriend who understands that ice cream is a foodgroup.
It's also probably bedtime.
I'm grateful for wonderful friends. For
I'm still upset with myself for something that I said to a friend. Although friend says sie's not upset about what I said, it's bothering me. Because it made me think about things I don't want to think about.
I'm grateful for the love of my cats. For purring and paws and the way Oblivion likes to sit on my back, and Beta gets into everything. Like my furry bear slippers which he just attacked, before he started chasing his own tail again.
I'm glad that I can write, simply because I love it, and that I have space to do it. And sometimes I'm even glad that someone is reading it, and writing back. (Course my secret wish that I'll never actually pursue would be to have a column somewhere...a newspaper or magazine or webzine or something.
It's nice that I have a girlfriend who understands that ice cream is a foodgroup.
It's also probably bedtime.
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Date: 2003-01-27 11:38 pm (UTC)Try Young Wives, by Olivia Goldsmith. Fun stuff...
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Date: 2003-01-27 11:48 pm (UTC)I just lent Jennifer Weiner's Good In Bed to
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Date: 2003-01-28 06:38 am (UTC)