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GRAVY! hi again to all 2 of you who read this 2006-04-12 — 10:39 p.m. |
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So the other day I was sitting on the bus, and the two girls sitting next to me start talking about how the best part about riding a bus was when that there was no rushing air sound when the windows were open because the bus was so aerodynamic. I will present the rest as a dialogue. The girls will be named Skank and Hussy. Skank: I'll bet some unaerodynamic cars do the same thing. Hussy: Yeah, like that one car ... you know ... what's it called? Skank: The Scion? Hussy: Yeah! That car! That is the ugliest f*cking car I've ever seen. Skank: It so is. Who in their right mind would ever want to drive one? It's hideous. Hussy: I know. I would be embarassed to be seen in one, let alone own one. Skank: If my friend had one, I wouldn't even let them drive me anywhere. Me: I'm not driving you anywhere, skank. So just shut the hell up about my car. It's the most beautiful car IN THE WORLD. Ok, I didn't actually say that out loud. But I did get really, really, intensely, ridiculously, irrationally angry at skank and hussy. I mean angry. My hands were clenching themselves into fists and I started grinding my teeth. Lucky for them (and I guess my tooth enamel), they changed the subject to something slightly less obnoxious, but I still wanted to punch one of them in the eye. After I got off the bus, I mused to myself about this foray into wrath and decided it probably had something to do with my recent decision to stop taking birth control. I've got all of that good ol' testosterone back, and I'm ready to bust heads. Just like college all over again! I also have the desire to write in this thing again. The Pill was good for giving me some regularity (because let me tell you, getting it for a random 14 days every month was the epitome of not fun), and it was good for calming down my mood swings, but it made my body all weirdly lumpy and sometimes I felt like it completely drained my personality. It wasn't like I was depressed so much as I was ... meh. So I think I'm back. I've been having crazy mood spirals all day (everything is awful! everything is wonderful! my husband has never really loved me! my husband is awesome! I am so fat! I am hot stuff!), but it's actually kind of refreshing to just have these crazy emotions again. I'm sure that'll last like three days. But hey, might as well enjoy 'em while I can. The doctor tried switching me to a different pill, but it made me so nauseous that I just decided to give them up altogether for a while. We'll see what happens. Cameron drunk-emailed me last night and informed me that he wanted to fight a duck. I wish we lived closer. We wouldn't actually fight a duck. But we would talk about it a lot. I sure do miss that shiny-headed tatooed fellow. If Ryan gets his way and we name our first daughter "Cameron," I'm going to teach her how to punch microwaves as soon as possible. |
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