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elvendoll...looking outside makes a certain part of me drop from my chest to my stomach.
sushi lunch definitely helped, but the last two pieces i had were on the low end of mediocre, so its harder to concentrate on sushi yummyness.
so, here's stuff that amused me:
abi has taken to watching old home movies of when debbie was her age. the other day, in the tape, my stepdad got home. my mom heard this from the kitchen and starting putting dinner on the table. she got the table all ready, and started calling for him before debbie informed her of the situation.
the other day, abi informed my mom she is going to boston. my mom asked her whats in boston, and abi said 'yulia'.
quote from bill, on maybe working at a coffee house: "it is like a crack head workking for a nationally acccredited crack house " (the typos are all his)
i'm pretty sure i'm much more patient now then i was a year or two ago, but sometimes, its still really hard to deal with the world not functioning on my schedule. i know there is nothing i can do, i know that everything will work out and that me fixating won't do anything to help or speed the process along. but damnit, i want ________ now.
comfort levels are funny things.
there's a conversation on NG that i have two cents to add to, but that'd blow the fuse on my own oversharing light. and something brought up in conversation made me discover an almost nonsensical comfort-level-wall. of course that, too, would be TMI.
my current wish list:
i'd like for there to be 30 hours in a day
i'd like some fairies to clean out the computer room
i'd like more fairies to make the closet of my future room be the size of my current closet
i'd like for all my vacation plans to fall into place.
and i think we can accurately say that i'm nuts.
at some point around the age of 14, i developed a huge dislike for feet. i also started disliking socks and the way the feel on my feet. but i never connected the two.
so, i stopped wearing socks.
i wore tights and knee-highs and fishnets.
about two years ago i bought a pair of pants, and needed socks. so i stole some thin cotton socks from my mom, and those were ok. so, i just assumed i was ok with all cotton-not-sporty socks (which feel like fleece, and i can't stand touching either with my hands).
so, i got a whole bunch of socks, and even got excited about it.
today, i'm wearing medium thick socks, and they feel weird. like i get squicked out whenever them feeling weird catches my concentration. something about my feet touching the socks just feels totally wrong.
*shakes head* ...i really don't choose to be as neurotic as i am...
sushi lunch definitely helped, but the last two pieces i had were on the low end of mediocre, so its harder to concentrate on sushi yummyness.
so, here's stuff that amused me:
abi has taken to watching old home movies of when debbie was her age. the other day, in the tape, my stepdad got home. my mom heard this from the kitchen and starting putting dinner on the table. she got the table all ready, and started calling for him before debbie informed her of the situation.
the other day, abi informed my mom she is going to boston. my mom asked her whats in boston, and abi said 'yulia'.
quote from bill, on maybe working at a coffee house: "it is like a crack head workking for a nationally acccredited crack house " (the typos are all his)
i'm pretty sure i'm much more patient now then i was a year or two ago, but sometimes, its still really hard to deal with the world not functioning on my schedule. i know there is nothing i can do, i know that everything will work out and that me fixating won't do anything to help or speed the process along. but damnit, i want ________ now.
comfort levels are funny things.
there's a conversation on NG that i have two cents to add to, but that'd blow the fuse on my own oversharing light. and something brought up in conversation made me discover an almost nonsensical comfort-level-wall. of course that, too, would be TMI.
my current wish list:
i'd like for there to be 30 hours in a day
i'd like some fairies to clean out the computer room
i'd like more fairies to make the closet of my future room be the size of my current closet
i'd like for all my vacation plans to fall into place.
and i think we can accurately say that i'm nuts.
at some point around the age of 14, i developed a huge dislike for feet. i also started disliking socks and the way the feel on my feet. but i never connected the two.
so, i stopped wearing socks.
i wore tights and knee-highs and fishnets.
about two years ago i bought a pair of pants, and needed socks. so i stole some thin cotton socks from my mom, and those were ok. so, i just assumed i was ok with all cotton-not-sporty socks (which feel like fleece, and i can't stand touching either with my hands).
so, i got a whole bunch of socks, and even got excited about it.
today, i'm wearing medium thick socks, and they feel weird. like i get squicked out whenever them feeling weird catches my concentration. something about my feet touching the socks just feels totally wrong.
*shakes head* ...i really don't choose to be as neurotic as i am...
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Date: 2002-10-16 02:27 pm (UTC)But you're too young to have your tits sag *that* much!
> today, i'm wearing medium thick socks, and they feel weird.
OK, old camping trick that might work for you or it might backfire horribly. Wear nylons under the socks. It'll completely change the feel. (No, I don't wear nylons camping. I do have really thin polypropolene socks though that I put on first in cold weather.)