I have to be sure to pay my rent as soon as I get back home. [update: I did]
It’s difficult to visit my ‘rents as it always is. My mom gets all depressed, needy and clingy the day before I leave. She suffocates me and makes me have to get away all the sooner. She does it every time. For me, parental love equates guilt and oppression. Mostly I just want to visit with my dogs when I come up here. Leaving them behind tears me up but I know that they’re very well cared for with my folks—they receive much better care than with me (and much better care than I got when I was a kid--hah!). And I can’t have them and the cats, it’s either one or the other, and I love my cats too. Mr. Newman with every hair on his face perfectly placed.
I can’t live without animal companions. I need warmth, physical contact, and an outlet for my affection, or else I feel starved.
Wednesday, April 5, 2006, 2:56 PM
Went for an abbreviated run just now; was out there between ten and fifteen minutes. I knew it would be truncated but I figured that you gotta start somewhere. Bought some new running shoes last week, my first in about four years! I didn’t realize it had been so long, and my old ones were virtually useless. I need to be careful because I get shin splints easily. Anyway, the new shoes motivated me to get back into it, and I am seriously out of shape. So I did it and it’s good. My cats are licking the salt off me.
Saturday, April 8, 2006, 7:43 PM
I went for another run today, yay me. No one who looks at me would say that I’m fat (my mom insists that I’m too skinny, but I’m no thinner than I’ve ever been, so WHATever), but the skin covering my floppy leg muscles is flaccid and loose. Erg. I’d like to tighten things up a bit before shorts season, which is already here, by the way.
Bought Photoshop Elements for my Mac and love it. Also bought a mouse designed especially for laptops. Go gurl!
Thought about going to the ceramics studio, but I don’t feel like it since I don’t like being there after dark. I’ll go tomorrow. I think tonight I’ll do some painting. I’m feeling creative.
Really P.O.’d about my Mexican Coke – checked at Kroger last night and they’re all out too. That was supposed to be MY secret!! WTF, am I gonna have to go to the border to buy it?
One thing about doll collecting, especially the Asian BJD’s, is the fetish wear people dress their dolls in. French maids, Lolita outfits, black leather, studs, handcuffs, whips. It’s just sick. I mean, who cares what someone’s into in their bedroom. But to dress a doll that way just grosses me out. Had to say it.
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