Grrr fucking Grrr. So, there's like a gazillion computer CD games running loose in my living room, right? I know I've written about this already. At any rate, in a burst of energy this morning, I decided to put as many as I could into a plastic/resin tower deally that was purchased especially for these things. Fine. Except that, as stated earlier, more than 3/4 of these things are never played...by anyone. When I asked, very politely I might add, why we were keeping all of them, guess what the answer was. Go ahead...I dare you! Okay, since you asked...he said, my beloved man, "They're mine." Uh huh. Riiiiight. Now, keep in mind, we need another tower or two to hold the rest. But, since they are his, there is no reason to get rid of any of these things. Arggh. Now, apply the same answer to my stuff, and it would get rejected. I'm sure of it.
Which leads me to girlfriends. Without my dear friend Grasshopper, I'm sure I'd be in a psych ward or prison by now. Thank god she's always willing to give me an alibi. And to listen to me rant about all my stresses and smart enough to not try to offer too much advice that I wouldn't use anyway and would just piss me off more because it'd feel like a lecture during my rant. Gotta love your girlfriends people. Grasshopper has been there through thick and thin, love and war, children, men, and sickness. In fact, she is one of the few people alive who know the proper was to 'wedge' me when I'm cold from being ill. Wedging is a fine art and not easy to properly accomplish. She even let me shit her bed (not really, but it's an ongoing joke) though she did take a rather vile photo of me on her toilet when I was in super-stress mode after vacating on a boyfriend who had thrown my into my dining room table. If it weren't for our daily, often hourly, chats, my life would be over. I love her more than my luggage and she worships the quicksand I walk on. The feelings are interchangeable, mutual, and completely foreign to our perspective partners. Especially when it's time for smart remarks. One of us will say something, the other will call that one a bitch or wench or whatever. These are terms of endearment for us, and people do not get it. I miss her terribly since she lives so far away, but thank god for unlimited long distance...we can talk as much as we want. Same thing with Wendy. I don't get to talk to her as much, but we can pack a lot into a one hour phone call, believe it. Speaking of, I have drastic news for her, can't reach her, and cannot wait to tell her. Just wish I could see the look on her face. If I could schedule it so there were witnesses with digital cameras, I'd wait to tell her. The look on her face will be priceless! Yes, I'm evil, but so is she. I taught her everything she knows. Just like Grasshopper. Thank god for girlfriends. If they were psychiatrists, I'd never be able to afford them.
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