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warning: swearing ahead
Jul. 11th, 2003 02:56 amI stepped on a nail today.
It's just been that kind of a week.
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You know, the one thing that is guaranteed to turn me into a raving, psychotic harpy is to put me in a position where I don't know what's going on. I totally lose my grip.
I had a relationship a while back with somebody who would very seriously listen to what I had to say on that particular matter, agree with me that full disclosure was the way we were going to do things -- and then never tell me anything. And then, of course, insist that I was the one who was being unreasonable when I went apefuck over it. It made me into a serious nutjob for the duration of the relationship and for a good long time after it.
I'm still a nutjob about this. I have a Big Red Shiny Button installed on my forehead. The boyfriend person has bounced off the bloody thing a couple of times already, and I figure that's just going to happen every once in a while -- it's just too honkin' big to keep out of the damn way.
*sigh*
At least I know it's my problem.
That's something. Right?
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And in Big Bastard Corporation land, Nike is buying out Converse. This makes me very very very unhappy.
Maybe if I can run out and buy 100 pairs right now, Nike won't get any of the money yet. Whaddyah think?
It's just been that kind of a week.
You know, the one thing that is guaranteed to turn me into a raving, psychotic harpy is to put me in a position where I don't know what's going on. I totally lose my grip.
I had a relationship a while back with somebody who would very seriously listen to what I had to say on that particular matter, agree with me that full disclosure was the way we were going to do things -- and then never tell me anything. And then, of course, insist that I was the one who was being unreasonable when I went apefuck over it. It made me into a serious nutjob for the duration of the relationship and for a good long time after it.
I'm still a nutjob about this. I have a Big Red Shiny Button installed on my forehead. The boyfriend person has bounced off the bloody thing a couple of times already, and I figure that's just going to happen every once in a while -- it's just too honkin' big to keep out of the damn way.
*sigh*
At least I know it's my problem.
That's something. Right?
And in Big Bastard Corporation land, Nike is buying out Converse. This makes me very very very unhappy.
Maybe if I can run out and buy 100 pairs right now, Nike won't get any of the money yet. Whaddyah think?
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