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put up, put out, or stay at home
Aug. 27th, 2005 07:52 amI'm not a dog, my affection is conditional:
When in the same room/car/air space as I am, and I turn up the volume on a song and do not say, "hey, listen to this" I'm attempting to listen to the song in question. It's my subtle and more polite way of saying, "Shut the fuck up for two and a half minutes, okay?" If it's a CD and I replay the song, you obviously failed to take the hint the first time. You do not get a third chance. I will tell you to shut the hell up, and when I do, don't try to give me guilt, kay? I don't yammer on during your favorite songs, and I certainly don't talk over the best part of a song for you once you point it out to me. Some day I might not mind so much, but today is not that day.
It never fails. Never. If my favorite song is on the radio, someone will call, turn the station, talk loudly and obnoxiously, make some noise and cause my attention to be diverted and after awhile it pisses me off. I love my mother, but it never fails. She will be dead silent during songs I can't stand, but the moment I find a song I love, especially one I almost never hear, she finds herself unable to shut the hell up. So I turn the volume up a bit in an attempt to be subtle about my wish for her to shuddup. That doesn't work, I turn it up louder. I deliberarely do not answer except in grunts and nods. That still doesn't work? I ask her to be quiet or shush her. And she always gets mad. Always. It's not like I'm shushing her for a Tori song usually, and everything else I listen to, for the most part, is shorter than the average Tori song. So I sit and seethe because I don't want the guilt. Doesn't mean I didn't spend the entire trip home wishing she would just stop talking though. I really wanted to listen to one song. One song! Then I would have happily babbled on about... whatever. But no amount of volume adjusting could get her to be quiet. Sigh.
They waxed the floors last night. Normally it's my favorite day of work, but bah. Actually had work and my feet hurt and it was just a let down. Unfun, all 'round. The fumes were toxic and no escape. None. *dies*
Hrmm. So, tomorrow brings us the VMAs. Which I will be watching, and taping, on the offchance people I want to win will, infact, win. I know, that would be hell freezing over worthy, but what can you do?
Story buzzing around in my head, but I'm not sure it's ready to have words put to paper. Or typed. Whatever. It's vexing when it's in that stage in between.
Do I go to sleep or do I attempt to fix the sound on the computer? Hrmm.
When in the same room/car/air space as I am, and I turn up the volume on a song and do not say, "hey, listen to this" I'm attempting to listen to the song in question. It's my subtle and more polite way of saying, "Shut the fuck up for two and a half minutes, okay?" If it's a CD and I replay the song, you obviously failed to take the hint the first time. You do not get a third chance. I will tell you to shut the hell up, and when I do, don't try to give me guilt, kay? I don't yammer on during your favorite songs, and I certainly don't talk over the best part of a song for you once you point it out to me. Some day I might not mind so much, but today is not that day.
It never fails. Never. If my favorite song is on the radio, someone will call, turn the station, talk loudly and obnoxiously, make some noise and cause my attention to be diverted and after awhile it pisses me off. I love my mother, but it never fails. She will be dead silent during songs I can't stand, but the moment I find a song I love, especially one I almost never hear, she finds herself unable to shut the hell up. So I turn the volume up a bit in an attempt to be subtle about my wish for her to shuddup. That doesn't work, I turn it up louder. I deliberarely do not answer except in grunts and nods. That still doesn't work? I ask her to be quiet or shush her. And she always gets mad. Always. It's not like I'm shushing her for a Tori song usually, and everything else I listen to, for the most part, is shorter than the average Tori song. So I sit and seethe because I don't want the guilt. Doesn't mean I didn't spend the entire trip home wishing she would just stop talking though. I really wanted to listen to one song. One song! Then I would have happily babbled on about... whatever. But no amount of volume adjusting could get her to be quiet. Sigh.
They waxed the floors last night. Normally it's my favorite day of work, but bah. Actually had work and my feet hurt and it was just a let down. Unfun, all 'round. The fumes were toxic and no escape. None. *dies*
Hrmm. So, tomorrow brings us the VMAs. Which I will be watching, and taping, on the offchance people I want to win will, infact, win. I know, that would be hell freezing over worthy, but what can you do?
Story buzzing around in my head, but I'm not sure it's ready to have words put to paper. Or typed. Whatever. It's vexing when it's in that stage in between.
Do I go to sleep or do I attempt to fix the sound on the computer? Hrmm.
