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Of skinned heels and bitchery
Mar. 16th, 2006 11:01 amThere's one big problem when dealing with steps. When you walk down them, you can occasionally manage to misjudge the distance and scrape the hell out of your heel. I do this far too often.
I'm fairly certain, given the comments my friends have made, that I do not come across as warm and fuzzy and touchy feely in person. Nice, perhaps. Sweet is another word thrown about every so often. But I do not radiate anything that says, "invade my personal space"... as far as I know. So when the Floor Guy came back, two hours after finishing the floor, drunker than hell, I know for damn sure I wasn't somehow giving off any sort of vibe that said, "sure, hug me" or any other odd... thing. Dude! Uncool. I only hug certain people. I do not hug the Floor Dude. I do not hug old dudes [or dudettes] when they are obviously smashed. I do not hug most people at all. So do not put your arm around me and pull me close and expect my face to not contort into a "what the blue fuck do you think you're doing?" sort of expression.
Expect the same sort of face when you decide to rub some candle on my back as I'm all but running to the register to get the hell away from you. The HELL is that? If you want to sit up for hours and melt candles into one super candle, you go right ahead. But this in no way involves touching me. At all. Ever.
Needless to say, last night lasted far too long. Sigh. Gas prices are insane. Thought I'd mention that.
Reading my last library book. Gingerbread. It's already about ten times more enjoyable than Micah was. Micah the character? Still blah. That preview of Danse Macabre? Still pissed me off, and I'm fairly certain it was edited so as to not do that.
First things first. Micah the book made me wonder, has LKH always been kind of lax in the endings department? This wasn't half as bad as, oh, I dunno, ID, but still kind of meh. I'm thrilled with the plot to smut ratio, though to be honest, I could have lived without the 50 or so odd pages of basically being crammed inside Anita's brain as she debated herself. I've also come to the realization that having everyone either be the Anti-cool for Anita or want to fuck her is wearing thin. I want her to want someone who has no interest in her. Seriously want. I don't see this happening since she's already got a harem. As does Merry, you might point out, and you would be correct. Except Merry's harem aren't as whipped. Which seems nutty when you consider what life would be like for them if Merry were to croak or send them away.
I just want to shake someone when Anita's guys are entirely too sensitive. "You really mean that, don't you?" drives me bonkers. I don't know why. It just does. Perhaps because by this point in her life, having everyone cater to Anita's whims is no longer cute. She's no longer emotionally broken or stunted in the way she was before. Before she needed such comments. Now it's just greedy.
So Micah was a wash. I'm sorry I spent the money on it, but I'm hoping a re-read later will do some good. I read it fast enough, and with enough interest, so that's a plus.
As for DM: Argh. If your 'best friend' comes over to talk to you of relationship woes particularly of Ronnie's variety, it is considered impolite to greet your toyboys at the door with a makeout session. Especially when early Anita would have gagged repeatedly at such a spectacle. You don't get bitching rights. Do you?
I'm fairly certain, given the comments my friends have made, that I do not come across as warm and fuzzy and touchy feely in person. Nice, perhaps. Sweet is another word thrown about every so often. But I do not radiate anything that says, "invade my personal space"... as far as I know. So when the Floor Guy came back, two hours after finishing the floor, drunker than hell, I know for damn sure I wasn't somehow giving off any sort of vibe that said, "sure, hug me" or any other odd... thing. Dude! Uncool. I only hug certain people. I do not hug the Floor Dude. I do not hug old dudes [or dudettes] when they are obviously smashed. I do not hug most people at all. So do not put your arm around me and pull me close and expect my face to not contort into a "what the blue fuck do you think you're doing?" sort of expression.
Expect the same sort of face when you decide to rub some candle on my back as I'm all but running to the register to get the hell away from you. The HELL is that? If you want to sit up for hours and melt candles into one super candle, you go right ahead. But this in no way involves touching me. At all. Ever.
Needless to say, last night lasted far too long. Sigh. Gas prices are insane. Thought I'd mention that.
Reading my last library book. Gingerbread. It's already about ten times more enjoyable than Micah was. Micah the character? Still blah. That preview of Danse Macabre? Still pissed me off, and I'm fairly certain it was edited so as to not do that.
First things first. Micah the book made me wonder, has LKH always been kind of lax in the endings department? This wasn't half as bad as, oh, I dunno, ID, but still kind of meh. I'm thrilled with the plot to smut ratio, though to be honest, I could have lived without the 50 or so odd pages of basically being crammed inside Anita's brain as she debated herself. I've also come to the realization that having everyone either be the Anti-cool for Anita or want to fuck her is wearing thin. I want her to want someone who has no interest in her. Seriously want. I don't see this happening since she's already got a harem. As does Merry, you might point out, and you would be correct. Except Merry's harem aren't as whipped. Which seems nutty when you consider what life would be like for them if Merry were to croak or send them away.
I just want to shake someone when Anita's guys are entirely too sensitive. "You really mean that, don't you?" drives me bonkers. I don't know why. It just does. Perhaps because by this point in her life, having everyone cater to Anita's whims is no longer cute. She's no longer emotionally broken or stunted in the way she was before. Before she needed such comments. Now it's just greedy.
So Micah was a wash. I'm sorry I spent the money on it, but I'm hoping a re-read later will do some good. I read it fast enough, and with enough interest, so that's a plus.
As for DM: Argh. If your 'best friend' comes over to talk to you of relationship woes particularly of Ronnie's variety, it is considered impolite to greet your toyboys at the door with a makeout session. Especially when early Anita would have gagged repeatedly at such a spectacle. You don't get bitching rights. Do you?
