time for davey again
Dec. 23rd, 2008 02:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
impyAdsiltia and Milch arrived yesterday. Milch is just as pretty as I hoped she'd be, and Ads... Well, Ads looks fantastic in her box now which is a bit worrisome. Took them out, freaked out over Ads and her shoes because dude, I'm not touching those laces just yet. Just... no.
But what's really getting to me is that my dolly glee was overshadowed by what we shall now refer to as The Secret. Not that book or any other craptacular thing. I mean an actual honest to goodness Secret that I will dance around but not actually share because it's not mine to do so, and if the tables were turned, I'd kill anyone who shared this particular sort without my permission. Still. The problem with Big Secrets is that even as you swear never to tell [NEVER!] later you realize, as you try not to dry heave, that if you don't tell, you might very well go insane. No wonder she said something about a support group.
Of course, technically this Secret doesn't really involve me except that I know the people involved and that it hurts a friend of mine, and now I think even less of someone than I did before and that's saying something. But the part that makes this so vaguely awful [sorry] is that... the other person involved I liked. And now, now I want to kick them in the kneecaps until something shatters, and hopefully that isn't my foot. I know that people aren't perfect, but do they really need to continue to prove it by being fantastically self-absorbed assholes? I mean really, aren't there boundaries anymore?
I know I'd smack someone if they were all vague like this, but yeah. Smack me. Go on.
I'll move along. All my presents are wrapped. :D Well, except the one the boy is giving Mumsy, but yeah, I ran out of tape. Widget's littlest sister's present isn't super fabulous, as it's tissue papered, but I'll add extra bows or something. Seriously, there was no other way to wrap that because I don't have a box deep enough. I gave Joan hers and she didn't seem as enthused as one would like in a gift recipient, but her grandfather just died, so really, what could I expect? But let me take a moment to marvel at a woman who is in her fifties and just lost her grandfather. Holy. Cow.
And on a completely unrelated note, there is a reason those Betty Crocker instant potatoes were at the dollar store. *dies*
But what's really getting to me is that my dolly glee was overshadowed by what we shall now refer to as The Secret. Not that book or any other craptacular thing. I mean an actual honest to goodness Secret that I will dance around but not actually share because it's not mine to do so, and if the tables were turned, I'd kill anyone who shared this particular sort without my permission. Still. The problem with Big Secrets is that even as you swear never to tell [NEVER!] later you realize, as you try not to dry heave, that if you don't tell, you might very well go insane. No wonder she said something about a support group.
Of course, technically this Secret doesn't really involve me except that I know the people involved and that it hurts a friend of mine, and now I think even less of someone than I did before and that's saying something. But the part that makes this so vaguely awful [sorry] is that... the other person involved I liked. And now, now I want to kick them in the kneecaps until something shatters, and hopefully that isn't my foot. I know that people aren't perfect, but do they really need to continue to prove it by being fantastically self-absorbed assholes? I mean really, aren't there boundaries anymore?
I know I'd smack someone if they were all vague like this, but yeah. Smack me. Go on.
I'll move along. All my presents are wrapped. :D Well, except the one the boy is giving Mumsy, but yeah, I ran out of tape. Widget's littlest sister's present isn't super fabulous, as it's tissue papered, but I'll add extra bows or something. Seriously, there was no other way to wrap that because I don't have a box deep enough. I gave Joan hers and she didn't seem as enthused as one would like in a gift recipient, but her grandfather just died, so really, what could I expect? But let me take a moment to marvel at a woman who is in her fifties and just lost her grandfather. Holy. Cow.
And on a completely unrelated note, there is a reason those Betty Crocker instant potatoes were at the dollar store. *dies*
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Date: 2008-12-24 12:57 am (UTC)Oh, I got your card too! Thanks!