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ohhh yeah yeah yeah
Dec. 8th, 2002 05:24 ami want it to be known that my momster just picked a very silly fight with me... well, a bicker, not really a fight... because i asked her where she had heard of a certain book (to be specific, Ender's Game), only because it is totally NOT her kind of book and she brought it up in conversation. She got totally evasive and lie-prone about it. Super, super-freaky. I swear, this woman is fine-tuning me for my own spawn - I KNEW she was lying to me and evading & even got her to admit it.
But she still won't tell me who told her about the book! My money is on one or the other of two of her brothers (who, basically, she runs to for advice after I've already researched and presented a solution to any particular problem, and listens to regardless of what they tell her or what their basis is - sometimes it agrees with what I researched, sometimes not, and it's never in a field where either of them have any particular expertise), or else my least-liked cousin ("The Demon Bride"; I call her soul-sucking boyfriend "The Incubus").
Anyway, it's totally lame to be that evasive over something that minor. It makes an unnecessarily big deal out of the issue.
Tonight - I forgot to mention that I bought big plastic storage bin thingies to put in the top of my closet with all my warm-weather pajamas in them, and sweaters in the summer; and smaller plastic ones to keep zines and journals in. I have a canvas tote bag full of used and half-used notebooks and a whole shelf of unused ones (which I try to give away here and there from time to time). I have an orphaned rubbermaid container - maybe large enough for a pair of men's sneakers - that I have been keeping zines in, if they were too small for a magazine file holder, but you know... the zines outgrew it long ago, as they are wont to do. So I got FIVE of these spiffy smaller plastic ones with hinged lids that even have a rudimentary plastic "latch" on them... :) for like $1.30 each!
I am putting on cozy flannel pajamas, because I am achy, and going to bed.
Have I mentioned yet that Arwen Isobel's other nickname, aside from Wenzel Wenzel Wenzel, is Lady Barkington? I double-dog-adore her, but I'll be happy when she's a little more mature and, you know, CALM... where I can read with her near me without her trying to take a bite out of literature.
But she still won't tell me who told her about the book! My money is on one or the other of two of her brothers (who, basically, she runs to for advice after I've already researched and presented a solution to any particular problem, and listens to regardless of what they tell her or what their basis is - sometimes it agrees with what I researched, sometimes not, and it's never in a field where either of them have any particular expertise), or else my least-liked cousin ("The Demon Bride"; I call her soul-sucking boyfriend "The Incubus").
Anyway, it's totally lame to be that evasive over something that minor. It makes an unnecessarily big deal out of the issue.
Tonight - I forgot to mention that I bought big plastic storage bin thingies to put in the top of my closet with all my warm-weather pajamas in them, and sweaters in the summer; and smaller plastic ones to keep zines and journals in. I have a canvas tote bag full of used and half-used notebooks and a whole shelf of unused ones (which I try to give away here and there from time to time). I have an orphaned rubbermaid container - maybe large enough for a pair of men's sneakers - that I have been keeping zines in, if they were too small for a magazine file holder, but you know... the zines outgrew it long ago, as they are wont to do. So I got FIVE of these spiffy smaller plastic ones with hinged lids that even have a rudimentary plastic "latch" on them... :) for like $1.30 each!
I am putting on cozy flannel pajamas, because I am achy, and going to bed.
Have I mentioned yet that Arwen Isobel's other nickname, aside from Wenzel Wenzel Wenzel, is Lady Barkington? I double-dog-adore her, but I'll be happy when she's a little more mature and, you know, CALM... where I can read with her near me without her trying to take a bite out of literature.
