March 14, 2004
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I don’t ever want to see any hernia pictures ever ever again.
oh. my.
so, the stages of grief/loss are:
1. denial
2. bargaining
3. anger
4. despair
5. acceptance
6. slim-fast and tight pants
I don’t think I want to write protected as much anymore. I’ve been doing it because I knew my stbfex was reading. I was fretting that he might use something I said flippantly as ammo against me, possibly in a custody hearing. also, I just plain didn’t want him reading my thoughts.
currently it occurs to me that if he’s still reading, that’s HIS problem. I’m going to assume that he’s enough of a grownup to have stopped and if that’s not the case, all the worse for him. not my problem.
I’ve always been one to land on my feet, no matter how I ended up in midair. that’s not going to change.
go, and never darken my towels again!
…groucho marx
I went to the movies (and dinner) with my mother and her man. secret window. it was good, but I had it figured in the first fifteen minutes. sometimes I find that annoying. it was okay this time given that fact that it was stephen king and I realized I might be clinging to a red herrring. good cinematography/mood, I thought.
quote me as saying I was misquoted…
…off to bed.
Comments (16)
actually its all about a butterfly thats gotten mothed, cocoons itself, and comes out with a newer, better pair of wings.
theres no point in intectuallizing it and bullet pointing ‘evolution’, ‘change’ and ‘convergence’.
and yes, i plan to collect on that venus in aries one day
yeah adam whats up man.
I feel a combination of annoyance and superiority ( for having figured it out ) when I figure out a plot early on in a show/movie.
Thanks for the hernia pic warning. Sunday morning homey don’t need that noise.
Love that towel quote. When one can flip and point the landing gear at terra, and make a joke in the process, I think it’s gonna be all right.
Was watching Manchurian Candidate with Anne, and wrote down the surprise ending on a folded piece of paper about 15 minutes before it happened. It’s a curse, yes it is.
I hope your ex reads this when I tell him to f*ck himself.
James did that with “Runaway Jury” and told me the ending in the first 10 minutes.
e-mail me if you need to vent. I’m good for that.
Yup, you’re dead on with the stages of grief! #6 is the best. Sorry about the hernia pics. To be fair, I did warn you.
Relax and enjoy the day
I
YOU!
Yeah, Jamie caused a bit of a stir with that shit, didn’t she. Helped me with my self-diagnosis, too. I ain’t got none o’ that goin’ on!
Anyway, I dig your attitude.
i generally go to the movies to not think. i never figure out the endings. what i especially love is afterwards, when my oh-so-astute companions spend the next five years recounting how they had the whole thing down by the time the credits were over.
bitter? wha?
So, you don’t wanna see hernia pics, but hey! I”ve got pics of my innards when I had my tubes tied if you ever wanna see a nice pink uterus.
I chose not to look at the hernia pictures. no no no can’t make me.
I usually figure out cop shows, monk, lots of movies. sometimes it’s boring, but sometimes I think that’s cool and I get a kick out of myself.
let your freak flag fly, baby.
wow — those stages of grief are so much more accurate than anything i studied in college.
all of the best to you & congrats on running on your treadmill. i’m trying to train for a race this fall.
summer
I can’t even see your name without singing that song now, wicked woman.
In the novella it was pretty obvious what was going on with that creepy cowboy hat wearing writer, the protagonist himself was kinda the last one to catch on… I’m eager to see the movie version, just because I’m as big a fan of Johnny Depp as one can be without blowing the man
Danny saw Secret Window, he was scared. But then I’m the one who usually figures out he ending…he just likes to get swept up in the story…
Must be nice…
-M