Tuesday, July 26, 2005

There's a hand gun under my bed

I figured he'd put it in the drawer but while making the bed the other day I kicked the hand gun, hidden under his side of the bed.

We don't have kids-- no one but us and the dogs in the bedroom so that isn't too big a deal, but still... THERE IS A HAND GUN IN MY BEDROOM.

This is the best metaphor for a combining of lives that are not similar, with lifestyles that are not similar in the hopes of making something new and interesting.

For the record I am against guns unequivocally.

I am not however against him unequivocally-- or at all.

Monday, July 11, 2005

Growing pains

So I determined the other day that I own 61 pairs of shoes.

Commence Imelda jokes now.

I am getting rid of 6 pairs that I do not wear any more. But there is not enough room in my closet for Dan AND my shoes. What is a girl to do?


Thursday, July 07, 2005

Removing the air from Englands sails or FUCK YOU, Al Queda

So -- the horror with which I have watched terrorism across the world has never abated. Ever.

London, you are my favorite city-- you have been since 1995. ( San Diego, plug your ears cause you ain't got nothin' on London.) When the western world gets a lift, the mean nasty crawly things that don't ever get lifts ( you know, cause of karma) just want to pull us down into the mud. No one ever targets people who make no difference, or countries that have no pull.

England, you have steadfastly stood by America in the wake of an idiotic war, you bolstered our resolve after 9/11 and you are getting punished for it. Wipe the mud off your stiff upper lip and be glad you are the target and not the kind of country that resorts to bullshit like this. America has your back. That is the least we can do.

My heart goes out to all of you.

Wednesday, July 06, 2005

Moving In

It's been awhile.

Sailor Boy and I are moving in together. The consequences of which could be fabulous and they could be dire.

I like saying the consequences could be dire-- it's so much drama.

The way he puts it is "I think it'll be cool, it will either make us or break us."
He is a man of few words.

I have no idea how to live with a person again. I was so aggressive in carving out my own space in my own house and now I need to make room, both in my heart and in my home for someone. I suppose it is making room in my heart for him that is worse. I seem to have forgotten the lines when it comes to being in a relationship. I have forgotten how to consider my significant other. I got really used to being single. Now I know how men can feel like they are being trapped, well a little bit. But I guess I'm happy to be trapped which is one of the things that makes me female. I'm walking into the cage and will probably pull the bars shut and lock them on myself.