And that's almost $7 in dog money.
Jul. 25th, 2001 11:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dolariHow appropriate. "So Long Frank Lloyd Right" is playing.
The meeting happened today. It was...entertaining, to say the least. Very entertaining.
But through it all, things began to sour for me. The more time I spent there the more effort I was expending to be civil - the more effort it took not to be catty - the more I tried to loosen up. Some strange moments occurred when I realized I was so ingrained in trying to be polite, that I was staring blankly into the wall, not hearing a word that was said, deep in concentration to put together a sentence that wouldn't be taken wrong. Then the discussion turned to family matters. And those who know me well know that my family is shaky ground. I KNOW my family. Do not argue in their defense. Sit - listen - and absorb. She pushed, I snapped and let fly my history. That conversation ended abruptly with the realization of how rare an accepting family can be.
In all, it was a shaky night. By the end, I wanted to leave, and my heart was racing at the effort it was taking not to scream at this woman for extracting one of the best things the world ever offered me. I wore a shit eating grin to hide my fecal thoughts.
Thanks for that one, Milk and Cheese.
If Deener's reactions are any indication, the day went well...and after we went home, I resolved to let Deener go. I hope they are happy - Deener and The New Girl do NOT make a happy looking couple.
Then again, were we ever?
The meeting happened today. It was...entertaining, to say the least. Very entertaining.
But through it all, things began to sour for me. The more time I spent there the more effort I was expending to be civil - the more effort it took not to be catty - the more I tried to loosen up. Some strange moments occurred when I realized I was so ingrained in trying to be polite, that I was staring blankly into the wall, not hearing a word that was said, deep in concentration to put together a sentence that wouldn't be taken wrong. Then the discussion turned to family matters. And those who know me well know that my family is shaky ground. I KNOW my family. Do not argue in their defense. Sit - listen - and absorb. She pushed, I snapped and let fly my history. That conversation ended abruptly with the realization of how rare an accepting family can be.
In all, it was a shaky night. By the end, I wanted to leave, and my heart was racing at the effort it was taking not to scream at this woman for extracting one of the best things the world ever offered me. I wore a shit eating grin to hide my fecal thoughts.
Thanks for that one, Milk and Cheese.
If Deener's reactions are any indication, the day went well...and after we went home, I resolved to let Deener go. I hope they are happy - Deener and The New Girl do NOT make a happy looking couple.
Then again, were we ever?
