News of the Week In Review

[mallorys_camera]

I painted the kid’s room blue with bling-colored woodwork – metallic gold spray paint. Sounds very Jersey Shore, I know. Looks great though, hundred percent improvement over what it was before. Will the kid like it? Who knows? He’s due back from Vienna Saturday and I’m anticipating he will go into the usual post-trip depression as escape velocity dwindles and gravity reclaims him. But again, who knows?

Wrote an amazing sex scene for the novel. Just… beautiful.

It’s raining again which augers poorly for Broome County and other areas 30 miles to the west where many people are still under two feet of water from Tropical Storm Lee, still boiling their drinking water, still reclaiming their lives. The Broome County officials are blaming the floods on… drum roll… beaver dams!

The Friendly Neighbor has turned into a stalker, driving by my house all hours of the night and day. Very creepy. The architect has also become a stalker, after I emailed him – gently – that I didn’t think we had enough in common to go on seeing one another. He writes me vituperative emails several times a day. They all go to my spam folder now but naturally I lack the strength of character to avoid reading them.

I fired my therapist. One expects a certain amount of disconnect but honestly? The one thing I’m good at is communicating and understanding, and there just wasn’t enough of that going on to warrant continued attempts at a therapeutic relationship. No, trust me – it wasn’t transference. I need to be in therapy right now so I guess I’ll have to hunt down another therapist.

Got Rutger, the new cat, fixed. He has taken up residence in back of the furnace and refuses to come out. I know he’s still alive because he eats the food I put out for him and uses his litterbox.

I’m still broke, still depressed, still utterly convinced of the futility and uselessness of my own existence. Other people’s lives have meaning. But not mine. Where is that Off Button? I wanna press it in the worst possible way.

And since I’m behind on my productive, money-making output, I better get cracking.

Comments

[saltdawg.livejournal.com]

Of course they've both turned into stalkers. It only makes too much sense.

(and I, as well lack that same strength of character. I don't erase any of the Voicemails that Peurto Rico may leave for me, but I don't listen to them until I'm drunken and lonely and maudlin and all that. And then I feel bad for her. Speaking of stalkers and transference!)

[robby.livejournal.com]

If you cut off my balls, I'd be hiding behind the furnace, as well.

[anais-pf.livejournal.com]

We need photos of the blue-and-bling room!

[chezsci.livejournal.com]

Hmmm - one of my cats - the old Siamese - has taken to hiding in the basement in various spots. Won't see him for days, then surprise! He's taken to not using the litterbox in the last week. Either its because I changed brands or he's becoming incontinent. By way of apology, he's been leaving dead rodents by my bed. I know its him - leaving the creatures headless and tail-less is his signature kill move. Told Z-kid that if he keeps it up I'm gonna take him for a kitty dirt nap.

Blue and gold...weren't those the preferred colors of French royalty before the deluge? Perfect for the young Dauphin.

Go beavers! Way to stick it to the man.

[mallorys-camera.livejournal.com]

I'm finding the whole stalking experience extremely creepy.

[mallorys-camera.livejournal.com]

Well, I didn't actually cut off his balls. I arranged to have it done by a professional! :-)

[mallorys-camera.livejournal.com]

Color scheme is good but paint job far from expert. However, it's a teenager's room so it will do.

[mallorys-camera.livejournal.com]

Go beavers! Way to stick it to the man.

Yes! I'm very proud of my beavers. They brought down Binghamton!