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Neighbor histrionics and Tery's Return
To my consternation, I opened my email box this morning to find another message from the Alcoholic regarding, of course, the Crankwhore:
I have seen obvious evidence that there has been activity in the condo next to you (wouldn't it be more succinct and to the point to simply say "Tracey's condo"?). Do you know anything? Have you seen HER? I only saw her once early in the morning as I was leaving for work.
*sigh* I'm starting to dread Tracey's return not out of fear of her resuming her drug cooking/selling activities, but because apparently every sighting of her is going to prompt these pointless, melodramatic emails from the Alcoholic.
I waited a bit, and told her what little I knew. I ran into my girlfriend Leah from the testing service a few days ago and she told me everything was done, and if the place passed this last test Tracey was free to move back in. I suggested to the Alcoholic that we were just going to have to get used to the idea. Her mature response?
NEVER
I'm not happy about Tracey coming back either, but I don't need this chick's ridiculous histrionics fueling my already barely-controlled anger. Especially considering the extent of exposure she'll have to suffer is the occasional once-a-week encounter in the parking lot, vs. sharing walls and a landing with the CW. GET OVER YOURSELF. And please decide once and for all whether you're handicapped or not (she's still parking one way or the other based on a whim).
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Tery has returned. Thus ends my nice clean house, but also ends meals that come compartmentalized on a plastic tray. AND resumes having someone to share in the seemingly endless farm chores around here. In the golden afterglow of vacation, Tery was eager enough to make me happy to actually volunteer freely to sit through V for Vendetta (though I suspect it has more to do with her realization that resistance was futile). Even though it was fully expected, her tepid reaction was severely disappointing to me. I simply don't understand it. I attribute my passionate love to my equally passionate hatred of Bush inasmuch as I choose to interpret the film as a scathing criticism of his administration. But both Tery and my sister agree with me about Bush, yet don't draw the same parallels that I do (my friend Gerry did, so I'm not imagining them). Knowing Tery wasn't really enjoying it (but was too thoughtful to say so) made the movie seem to last 4 hours while watching it with her. I found myself apologizing and assuring her it was almost over. Not fun. I guess I'll have to accept the fact that the only thing that gets her pulse racing is watching men either catch or miss a ball, or drive in endless circles around a racetrack (something else I don't understand).
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jaaaaamas, dean_r and vagynafondue (and hopefully soon, dopshoppe) to it.)
And that's really all I have for now. Unless you want to hear about my fabulous new wireless laptop capability or search for a new camcorder, and even my superior storytelling abilities can't make those subjects terribly entertaining. So I'll quit while I'm ahead.
I have seen obvious evidence that there has been activity in the condo next to you (wouldn't it be more succinct and to the point to simply say "Tracey's condo"?). Do you know anything? Have you seen HER? I only saw her once early in the morning as I was leaving for work.
*sigh* I'm starting to dread Tracey's return not out of fear of her resuming her drug cooking/selling activities, but because apparently every sighting of her is going to prompt these pointless, melodramatic emails from the Alcoholic.
I waited a bit, and told her what little I knew. I ran into my girlfriend Leah from the testing service a few days ago and she told me everything was done, and if the place passed this last test Tracey was free to move back in. I suggested to the Alcoholic that we were just going to have to get used to the idea. Her mature response?
NEVER
I'm not happy about Tracey coming back either, but I don't need this chick's ridiculous histrionics fueling my already barely-controlled anger. Especially considering the extent of exposure she'll have to suffer is the occasional once-a-week encounter in the parking lot, vs. sharing walls and a landing with the CW. GET OVER YOURSELF. And please decide once and for all whether you're handicapped or not (she's still parking one way or the other based on a whim).
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Tery has returned. Thus ends my nice clean house, but also ends meals that come compartmentalized on a plastic tray. AND resumes having someone to share in the seemingly endless farm chores around here. In the golden afterglow of vacation, Tery was eager enough to make me happy to actually volunteer freely to sit through V for Vendetta (though I suspect it has more to do with her realization that resistance was futile). Even though it was fully expected, her tepid reaction was severely disappointing to me. I simply don't understand it. I attribute my passionate love to my equally passionate hatred of Bush inasmuch as I choose to interpret the film as a scathing criticism of his administration. But both Tery and my sister agree with me about Bush, yet don't draw the same parallels that I do (my friend Gerry did, so I'm not imagining them). Knowing Tery wasn't really enjoying it (but was too thoughtful to say so) made the movie seem to last 4 hours while watching it with her. I found myself apologizing and assuring her it was almost over. Not fun. I guess I'll have to accept the fact that the only thing that gets her pulse racing is watching men either catch or miss a ball, or drive in endless circles around a racetrack (something else I don't understand).
(I'll have to cling to the thrill of turning on
jaaaaamas, dean_r and vagynafondue (and hopefully soon, dopshoppe) to it.)And that's really all I have for now. Unless you want to hear about my fabulous new wireless laptop capability or search for a new camcorder, and even my superior storytelling abilities can't make those subjects terribly entertaining. So I'll quit while I'm ahead.