May. 29th, 2002

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Our servers at work are down, which is obviously frustrating and not just because I can't get to my e-mail or livejournal -- I have work-related activities I can't do either! But our interoffice e-mail is still working, so I decided to just write my entry in a different forum then cut-and-paste. However, I'm having a hard time staying focused -- I miss the familiar boxes on the web page and it's hard to maintain my cheeky livejournal tone in a blank document of my work e-mail, which is a bit more formal setting for my words.

Last night we had the most delicious dinner that has come out of our kitchen in quite some time -- braised plantains and black bean & rice (with hot sauce and bits of kielbasa/chorizo). I also warmed up a leftover piece of cornbread that complimented the food wonderfully. Amazing mix of sweet and salty and spicy that I've had variations of in Cuban and Colombian restaurants in the comfort of my own home. Do I sound like a Betty Crocker commercial?

Also last night we had some fun with the polaroid camera. We're so vain. Or maybe we're just so hot that we're jealous of ourselves. Speaking of scandals, MelRo's having her second date with The Gigolo today, so we've been talking about those expectations as well as summer negotiations and whatnot. I think I'm progressing nicely. I wish I was going faster, but in reality I think I'm doing pretty well.

Tonight I have therapy and I don't know what to talk about since I've primarily been thinking about my relationship and sex and my own personal growth one the subject in the past couple weeks, but I don't think I want to talk to her about those things. I mean, last session she mentioned that she's had other clients in open relationships, so I'm not so much worried about her reaction. I think part of it is I don't need to talk about it with her, since I already have a pretty good language for things I'm feeling and experiencing, and I do a pretty good job with discussing issues with my partner and friends and whatnot. Versus the stuff with my family where I was missing a lot of the tools to really dig deep and analyze and fix some of the problems. Maybe I just want plan on talking about anything and see what comes out.

And afterwards I'll pay a visit to the Falafel Man who makes the best falafil sandwiches in town, then head over to the lovely abode of [livejournal.com profile] freakysparks to hang out, as Damon would say. Speaking of Damon, I feel I must make note of the fact that a possible situation has arisen in his life where he may be joining the ranks of ethical sluthood. I'm trying to be supportive and helpful without proselytizing. (Though it's not like he's not interested.)

I loaned out my copy of Ethical Slut as well as my copy of Come Hither and I've been wanting to re-read them both lately, so last night I had to settle for SM 101 by Wiseman. And I still need to work on my homework for tonight -- I guess that's what I'll do on my lunch hour.

Today's horoscope is a bit unsettling. I get scared when they get so direct and explicit.

CANCER: If you are out looking for shells, it’s not for their decorative value. It’s for the protection they offer when you crawl inside them. You are facing some serious issues with partners at home or at work. It’s important for you to stand up for your own rights, even if you are being told that you’re not being rational. This isn’t about rational. It’s about feeling, and if you end up feeling hurt, you’ll crawl into that shell. If you do, you may feel safe for a while, but it’s lonely in there.
raybear: (cranky)
Not to get all Creditor the Clown, but where's my money??

Direct deposit is supposed to go through today, but I see no sign of it. I'm hoping this is just an error with the online banking site and when I go to the ATM I'll see a nice balance that will finally have my pay raise so I can stop scrapping the bottom of the barrel and finally get my medical bills and credit card bills paid. And maybe go to the grocery store. And hopefully go out for sushi tomorrow night.

I hate money.

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