House O' Random
Jul. 26th, 2002 02:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
raybearI keep coming up with about 15 random topics to write about but then either get 'distracted' by doing work or I'm unable to focus enough to write about any of the subjects for more than a few sentences. So I suppose I'll just put them all down and if I care to elaborate more later, more power to me.
1. I managed to procur the United ticket without having to be stern or ask to speak with anyone's supervisor. It helped that I got a completely different ticket agent -- a fortysomething woman, with whom I very gentlemanly flirted. She sort of started it by asking if I worked at Krispey Kreme since I was wearing the t-shirt. And later threatened to not give me the ticket since I couldn't hook her up with any doughnuts. She didn't even ask about the tax/fee/whatever the other guy mentioned. I love women of all sorts, but I'm always particularly fond of older women. And by older women, I'm not sure if I'll always mean 25 years older than me or if I'll always mean women between the ages of 40-60. Hopefully both. I always flirted madly with all of my mom's friends and teachers but could never hold a conversation with people my own age.
2. I wanted cut out the Dear Abby column today and send it to my ex -- it was about dish drying and which method was more sanitary, but also about the couple who wrote asking the question obviously had some control issues on the matter. I believe it was said that if the wife had a problem with the way the dishes were being done, she should do them herself and let her husband complete a different household chore. This is the first negative thought I've had about my ex in awhile -- the idea of sending some spiteful little stupid newspaper column to belatedly make a point.
3. I've been thinking more and more about how I wasn't in love with my last ex but that we had an extremely intense physical and sexual chemistry that we tried to join with our tentative friendship and call it a relationship. I've also been thinking more about who I've been in love with and how and why and what it meant to me. I've had tons and tons and tons of unrequited loves, often in the form of teachers and women mentioned above. But my first somewhat mature experience with being in love was .... Shana. I honestly don't know if she knows that, though it might not exactly be a surprise to hear either. And I think one of the crowning achievements in my life has been the conversion of all the feelings of being "in love" with person into a new and better relationship that still retains the complete adoration and care and respect and joy. But without the sex or obligation or other messy things. Sometimes I just think, how the fck did we do that? Unfortunately I sometimes think I can duplicate the process with others, but it's not that simple and frankly I don't always REALLY want it to happen -- it's just the sense that I should at least try.
4. Lately on the train I've been scoping people out madly, but not really in a sexual way. I have to physically restrain myself from lick the guy's wrist that's a few inches away from my face when we hold onto the same pole on the train. On the subway in New York I nearly reached over and started scratching some stranger's back in long slow circles. Today on the train I wanted to loop my arm around the waist of the pregnant woman across the way. I've never really had such a craving for physical touch before. Maybe I'm just missing MelRo a lot since our schedules keep having us miss each other while both awake.
5. Sophie sprained her paw. That's my unprofessional opinion, and seeing as the professional opinion did not counteract my diagnosis (the x-ray showed nothing), I'm standing by it. After meds and soaking and cold compresses, she's looking less like a Clydesdale now and is walking with less of a limp. I fear she hurt is on Tuesday when I was bathing her and she slipped in tub. I guess I'll have her bathed at PetSmart from now on, which normally cost $25, but that's hella cheaper than a 200 dollar vet bill (especially the week after vacation when I'm broke). Between her nervous stomach and other illnesses in these first couple months, I wonder if she was given up to the pound because she's a dog with chronic immunological disorder. Or perhaps it's all psychosomatic and she needs a doggie therapist. Or maybe I'll just throw down a shitload of money in the beginning but after 6 months she won't get sick for years and years and years.
6. I need some help from the pop culture/movie junkies in the house. Which movie has Jane Fonda having sex and appears to be all into it, but then she looks at her watch? Is that Klute? I'm totally blanking here.
1. I managed to procur the United ticket without having to be stern or ask to speak with anyone's supervisor. It helped that I got a completely different ticket agent -- a fortysomething woman, with whom I very gentlemanly flirted. She sort of started it by asking if I worked at Krispey Kreme since I was wearing the t-shirt. And later threatened to not give me the ticket since I couldn't hook her up with any doughnuts. She didn't even ask about the tax/fee/whatever the other guy mentioned. I love women of all sorts, but I'm always particularly fond of older women. And by older women, I'm not sure if I'll always mean 25 years older than me or if I'll always mean women between the ages of 40-60. Hopefully both. I always flirted madly with all of my mom's friends and teachers but could never hold a conversation with people my own age.
2. I wanted cut out the Dear Abby column today and send it to my ex -- it was about dish drying and which method was more sanitary, but also about the couple who wrote asking the question obviously had some control issues on the matter. I believe it was said that if the wife had a problem with the way the dishes were being done, she should do them herself and let her husband complete a different household chore. This is the first negative thought I've had about my ex in awhile -- the idea of sending some spiteful little stupid newspaper column to belatedly make a point.
3. I've been thinking more and more about how I wasn't in love with my last ex but that we had an extremely intense physical and sexual chemistry that we tried to join with our tentative friendship and call it a relationship. I've also been thinking more about who I've been in love with and how and why and what it meant to me. I've had tons and tons and tons of unrequited loves, often in the form of teachers and women mentioned above. But my first somewhat mature experience with being in love was .... Shana. I honestly don't know if she knows that, though it might not exactly be a surprise to hear either. And I think one of the crowning achievements in my life has been the conversion of all the feelings of being "in love" with person into a new and better relationship that still retains the complete adoration and care and respect and joy. But without the sex or obligation or other messy things. Sometimes I just think, how the fck did we do that? Unfortunately I sometimes think I can duplicate the process with others, but it's not that simple and frankly I don't always REALLY want it to happen -- it's just the sense that I should at least try.
4. Lately on the train I've been scoping people out madly, but not really in a sexual way. I have to physically restrain myself from lick the guy's wrist that's a few inches away from my face when we hold onto the same pole on the train. On the subway in New York I nearly reached over and started scratching some stranger's back in long slow circles. Today on the train I wanted to loop my arm around the waist of the pregnant woman across the way. I've never really had such a craving for physical touch before. Maybe I'm just missing MelRo a lot since our schedules keep having us miss each other while both awake.
5. Sophie sprained her paw. That's my unprofessional opinion, and seeing as the professional opinion did not counteract my diagnosis (the x-ray showed nothing), I'm standing by it. After meds and soaking and cold compresses, she's looking less like a Clydesdale now and is walking with less of a limp. I fear she hurt is on Tuesday when I was bathing her and she slipped in tub. I guess I'll have her bathed at PetSmart from now on, which normally cost $25, but that's hella cheaper than a 200 dollar vet bill (especially the week after vacation when I'm broke). Between her nervous stomach and other illnesses in these first couple months, I wonder if she was given up to the pound because she's a dog with chronic immunological disorder. Or perhaps it's all psychosomatic and she needs a doggie therapist. Or maybe I'll just throw down a shitload of money in the beginning but after 6 months she won't get sick for years and years and years.
6. I need some help from the pop culture/movie junkies in the house. Which movie has Jane Fonda having sex and appears to be all into it, but then she looks at her watch? Is that Klute? I'm totally blanking here.
