Monthly Archives: May 2005

Results of throw down

Ken was entirely polite and accomodating. He was down right nice about things. I guess me being white and seemingly heterosexual takes me further than I thought.

Issue of Californian slamming: he said that he came to California looking to get away from the right wing freaks at home and he was really looking forward to meeting the people here. And in the first year he was here he met very few people who were “nice” and when he did they were all from out of state; so from this experience he hypothosized that there were simply no nice Californians and they therefore suck. He also went on to acknowledge that when he is talking like that he isn’t really trying to insult absolutely everyon–he is making a gross generalization and he is going to work on being able to say “most” instead of all, because he is still frustrated with most of his overall experiences. I thought that it makes some sense and I am not going to invalidate his experiences. I am satisfied with the jump to most, cause I think “most” humans in general suck and I’m ok with that being narrowed down to Californians. 🙂 He is still racist and homophobic and I’m going to actively work on that. I don’t think it’s ok and I’m going to introduce him to people and kind of innundate him with the knowledge that people are just people and you should judge individuals on their own merits. It is my goal.

Gun conversations: he said he had no idea that I was sensitive to the issue and he is very sorry that he said stuff that upset me. He pretty adamantly expressed that he will avoid the topic in the future because he wants to be sensitive to my feelings. He used that word. I was impressed. Ok, maybe he isn’t quite the schmuck I have been thinking.

Crap with the blog: he explained that he has had multiple blogs over the years and he has had a lot of issues with people being really nasty in comments. He acknowledged that when he posted it at this time it was more than reasonable to assume that it was just directed at me, but it wasn’t. He realized how nasty it seemed towards me and has been telling Phil that he wants to apologize in person but Phil has been telling him not to talk to me about it. I told him that Phil has said this because I would have bitten his head off and proceeded to take the head apart with tweezers because I was pissed.

All in all I am extremely satisfied with how the conversation went. He was extremely willing to acknowledge that he has been a douchebag and he is going to try to be nice in the future. That means that I can stop being a bitch and just deal with him as a person that is going to be in my life no matter what. The racism and homophobia are going to be hard for me. Puppy has been actively trying to get Ken to be more tolerant over the years. I can get behind that effort. He seems like he isn’t truly a bad person, he is just very young and limited in his experiences and so intolerant of anyone who is different from him. *sigh* Well… it isn’t as if I am the most tolerant person in the world either.

Why am I willing to give Ken another chance? Because I think that people in general deserve a second chance. Because he is Puppy’s best friend and I don’t believe in making people have to choose between people they love. Puppy wants to be able to spend time with both of us, and I understand that. I don’t want to keep all of my friendships completely separate from Puppy. I want him to come with me to events and get to know and appreciate the people I love. He is simply doing the same thing. I have some sympathy for the fact that in dating me, Puppy is seriously cutting back on the time he is spending with Ken and Ken is pretty freakin lonely. Maybe if I include Ken in some stuff and get him to have some level of liking/trust/respect for me… I can influence his brain. Then he might actually turn out to be awesome. 🙂 It’s a goal.

My Puppy is gone. 🙁 I miss him. Today I am finishing my paper. If I finish early I am going to start on sewing. I am taking the wireless card out of my computer for most of the day so I’m not distracted.

laying down the law.

Ok, Puppy wants me to give Ken another chance. (I almost said shot, but the pun there was too much for me.)

Here are the ground rules I am going to ask for.

1. Can he please keep the all Californians are stupid/rude/pathetic comments to a distinct minimum please? He is talking about me when he says them. He is talking about my family. He is talking about a ridiculously high number of my friends. I don’t appreciate it.

2. Can he either keep gun conversations to a minimum in my presence (I’m around him for 2-4 hours every two weeks) or let me know that they are going to start talking about guns now so that I can choose to leave the room. If I am unable to leave because we are in the car or something, can’t it wait? They see one another every day–surely it can be on ice for a short period.

3. Less important, but will still be brought up, don’t tell me that if I have a dissenting opinion he will “flame [me] with the most offensive language [he] knows, trying in every capacity to insult [me].” Because without resorting to juvenile swearing he have already insulted me and he really don’t need to go any further. {Insert generic swearword put down in his direction here.}

I think these are fair.

===================================

In other news: I had a marvelous time with Bridgett. I am so grateful that I have such phenomenal people in my life. Yay!

PSA

So, seeing as it looks like we are allowed to stat moving in on the first that means I have a lot to get done in a short period of time.

How should I be a good girl then? Oh, I know… I will stop distracting myself with the evil internet!!! That’s what I will do. I will turn the internet off on Monday. That way I will focus on sewing and on packing. If you want to get ahold of me for some/any reason: 408.202.4083. I’m sure I will check email at various points, but it won’t be my usual every few minutes. 😀

good grief

So I had insomnia last night. And I woke up to an alarm, which makes me grumpy. It makes me even more grumpy when Puppy doesn’t get out of bed and decides that he actually wants to roll over and sleep for another hour. I don’t go back to sleep once I’ve woken up–so this fucks me, and not in a good way. Eventually he wakes up and I am not the sweetest girl I have ever been. We both lie there for a while not talking, there is obvious tension in the air and I can’t tell if it is me being a bitch cause I’m tired or if there is something on his mind or what. He went and took a shower. drama and angst

so…. close…

Ok. I have finished the last of my assignments for the class I hate. This means I still have to write my seminar paper. (I deserve a bitch slap for not being done with this.) I also have to put together an “Ideas Book” for the class I liked. *sigh* I have until Monday for the evil paper and 13 days for the Ideas Book. Yeah. Watch me procrastinate…

I need an icon for school stuff. Puppy also made the comment that he wants an icon. I told him that if he gets an icon he will have to write guest pieces. We’ll see how that goes. 🙂

I have to leave for school in one hour. It is my last long day of the semester. Jeeeeeeeezus I want to be done already. I still have to drive down to SJ a few more times in the next two weeks, but not for a 5 hour stretch.

Uhm, can you tell I am bored and trying to find good procrastination excuses for not starting my paper immidiately?

Other babbling, cause I like doing that…
All day tomorrow I am working on my seminar paper. Sheesh, it’s only 12–15 pages. That’s nothing… I also have all day on Sunday to work on it. 🙂
Tomorrow night I am going to a sex party. I’m a little nervous cause I’m going with a hot girl and no Puppy. I still haven’t figured out how much play I am comfortable doing, but I know that people will love me even if I say no to everything. It’s a damn good thing too! I get to come home and snuggle my Puppy though. That will be nice. Puppy might be going to work Saturday morning or he might be a slacker. I am willing to bet he will lean towards slacking. He is going shooting with the psycho guy I don’t like in the afternoon and then he is going to spend from 3-10:30 with me and then I have to drop him off at the airport. 🙁 I lose my baby in less than 58 hours. 🙁 I am thinking about going to Sin! afterwards cause it is free for me and it is better than going home and crying. Will anyone else be there?

Oh: Puppy is going to stay shaved for the summer. 🙂

I should go find some meme’s and torture the hell out of my friends-list. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored.

Now I remember

Why I hate giving blood. I spent the rest of the day feeling dizzy and nauseous and I was trembling. On my walk back from the store (I seriously needed red meat and juice) I threw up. I had scoped where the trash cans were on the way there because I knew I was going to need it. That sucked ass through a straw. Yeah. I made steak and mashed potates and had juice and cream corn and it was goooooood. Did you know that cream corn swimming in blood from a rare steak is nectar of the gods? Hot damn was that tasty. Puppy watched a movie and we sort of cuddled every so often. Not the best couch for it. Eventually the movie ended and at 10:30 I went and crawled into bed and fell asleep hard and fast. We managed to go to sleep without having sex. I have no idea when the last time we did that was. Have I mentioned that I am tired of my body deciding that 7 1/2 hours is all the sleep it wants? Waking up at 6 blows chunks.

This morning he told me that he is going to shave for his trip to Nepal. I can logically understand it–it will make his life easier and cooler and all. But I feel funny about it. He made the off-hand crack that I have mentioned that I want to actually see his face at some point and this is my chance. Buddy, I don’t want my shot at seeing you bare-faced to be as you are running off to spend 10 days with your ex in a foreign country. 🙁 His jokes don’t quite go over as he plans at times. I don’t know why I feel so weird about it, but I do. It is occuring to me that maybe I can ask him to just keep it off for the summer or at least for a while. That way it won’t just be about spending time with her in my head.

I still don’t feel well physically. My stomach is upset and I get dizzy when I stand up. Yeah, no gym trip today–I feel weak as a kitten.

meow

it’s been a day already

and I’m tired.

I got up early made Puppy breakfast and ran down to SJ. I had a meeting this morning. It took longer than it should have, but still not that long. It went well–the guy I was talking to is very cool. I had lunch with my sister, it went well. I wandered back to campus and gave blood. This is a deal. I haven’t done it in six years because the last time I did it was horrible and I went into shock. This time I’m just woozy and tired and my tummy hurts. I have talked to my cable company and figured out how to cancel service. I dealt with my stupid cell phone company. I went through a bunch of paperwork last night.

Now I’m going to go sit and write a paper for tomorrow.

I feel so productive and useful. I wish my head felt better now… 🙁

holy something or other.

A newly discovered fragment of the oldest surviving copy of the New Testament indicates that, as far as the Antichrist goes, theologians, scholars, heavy metal groups, and television evangelists have got the wrong number. Instead of 666, it’s actually the far less ominous 616.

wow.

I guess every Satan worshipper with a 666 tattoo is going to feel stupid now. (Oh yeah.. I’m calling Detroit baybee.)

So that people don’t think that all is dark and dismal. {graphic sex}

I had a wonderful evening spending time with polly_perverse and blacksheep_lj. I’m really lucky to have such fabulous friends. We had food that was only slightly scary to me.

I came home and snuggled with my Puppy and we had our usual good sex before dosing off. (It is part of the contract. I get sex every night.) But at some point in the middle of the night… he says I woke him up, but I remember him waking me up. I think I was making noise and moving in my sleep and that got him to wake up. He asked me what was wrong.
Horny.

fucked up {insecurity filter}

Lots of good stuff is happening in my life. But what do I focus on?

Minor frustrations about things that if I posted it here it would really piss off the person I am irritated with.

Being scared about this relationship tanking after I am taking a huge risk.

I am really having issues dealing with my weight right now. Puppy is capable of speaking frankly about the fact that yes, I am carrying around about 20 extra pounds. He is adamant that he doesn’t feel I need to lose weight and that he wouldn’t love me any more if I lost weight and he won’t love me any less if I lose weight, but I feel extra shitty and crappy and fat and ugly.

What in the fuck is wrong with me? I had a really awesome weekend. Puppy and I took in our applications for the apartment that we want. I have wonderful friends who comfort me as I feel ubershitty with no cause. There really is nothing more that I could ask for.

Why in the hell do I want to cut so bad that I am avoiding my bathroom then?

Today…

We looked at a couple of apartments. One was icki and we stayed for about two minutes. The other… well…

To contain my excitement: we likes. It’s rather big! The living room is the size of the living room and bedroom in Puppy’s current place. The master bedroom is probably the size of my room and has So Much closet space. *squeak* The second bedroom is pretty small, but uhm… yeah… that’s ok.

The kitchen is on the small side when it comes to ‘dining area’ but there is quite a bit of cupboard space and easily twice as much counter space as I have at the moment. (Which is more than Puppy has at his place.) We likes. It has a dishwasher! ooohhhhhh…. I remember that….

We talked about furniture arrangements. 😀 We think that we would like to put his bed in the living room and mount the projector over it. 😀 We will then reinforce the frame and make it truly suspension worthy and one side of it will be really perfect for beatings. Let the beatings commense! We will have neighbors below us, and other than that we share just the wall in the kitchen–so in most of the apartment noise isn’t an issue. There is a lot of light throughout the apartment and there is a decent sized balcony/deck. We are already negotiating where stuff will be located. 🙂 I’m excited.

Ok. We haven’t filled out paper work or anything… but this is a pretty cool place. I wouldn’t need a dresser because the smaller of the two closets in the master bedroom has built in shelves. I would probably want something for my delicates, but most of it is fine sitting out like that. (Hell, that is what is happening now…)

Ooh. And there is a garage. 🙂 Did I mention it would put me just a smidge closer to the Observatory and some of my most favoritest people? 🙂

I said I need affirmations

And people came through in spades.

I really appreciate it everyone. Opening my inbox to see a flood of comments made me feel so much better that I wanted to cry. I have no idea what I have done to deserve the wonderful people in my life, but I am so completely grateful.

Thank you.

I called Puppy and said, “I feel like a horrible bitch and I don’t know why you want to date me.” He said, “Well, I don’t think you are a bitch at all and if you don’t know why I want to date you it’s ok. As long as you just keep showing up and seeing that I want you more than anything you will eventually just accept it without understanding it.” Then he told me some of the sweetest things that have ever been said to me.

I’m gonna cry.