Is it just me, or is it kind of fucked up that people dig up all of Egypt to find buried people? Don't get me wrong, I'm a fan of archeology and can understand the importance of knowing about history but still, isn't it weird that we celebrate digging up intact funereal chambers? I guess it doesn't matter to the dead since, well, their dead (and for the wealthy and powerful Egyptian dead, they would probably be far too busy hanging out with their friends, pets, and riches in the afterlife to pay attention to what was going on back in the old home town). Still, there is something asinine about the idea of someone digging up my grandfather in 4,000 years and awing at well his casket remained intact (especially considering said grandfather did not want to be buried but wanted to be cremated so that no poor schmuck would have to mow over him).
Long weekend should equal productivity and adventure.
Yeah, it doesn't, although I have read like a mother fucker. Seriously, have you tried the Larsson books? I've owned Dragon Tattoo for ages but never opened it until I started reading reviews of the movie. I was so hooked that I finished it in three days and bought the sequel because I wasn't about to wait on the library. Reading is one of the only entertaining pastimes I have left. I've canceled my cable and am considering canceling my Netflix to save that $8 a month. I've also sold all but my very favorite books and DVDs so that I have cash on hand for things like Johan's supplies. That sounds incredibly pathetic but as I told a friend, I'm not blowing guys in the 7-11 parking lot in order to buy a gallon of gas. I've even treated people to meals twice this week. Last Friday featured a monthly meeting with one of our clients and it was a bad one. My poor former boss has been beaten down over the last two weeks so when I finagled an invitation to the weekly lunch with my former department, I sprung for her. She wasn't pleased at first because it wasn't planned but she sucked it up* and accepted when I said, simply, "you've had a rough few weeks, you deserve it." And last night I met J at our pub so that we could watch the first half of the Giants/Packers game**. I would have liked to stay longer, drinking beer and finishing the game, but J wasn't totally down with that and it started to smell. J informed me that it was a 'kid' smell from one of the few tables that had small children and evidently, parents don't do anything about that smell anymore. So yeah, pretty boring at chez Cat but what's new? I'm totally not making good use of my time and I haven't been to the gym in ages. I fell off the sugar detox bullshit awhile ago and planned on restarting today or tomorrow. But I'm not going to. Instead, I'm going to focus on low fat and gluten free in hopes of magiking my MS away***. I need my diet soda and I hate not being able to have fruit if I can't have candy so fuck you sugar detox, I'm going to eat lean meats, vegetables that I can stand****, fruit, and all the diet fucking soda I want. I will, however, detox for three weeks from booze as I need to rehab it for awhile after the holiday season (which begins with my birthday and ends tomorrow). But I'm not giving up diet soda and I'm going to quit with the whole milk and bacon because it doesn't feel right to eat lots and lots of animal fats even if some say we should go back to the hunters and gatherers for nutritional advice. I'm all for eating animals and what grows out of the ground, but can I at least eat the animals that dieted and weren't couch potatoes? Thanks!
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At about 1 a.m. on Sunday morning I received an email from Stalker with a 'simple request' that when we see each other, we acknowledge one another with a friendly 'hello' or 'hey'. My response was perfectly 'simple' as well. "Go fuck yourself. And never email me again." Too much? I don't think so. He doesn't understand subtlety and I couldn't risk his reading between lines. It didn't help matters that earlier that day a mutual friend said something that sounded so much like Stalker that I panicked and asked him to prove who he was by answering a question about pet names because I was paranoid his email had been hacked.And if you have a simple, innocent, impersonal request, do not email my personal email address at 1 a.m. in the morning. And if you've hacked into my email so that you can spy on me and then harass me for a few hours until I threaten to ruin your life, what right do you have to make a request of me anyway?
Now, if you'll excuse me, it is really cold outside and I'm stupid so I'm going to go take a really long walk. Without a bra on.
*The last time we lunched together, former boss sprung for me without warning. So yeah, suck it up bitch.
**I was really pissed to miss this game because it was a good one from what I could see and I was only somewhat invested in the outcome. I'd been directed by Hunter to root for New York only because he's a Chicago guy with a grudge against Green Bay. I could get on board with that as I root for the Bears (family thing) but J also pointed out that Aaron Rogers is a great QB who was treated like shit by Favre and Favre is certainly not one of my favorite people.
***Don't worry, I don't really think I can eat my way out of MS... I'm going to wave crystals, light candles, and pray to my goddess spirit for that, thank you very much.
****The offer still stands.
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