outer-jessie's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Annaliese and the Missing Pen The good thing about no updates is that it means my day is full and going by quickly. The bad thing about no updates, is no updates. Saturday Rob and I split up to go to gatherings for our respective families: me to my cousin's graduation party and he to his grandparents' surprise birthday party. Apparently it's surprising to the famiglia that we do this? I don't know, an uncle remarked, "ah, so you're not doing the 'married' thing yet," as if that was something meaningful. So the definition of married is "joined at the hip"? Perhaps that goes without saying. But which of us was supposed to sacrifice their engagement? It's sad that we couldn't do both together, but I don't think I would have preferred it any other way. My brother, thinking he was telling a joke, told me that another of my uncles had said something derogatory about Rob. Which fucking pissed me off. I yelled at him (sort of) when I saw him later, but it won't do any good. My family is ruthless. There's nothing I can do to help Rob save face until plenty of time has passed and everyone, Rob included, starts to be more comfortable with his presence. I knew the jibes were inevitable but that doesn't make it ok. I was so upset about it that I yelled at Rob on the phone about being an antisocial fuck, which was completely uncalled for. I felt awful about that. I told him I was sorry, but I didn't tell him what it was all about. His knowing will only make him all the more self-conscious. Ah, fuck them anyway. It's not about them. We had Sunday morning off which was really nice after all the summer activities that have been going on. We took a small vacation supply spree at Walmart and stopped in at my grandmother's which is just around the corner from there. We joined her and my aunt, who is home from Louisiana for the week, for lunch at the Outback. Too bad I don't like steak, but that's why pasta was invented. It was a fun time. Rob got to see my grandmother cry, woohoo! Yup, she got choked up hearing about the sweet things my aunt and uncle did for my cousin for her graduation presents. Hee. I watched the Witchblade season premiere on Sunday after Rob went to work...eh. It wasn't stellar, in comparison with the first premier (is that redundant?). It had some good parts and some beautiful cinematography, but not as much as the first one. The story line is all kinked because it's a redo of what happened last season, since time was reversed in the last episode. That makes it tremendously difficult to write, I imagine, and the whole two hour show seemed to be stumbling around how they were going to handle it. I missed the show yesterday so I don't know how it's turning out; I'll have to catch it later in the week if I can. Yesterday I was pretty much busy all day, which is great, because the day goes by like buttah. No time for updates...but plenty of time for chat, of course. And what a weird chat it was. What's with people getting their whole high school posse signed up just so they can talk to each other from across the room during lunch? Last night before going to sleep, Rob and I watched the last half hour of Carrie. Good, right?! Because I wasn't watching it alone, as is my wont. I still got the shit scared out of me, alas, after the lights were out, when I had forgotten Rob was there and he moved. Only fair though, as I scared the shit out of Rob earlier. Story on that to follow. WARNING: IF YOU DO NOT OR SHOULD NOT WANT TO READ ABOUT MY SEX LIFE, SKIP THIS! Role-playing is what I want. Not dungeons and dragons, mind you -- nurses and doctors and dominatrices (ha) and cheerleaders and porn stars and scientists and people who have been stranded on deserts islands. This is what I want. Friday afternoon I had the brilliant idea that I could purchase some of the costumes for these characters at the Garment District store down the street from where I work. I went there looking for a nurses uniform, or a cat outfit, or devil horns and a pitchfork, or something. What I ended up with was fifty some odd dollars of odds and ends. Allow me to introduce you to Annaliese. Annaliese hid in my closet all weekend, waiting for her time to shine. Last night as Rob was taking his post-Dunkin Donuts shower, I brought her out. She's a purple-haired girl with bright pink-red lips, square blue sunglasses, thigh-high fishnets, The Purple Bodice, a royal blue boa, and shiny sparkly blue underwear with ties at the hips, which double as UNties at the hips. Well. I positioned her at the kitchen doorway where Rob would pass after he got out of the shower. I had no idea what she would say or what she would do. But I was pretty assured of Rob's response: fear! He yelped when he saw this strange girl, naked and damp as he was. Even after he realized she was friend rather than foe, he didn't know what to say to her or what he should do with her. But she knew what she wanted (sorta). She ordered him onto the bed and demanded to know if he was going to need those underwear. He rather thought he was not. I'm pretty sure Annaliese gave him a good go, and she was almost an entirely different person, except for her voice. She acted like a porn star, I thought...in a, um, good way. She was fun. She was a little shy, despite her persona, and pretty uncomfortable, but I think she'll be back. We think she may come back as a cyborg. Rob owes me, baby, but fret not. I got him a lab coat. *eyes glaze over rapturously* SEX TALK OVER! YOU MAY RETURN TO YOUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED HUMDRUM ENTRY. My, how time flies! I haven't gone for a jog since Saturday, haven't swum since at least Friday, haven't looked at any physics since probably last Tuesday. But I have accomplished several other things: giving my cousin absolutely nothing for her graduation, because I suck; eating a whole avocado by myself, a really terrible idea whose magnitude of negativity I didn't fully comprehend until after I was done; using Priceline.com to book a hotel room for next weekend, a thing I thought I'd never do (but it was cheap!); eating a whole box of macaroni and cheese by myself without getting diarrhea. Yes, it's been a banner week. Oh, and it seems I've also lost the backup guy's favorite pen. Can I suck any harder core? I actually like the backup guy (that's saying a lot, folks); this is well nigh unforgivable. But on the up and up, my vacation starts in one week, two days and six hours. And I'm supposed to go see Scooby Doo this Friday. And do-dolen might be coming for a visit this weekend, and I ate three Thin Mint Girl Scout cookies last night. Things aren't all bad. But what did I do with that stupid pen? Did I tell you it lights up when you push its button? Did I tell you it's a phat fat pen? No? What the hell did I do with that pen? 8:52 a.m. - 2002-06-18 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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