I keep laying these paving stones, as in good intentions, don't I?
Now see, "Robin" is going to read this, and then complain that I have posted a whole bunch of lies about him.
That is not true. I am not posting lies about anyone, that is just my interpretation of the facts. His interpretation is wrong. Besides, he has his own blog and can write on it if he wants to.
Well, he came to visit after I took the bar and does not really appreciate how traumatic this was for me. Some long time later, I am still having nightmares about the bar. I really hope I pass it and never have to do it again.
People have not been sufficiently sympathetic about this. "You wanted to be a lawyer," says one particularly imbecilic friend.
"Well, you wanted to be a fuckwit," I say, "And I congratulate you on reaching that goal with stupendous success."
Anyway, Alex is taking the CPA exam sometime soon, and at least I can say that accounting is undeniably more awful than law. At least law generally involves criminals and some degree of excitement. Degrees of murder v. depreciation rules for certain assets? Which is more exciting? Not to mention, you can't win at accounting.
Yes, I do already have a Plan to Intentionally Inflict Emotional Distress on him.
I wish I had something interesting to post about "Robin's" visit, but I really don't, he was nice, and everything, and I don't remember what we did but I did get a call for an interview and he went on an interview and he didn't make me go shopping beyond my tolerance and no conniptions were thrown by either party.
We did go to the Atlanta History Centre and to the Centennial Olympic Park, and I also drove to Monroe, Ga to get a part for the Cadillac.
I also looked at a house which, um, needed some repairs, and I just love it and hope I can get a job and move there.
I did volunteer to help him move. Now some of y'all know that "Robin" does not drink, and this would be a good thing, because then I could fulfill the crucial beer/wine consumption role in moving all by myself, right? And drink proportionately more. But he won't let me drink. Actually, he won't let another person around him drink, so there.
Anyway, if someone helped me move, I would be inordinately grateful. It is not as though people are exactly dropping from the trees to help him move.
No, he is not, and complained about having to pay for my meals while I am helping him. "You would have had to eat at home anyway," he claims.
Bosh to that argument, I say, I would have eaten food I already had, and not had to purchase any.
This is true. He also objected to my "experimenting" on him with some- antique taco shells and some vintage corn muffins and tinned biscuits. Well, they didn't smell bad, but they certainly did taste awful!
Well, I ate (or tried) to eat them too, so I wasn't "experimenting" on him.
Anyway, the move turned out well. I got to be bossy and interfering, and save money, like - "Robin" was very insistent on throwing some old mattresses away, and I said i would sell them on Craigslist, so I got $25 for some mattresses he wanted to throw away, $10 for an office chair, $10 for a lamp, and then I sold a refrigerator too.
I think that would be a good way to get revenge on someone. You could go and sell all their things on Craigslist while they were away. It's FUN to sell someone else's things!
I would be able to tell you was that false pretenses or what, but I have tried my best to forget the Bar.
Ooo! Ooo! And I got to see GRACELAND. "Robin" said I could only go if I never tell anyone he accompanied me, so, I haven't yet. It was awesome! He had no idea why I wanted to go, but I feel like, Elvis is an American monument! You HAVE to go see Elvis!
"Robin" noisily objected. He - I forgot why he didn't want to go, but I just asked him, since he is visiting with me again, and he said something about he didn't want to go see someone dead.
Well. I guess that's a reason. Graceland was surprisingly small- the parts we can see are smaller than my Dad's house. And the tackiness- I think it's been exaggerated to an extent. Alex inexplicably has a chocolate brown toilet sitting in his carport- and why would anyone think this would be a good idea? The furthest I am willing to go in Adventurous colours in Bath Fixtures might be almond. I can't imagine that someone thought this looked good. So I will excuse Elvis' taste, and it was the '70's. Some of the ideas, like mirrored walls and ceiling for a basement staircase, struck me as a pretty good way to make the space look larger. I really enjoyed Graceland and would thoroughly recommend it. I forgot to note that although there were no black people visiting, behind us in queue there was a rather ORANGE lady.
I'll never understand the school of thought that seems to think "Tiger Lily" is an appropriate complexion. You don't look tan, you look like an oompa-loompa.
"Robin" does not like it when I make fun of people, like (this time) when I pointed out the largish lady in the Nike store who was wearing an extremely green and shiny satin blouse. "If you can't lose it, decorate it," I whispered.
"You shouldn't be so mean," he says. "You're not nice."
Well, Duh. Like I ever claimed to be Nice. What fun would that be? And she shouldn't be so fat, is what I say. I bet someday there'll be a Christmas Carol where I am visited by the Ghost of Glandular Problems, the Ghost of Big Bones, and the Ghost of Cellulite Future.
But seriously, you would think that- they have all these diet books, right? I would think by the time I couldn't see my feet anymore, I would stop cramming my pie hole with - whatever it is fat people eat. I would just- stop, right?
Yah Cruella, like you are so good at stopping drinking when you have gotten halfway through the bottle of Crown.
Shut up.
Also, Alex has been loud in his denunciations of canning, claiming it's "like an old people hobby."
So? It's good, he ate a lot of the soup, and then Anthony's mother told me that a store called Big Bear supermarket had strawberries at 69 cents a pound so I bought 24 pounds and made jam and strawberries poached in wine.
See article below.
http://www.slate.com/id/2246148/
I wonder sometimes, shouldn't I be out having a good time or whatever? It's hard to meet nice mens when you are at home canning things.
Then I remember- that time I went out with Mechelle and Dana and Allison and then I hung out afterwards and got into it with that one dude's friends?
Yah, never mind. Anyway, you can't get into trouble being at home canning things. And this summer I am going to have a GARDEN, with tomatoes, and basil, and cucumbers, and squash, and beans, and dill and such and then I'm going to CAN everything, that'll show them. Hee!
O and then that was the night that- that one friend came over with her friend, and then we drank some, and then the following night Anthony came over and we had pizza and then- she gave the pizza guy a really nice tip?
Yes it was! I was pretty sure there was a level below "cheap, meaningless sex," and I don't know what to call it, but I know it when I see it! And I saw it! Among other less amusing things!
