2003-02-21 - 7:24 p.m.
I've had no desire to write lately. I've been too busy worrying and overanalyzing things and fretting and eating compulsively.
We actually made a bid on a house, but we were outbid and that's probably a good thing. We are not ready to sell my dad's house yet, and we were only interested if we got an exceptional deal. We're still figuring out the whole process and trying to get a feel for when to jump on something. We're not really movers and shakers. We're more....mullers and loungers. We'll figure it out eventually.
I was actually starting to get really excited about the house and even thinking about where we would put everything and how we could go for walks with our buddies who live like 8 blocks away and trying to decide what bar could be "our bar." It brought back memories of when I was able to have entire relationships (in my mind) with people before we ever went on a date.
The rest of my fretting has been split between the frustration I feel with my violent government's shocking arrogance and the fact that I'm tired of my creepy next-door-neighbor deciding we're buddies. That woman does not understand the meaning of boundaries. Back off, ma'am. And, Dubya, let's not destroy an entire country that is not an immediate threat to us under the guise of protecting ourselves. I don't mean to make light of this situation by including it in a paragraph with my creepy neighbor. There's nothing light-hearted about it. It's horrifying. But I feel at a loss for what to do about it.
Alright, I've got to go...Kevin Spacey is on Fresh Air. I've got the hots for Kevin Spacey. There. I admitted it.
