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Mmmm, coffee
Jan. 8th, 2004 01:06 amToday I am amused.
I took some soup, orange juice, Coldeeze, Vitamin C, and cough drops to dear old D who is very, very sick with the flu. I'm not sure why I felt compelled to, but I did ....maybe it's because I know that he doesn't have anyone else. *shrugs*
He was cranky and sick and for the first time in our relationship (or lack thereof) he was pouty and childish. D has many personality traits that I recognize and don't admire, but he's never been petulant before.
It came up when I brought up the state of the union (more specifically our union)... as post-couple and not yet friends--we're totally unable to have a conversation of substance on the few occasions that we talk. I asked him if he thought it was strange and he replied, "Well yeah, when you call me up and just tell me how great your life is, what am I supposed to say?" I told him he never gave me anything to work with and that I was simply telling him what was going on in my life. *shrugs* He continued to pout.
At first I was bewildered...but then it occurred to me that he's jealous?
What the hell. He's one that left...he's always the one who leaves. I don't know if he's unhappy and upset that I'm doing better than he is or did he expect me to be crushed (again) and unable to go on (that was soooo 2003). I mean, what the hell...he broke my heart and he's begrudging me my recovery? Good holy god.
It's amusing, but sad. What did he expect? Jaysus.
In other news, I'm happy and caffeinated! I got my Gevalia coffee maker and coffee today---YAY! I am so excited! :) I know, it's tres ghetto to have a coffee of the month club, but it works me into a frenzy. I love Gevalia coffee...none of that rich, dark, acidic crap for me....bring on the weak, sweet nectar of Gevalia...I do so adore my crappy coffee. Hooray! When I received the package at work I was so damned cheerful that my boss commented that she hadn't seen anyone look that happy in quite awhile...and all it took was a pound of Hazelnut and Chocolate Raspberry coffee to do it. Life is good...and satisfaction (however fleeting and shallow) is so much easier to find than it has been in the past. I don't need to direct anyone to the man in the boat....I just need a travel mug and I'm happy for hours! Life is little and full of teeny tiny victories...and it's good.
:)
I also bought myself a Pink Nalgene bottle as a reward for losing 5 lbs last week. Yay for me!
In other news, James gave me a henna tattoo on my left palm. It's rather ugly but people seem to like it. Perhaps it makes me look more worldly and experienced? Maybe they're just happy to see that it isn't suspicious residue. *shrugs* It also smells like sunless tanning lotion which gives me flashbacks to the ugly splotchy days of junior high when I had an unfortunate run-in with the fake bake. Yick. It's going to take awhile to fade, until then I've got a big fat ankh on my wrist and an unfortunate smell on my hands. I'm such a lucky girl.
And that's all the thrilling news for now. I still hate work, I still need to apply for the teaching abroad programs, and I still can't dance, understand statistics, or spell convenience (unless of course, I can)...but life is good all the same.
Hope you are all well.
I took some soup, orange juice, Coldeeze, Vitamin C, and cough drops to dear old D who is very, very sick with the flu. I'm not sure why I felt compelled to, but I did ....maybe it's because I know that he doesn't have anyone else. *shrugs*
He was cranky and sick and for the first time in our relationship (or lack thereof) he was pouty and childish. D has many personality traits that I recognize and don't admire, but he's never been petulant before.
It came up when I brought up the state of the union (more specifically our union)... as post-couple and not yet friends--we're totally unable to have a conversation of substance on the few occasions that we talk. I asked him if he thought it was strange and he replied, "Well yeah, when you call me up and just tell me how great your life is, what am I supposed to say?" I told him he never gave me anything to work with and that I was simply telling him what was going on in my life. *shrugs* He continued to pout.
At first I was bewildered...but then it occurred to me that he's jealous?
What the hell. He's one that left...he's always the one who leaves. I don't know if he's unhappy and upset that I'm doing better than he is or did he expect me to be crushed (again) and unable to go on (that was soooo 2003). I mean, what the hell...he broke my heart and he's begrudging me my recovery? Good holy god.
It's amusing, but sad. What did he expect? Jaysus.
In other news, I'm happy and caffeinated! I got my Gevalia coffee maker and coffee today---YAY! I am so excited! :) I know, it's tres ghetto to have a coffee of the month club, but it works me into a frenzy. I love Gevalia coffee...none of that rich, dark, acidic crap for me....bring on the weak, sweet nectar of Gevalia...I do so adore my crappy coffee. Hooray! When I received the package at work I was so damned cheerful that my boss commented that she hadn't seen anyone look that happy in quite awhile...and all it took was a pound of Hazelnut and Chocolate Raspberry coffee to do it. Life is good...and satisfaction (however fleeting and shallow) is so much easier to find than it has been in the past. I don't need to direct anyone to the man in the boat....I just need a travel mug and I'm happy for hours! Life is little and full of teeny tiny victories...and it's good.
:)
I also bought myself a Pink Nalgene bottle as a reward for losing 5 lbs last week. Yay for me!
In other news, James gave me a henna tattoo on my left palm. It's rather ugly but people seem to like it. Perhaps it makes me look more worldly and experienced? Maybe they're just happy to see that it isn't suspicious residue. *shrugs* It also smells like sunless tanning lotion which gives me flashbacks to the ugly splotchy days of junior high when I had an unfortunate run-in with the fake bake. Yick. It's going to take awhile to fade, until then I've got a big fat ankh on my wrist and an unfortunate smell on my hands. I'm such a lucky girl.
And that's all the thrilling news for now. I still hate work, I still need to apply for the teaching abroad programs, and I still can't dance, understand statistics, or spell convenience (unless of course, I can)...but life is good all the same.
Hope you are all well.
