A Journal of Sorts |
12 February 1999Icky sweetTom came home bearing gifts again today. Such a sweetie he is. Lovely roses and a schmaltzy valentine. Of course, the roses are the perfect valentines red except for one that is white with red edges on the petals. They are perfect, absolutely exquisite roses from my perfect(?) husband.Ed (my ex) should be here to get Jason for the weekend at any moment now. I'm tired and not in the mood to make dinner, so I hope he gets here before Jason's stomach attacks the house. An ugly sight, that is! I talked with Dede and Katie on the phone today. I told Katie I was going to delete my web site and put a different one out there. She told me, "I think you should. Your web site is all icky sweetness and light and ~you~ aren't. I think I'm offended. I also got to chat briefly with my sister on AOL Messenger this evening. She gets disgusted because she is constantly losing carrier and always tells me, "The next time I go away, I'm gone for good." She means it, too.
I plan to do nothing tonight and nothing again tomorrow - an aspiration I rarely achieve.
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