Oh well, VP. I guess my neighbor situation sorta kinda continues. Thankfully, I don't interact with them anymore, but I'm still affected in a way. The girl got kicked out but is still up there quite a bit. I hear her stomping around like a herd of elephants. I despise her so much. She's such a parasite. It makes me sad to know that she has three children.
Actually, she was kinda scary looking. I'd imagine she was pretty intimidating. I remember seeing commercials a little while back on the Hallmark Channel for a Coco Chanel biopic starring Shirley MacLaine. I'm pretty sure that had I actually watched that (I didn't, btw), I would have had to turn in my hetero man card.
Remember when she was just that hot, saucy chick in those Jack Lemmon movies? What happened? (ok, technically speaking neither of us were alive when she was in those movies, so we can't actually remember. But you catch my drift, right? No? Well, I blame the aliens in my head.)
Grammar isn't one my strong suit, especially not on here (or the internet in general). When I'm writing something formal, like a research paper for a class, i can do just fine. But when I'm just casually talking on the internet, I begin to throw commas and periods around with reckless abandon. At least I don't throw in LOLs, lolcatspeak, or textspeak. That stuff makes me want to off myself. I prefer the "too much tacos" paradigm of inside jokes and short hand.
It happens a lot. There's a thread over on CE right now that sort of fits that description. People need to learn just a little bit of self control. It's fine if bad grammar annoys you, but to take the time to type out lengthy, condescending responses is about 100 times more juvenile than the worst grammar offense humanly possible. I love it when people start ganging up and mocking whoever the "offender" is... "Huh, yeah. You sure told that guy. LOL! High five, bro!!! Isn't it great to be so damn smart, and to be right about everything?? Wooo!! What a chump!"
Thank you for your speedy and very helpful comments. Truthfully, there have been things about her that have grated on me lately as well. The worst part of all this is that I have to deal with loneliness again all of a sudden. I know what that feels like, since I suffered greatly from it for a long time after the passing of my wife. I was grateful to have found a companion that I could feel close to. It would still hurt under any circumstances, but it's even more difficult what with all the other stuff I'm dealing with.
Yes, the time vs. money equation is always present. I'll be doing some major cost cutting pretty soon if a job is not forthcoming. Hopefully it won't come to that.
I try to get out whenever possible. I do a lot of walking. I now find myself with more time on my hands than I can bare. In fact, being alone on Friday and Saturday nights is a shock to my system. It's not even that we did much of anything, mostly because of money concerns. Usually we went for an inexpensive dinner, sometimes a movie, or just sitting on my couch and listening to music, talking or watching TV. Making love was on the menu as well fairly regularly.
I'm pretty sure I mentioned a long time ago that I used to belong to a gym. I also ate right, resulting in the loss of 45 pounds. That was when I was seeing Lyrical and feeling better about myself. I've recently gained back over 15 pounds, mostly due to my bout with depression and anxiety.
It's especially hard to take that Mae-Ann would do this when I was trying so hard and making progress emotionally with the help of medication and counseling. That's the part that baffles me and hurts the most.
Well, I suppose if I have to be known for something, clowns are better than nothing. You're right, that was a mime in the back of the police wagon. I wonder if he was sent off to mime jail. I think we can safely assume that he wasn't a stool pigeon of some sort. I'm not sure if throwing him in solitary confinement would do any good. He's already in his own person cube thingy.
This is soooo bad. Have you ever seen the Sgt Pepper movie with the Bee Gees? That's bad too. The part where the robot sings "Mean Mr. Mustard" made me embarrassed for the entire human race. Getting a root canal while nude would have been less awkward and painful*. I wanted to burn my television. See, I'm saying that I didn't like it very much.
(*I've never had a root canal, so I'm just guessing based on what I've heard about the procedure. And being naked during the process would obviously be awkward. I probably didn't need to explain that part. But I did. Enjoy.)
Not dissimilar, in fact, to the interrobang (), which is, by far, my favorite punctuation mark.