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Left out, but not upset about it.
06.20.05 (8:59 am)
I went out with some friends the other night and realized that (1) I am the only singleton and (2) I am the only one without children (in utero or otherwise).

I have been married.

And divorced.

So I'm also the only one who's been divorced.

It was just plain weird.  I miss them all very much, but their lives have taken a very different direction from mine.  I get the feeling that some of them worry that I'm unhappy or that I'm jealous or something.  There's this sort of "awww" face that people make--you know?  Kind of like I'm a lost puppy or confused or something.  I don't like that.

I don't want kids.

I don't miss being married.

Right now, not terribly interested in getting married again.

I mean, I'm seeing somebody and all, but it's not super-serious.  I'm not even sure if it's serious.  It might be someday.  But right now--where I am in this life--I like it as it is.

 

There simply aren't any guarantees about anything.  That was one thing that this whole divorce taught me.  Even if I were to marry the man I'm seeing now, what's to keep us from splitting up?  Really--there's nothing that says we'd stay together, married or not.  It's always a choice.  Every day it's a choice.  Do I keep moving forward?  Are we changing together or are we growing apart?  Can I live with who he is today?  Can he live with who I am today?

 

If I could make it so that we'd never split up, I wonder what the fallout would be.  Say I got that as a free wish from a genie.  Ten or twelve years down the road are we stuck with each other and miserable? 

 

Ten or twelve years down the road I'd like to be with someone because I WANT to be with him and because he WANTS to be with me.  Because even when it sucks (which it will because that's just how it goes), we'd rather be together and having a sucky time than be apart.  Because after it gets done sucking, we'll be more experienced people and we'll have come closer because of that experience.

 

I never envision any children in these scenarios, BTW.  I just want to be myself with whoever he might turn out to be.

 

Anyway.  So I sometimes feel a bit left out and a bit lonely.  But I'm happy with who I am and I'm content with how things are these days.  I can't honestly say what I'd change if I had the chance.

 

I'm hopeful.

 
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Ew.
06.17.05 (7:39 am)

I can't take it ANYMORE.


Someone PLEASE put Tom-fucking-Cruise and Katie-goddamn-Holmes into SEPARATE BOXES and bury them far apart from each other.


Also?  Media?  Please just stop it.  It doesn't matter, nobody cares.  This is just pathetic.


I can't see War of the Worlds, I can't see Batman Begins...  Because of this....


I love Christian Bale and Liam Neeson.  I love that they shot part of Batman Begins in my own hometown of Chicago.  I love Batman.  I HATE that stupid, stupid little dumb brainwashed Katie (FREE KATIE!) has ruined it for me.  HATE.


And I love Spielberg movies.  But I can't see War of the Worlds without thinking what a nutter Tommy-boy is.  Seriously. 


It's too bad that he (and now she--Miss Scientologist-in-Training ) don't believe in medication for mental illness.  Because clearly, they BOTH require medication.  For mental illness(es).  Badly.


Send Prozac.


Or maybe Thorazine.


Ok.  Done.  I'm wiping the hard drive.  I have no more time, energy or room in my head for these two ridiculous assholes.

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I'm just all...
06.14.05 (11:47 am)

Right.  So the deal is, apparently, that I need to get out of my own head.  Because I can mindfuck myself so completely that I have no idea which way is up and then just decide that I can go ahead, curl up and die because I am a stupid, fat, ugly piece of crap.


GOD.


Anyway.  It's been way, way, way too hot here in Chicago.  It was nice and then it was horrible and now it's supposed to get nice again.  Soon, I suppose, it will get horrible again.  I prefer cold to hot.  I can always put more clothes on, people.  I can only get so naked.


And don't tell me you didn't know Michael Jackson was going to get off.  You knew it.  My friend iconeater thinks Jackson will wind up living most of the time in Europe and get his hand caught in the cookie jar over there.  Perhaps.  On cnn.com his lawyer is saying that Michael is going to be more careful.  That so doesn't make me feel any better.


Also-Tom Cruise?  Off the list.  I recommend you all get the FREE KATIE gear available on www.cafepress.com  I simply cannot watch him in another movie.  I'm done.  Too bad because I was looking forward to "War of the Worlds."  Jackass.  Vitamins will cure post partum depression... ooooooooooookkkkaaaayyyyy y.  What. EV. er.


So I'm looking to change jobs.  I'm interviewing, etc.  Interviewing is just brutal.  It's so hard to meet with 6 different people in 3 or 4 hours and try to convince them to hire you.  After awhile, you just kind of give up.


Go Arsenal!  Go Spurs!


Ok.  I'm done.  I'm going to sit quietly and try to STOP THINKING.


I'm thinking about a boy and I'm going to think myself really sorry if I don't quit it.

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