Ow itchy!

My wrist broke out in a rash yesterday while I was at Jen's. I blamed the dog, even though I've never been allergic to dogs before. But it's worse this morning, and now I have a new suspect: my pride bracelet. Since I've been wearing it constantly for several weeks now, I think it might be the thing that is irritating my wrist. I took it off, sadly, this morning. I hope the rash goes away soon.

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Heard in the other room, as a thunderstorm approaches:

Rain Rain go away
Come again another day
Little Rosie wants to play

That was fun...

Shortly after my last post, the power went out. It's just come back up.

It was a very strange thing: only my side of the street was affected, and even the people on the other side of the alley still had light. But it was out for at least three blocks! I walked down and looked. People all down the street were outside, because it was far cooler out there than indoors without fans or airconditioning.

I lit several candles and my grandmother's old oil lamp, but I had to extinguish the lamp when it started flaming out below the wick opening. Too bad, because it casts far more light than any candle.

If only I'd been able to find my non-cordless phone, it would almost have been fun. Of course, not being able to play Amber sucked. But I'm back now and all is well.

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mactavish stands up for the word cunt (and its original referent...)

And I'm torn between intellectually agreeing with her, and viscerally cringing at various memories. No one in my "real-world" life has ever used that word positively.

The question in fact throws me back into the bedroom of my college apartment, with my very first boyfriend Jim. He called me "my little cunt-dribble". He acted like he thought it was endearing and cute, but he probably got a kick out of the reaction it got from me. I thought it was disgusting and cruel, and nothing else he did was so guaranteed to upset me.

Damn. I can see the place. It's like I'm there now. Brown fake-wood paneling, brown contoured carpet, narrow twin bed, closet on the left of the bed, fish tank at its foot, small window above the head with pale yellow curtains.

An odd mix of emotions...I was very much attached to him, but he was cruel to me in many small ways. I remember him telling me more than once that I was getting fat (I doubt I weighed more than 160 at the time). He had pet-names that were derogatory. He was constantly borrowing money or letting me pay for things and never ever paid me back. And yet I was sure I was in love, I wanted nothing but him. Even after we broke up it took me two years to find peace and a new love.