Jan. 24, 2004
up 10 ish, phone rang, it was a call for Sweetie. Drank coffee. Sweetie made
wings. I had 2 of those & oatmeal.
Went to HEB & got more SJW, also vitamin b complex drops.
library, got 6 books.
Book PPL & WF. Got some sandalwood incense at BKPPL.
Lottery ticket
checked PO box, new ish of Renmag.
Home by 2
started fire in fireplace. Made Mac & cheese with tuna & spicy sauces
& more cheese. Napped in front of the fire.
skye_DS didn't call or email. No big surprise. What is surprising is
that I find myself feeling sad that she didn't. When am I going to
learn with that gal? I will offer and offer and she will never
respond. That is the way it is.
Went to Z Helene show. It was nice to see STephanie. The small
ceramic doumbek(?) was hurting my ears badly so I left at
intermission. Carissa saw us at the door and also at intermission.
She was signing at me and I said I didn't speak sign, and then
Carissa was apparently saying something to Stephanie in sign
about 'do you socialize with this person? I don't remember seeing her
before' and making...uncomplimentary....gestures. Unless I'm just
being paranoid. she's a fairly nasty yankee thing, pretty loud & rude
and her dancing & other body language are fairly [unappealing=not
sure what word to put here. ugly, jerky, graceless, in-your-face kind
of stuff], so maybe she was just asking what STephanie said she was.
She is a rude yankee bitch. I've seen her at the bellydance shows at
Cafe Mundi a bunch of times. I've seen her at Air Coolers at least
once I can think of, maybe 2 or 3 times, so that 'I don't recognize
you' 'I've never see you before' thing is pretty fucking insulting.
Then again, why be hurt because some loud nasty rude yankee bitch
doesn't know who I am?
Do I want this woman knowing me? Calling me on the phone? Wanting to
be my friend? no...I don't. So consider the source and don't let that
stupid shit hurt.
Back at home. More firewood in the fireplace, warm clean greenie,
quilt & pillowcase. Reading & being warm at home.
Pace is having a party tonight. My ears hurt, my head hurts. I think
I'll skip it.