12/19/05
well. yesterday i went to my storage unit and went into every single box and i am definitely missing a box of shoes in their boxes. i am missing all my birkenstocks and i don't know what else. and i can not find my black leather jacket. i want these things.
i have asked wade to send my desk chair (he can even keep one!) and my vcr and the remote, and i think there was one more... yup a comforter. and nothing. since the day after thanksgiving. hello? doesn't natalie want that stuff out of there? does she even know it is still there and that i want it?
so i sent an email this morning about the shoe box and jacket. i was ever-so-nice and non-angry or demanding or anything else i could think of that is negative. i did not mention the past stuff i have requested. i did not threaten or anything. but i want my shit!
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i found a lot of stuff to either get out of storage and take home or at least put to the front of the unit so i can get to it when i want it. cool. the place is feeling more and more like home. or i am feeling more and more like juliet. i am not sure if it is one, the other, or a combination of both.
i still have not decided if i am going to go on with the artist's way or not. i got out my other dr. phil book and how to think like da vinci and some others. oh yeah, how you do anything is how you do everything, too. and all my klutz books are at the front of the unit in the bookcase for my eventual enjoyment. ahhhhhhhh, sweet juliet-time!
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about the wild calls a few weeks ago from nat. . . i am sitting her pretty much thinking that she decided she was being really immature and white trash and decided to not call back and show what an asshole she is. but it occurred to me that maybe she thinks she scared me so much that i didn't have the nerve to call her back and let her call me names. hrm. not that it matters in the cosmic scheme of juliet.
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it would appear that i am living in exclamation point land! cool. i don't care. i don't use a lot of other web shorthand or whatever you call it so i am keeping these.
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mmmmmmmmmmm coffee good. and i finally had the damn pancakes i have been craving for (how long?) like two weeks or something.
the other day i realized that there is actually something about wade i will miss: his banana pecan pancakes. not much else i have come up with so far, but those pancakes. i did hate the fact that he always had to make four gojillion of them and that he could not make the first batch and then sit down with me to eat them and then continue making the next ones to freeze, but, hey, i was only married to him. that certainly does not mean we talked or expressed desires or anything like that. god forbid!
yeah, well next time buddy, i intend to be better to myself and if letting someone know me and what i want and all that jazz leaves me single, so be it. amen.
i have asked wade to send my desk chair (he can even keep one!) and my vcr and the remote, and i think there was one more... yup a comforter. and nothing. since the day after thanksgiving. hello? doesn't natalie want that stuff out of there? does she even know it is still there and that i want it?
so i sent an email this morning about the shoe box and jacket. i was ever-so-nice and non-angry or demanding or anything else i could think of that is negative. i did not mention the past stuff i have requested. i did not threaten or anything. but i want my shit!
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i found a lot of stuff to either get out of storage and take home or at least put to the front of the unit so i can get to it when i want it. cool. the place is feeling more and more like home. or i am feeling more and more like juliet. i am not sure if it is one, the other, or a combination of both.
i still have not decided if i am going to go on with the artist's way or not. i got out my other dr. phil book and how to think like da vinci and some others. oh yeah, how you do anything is how you do everything, too. and all my klutz books are at the front of the unit in the bookcase for my eventual enjoyment. ahhhhhhhh, sweet juliet-time!
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about the wild calls a few weeks ago from nat. . . i am sitting her pretty much thinking that she decided she was being really immature and white trash and decided to not call back and show what an asshole she is. but it occurred to me that maybe she thinks she scared me so much that i didn't have the nerve to call her back and let her call me names. hrm. not that it matters in the cosmic scheme of juliet.
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it would appear that i am living in exclamation point land! cool. i don't care. i don't use a lot of other web shorthand or whatever you call it so i am keeping these.
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mmmmmmmmmmm coffee good. and i finally had the damn pancakes i have been craving for (how long?) like two weeks or something.
the other day i realized that there is actually something about wade i will miss: his banana pecan pancakes. not much else i have come up with so far, but those pancakes. i did hate the fact that he always had to make four gojillion of them and that he could not make the first batch and then sit down with me to eat them and then continue making the next ones to freeze, but, hey, i was only married to him. that certainly does not mean we talked or expressed desires or anything like that. god forbid!
yeah, well next time buddy, i intend to be better to myself and if letting someone know me and what i want and all that jazz leaves me single, so be it. amen.
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