Sometimes I'm grateful I'm me...
Mar. 22nd, 2009 10:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
msfledermausThis weekend was a sweet shot of much-needed sunlight. I uncovered the garden, and did a little yardwork for the first time this year that didn't involve shoveling snow. I also walked around the island for a while and picked up little quarried rocks from the old stonecarving site near the railroad tracks. I'm thinking at some point of hitting a garden store and getting new plants and perhaps some kind of small garden-gargoyle. Domestic bliss, baby...
Also,the Sweeties were over at my place for dinner, and we made mussels in wine sauce...I love making that dish so much:) And before dinner we were watching the Jonathan "The Impaler" Sharkey documentary. It was massively entertaining, though often heartbreakingly sad for people who were in the guy's life. I've known a handful of people like that, like most of us have--the swaggering loudmouth bullies,the ones that just seem to make these humongous messes out of everybody's lives, and can't or don't choose to be self-aware enough to think about what they're doing... I kept yelping out things during the show, things like, "Hey, stop micromanaging her blood-ritual!" "Ohmigod, he just bit himself on the arm!" "Wait a minute--That's MY BEDSPREAD from Hot Topic he's wearing as a cape!" "Dude, American flag t-shirts just don't go with green pants!" It's a wonder someone didn't put a canvas bag over my head and sit on me until I shut up...
Anyway, apparently my point is something along the lines of, "Documentaries about crazy bullies make me grateful for my wierd and happy little life..."
Also,the Sweeties were over at my place for dinner, and we made mussels in wine sauce...I love making that dish so much:) And before dinner we were watching the Jonathan "The Impaler" Sharkey documentary. It was massively entertaining, though often heartbreakingly sad for people who were in the guy's life. I've known a handful of people like that, like most of us have--the swaggering loudmouth bullies,the ones that just seem to make these humongous messes out of everybody's lives, and can't or don't choose to be self-aware enough to think about what they're doing... I kept yelping out things during the show, things like, "Hey, stop micromanaging her blood-ritual!" "Ohmigod, he just bit himself on the arm!" "Wait a minute--That's MY BEDSPREAD from Hot Topic he's wearing as a cape!" "Dude, American flag t-shirts just don't go with green pants!" It's a wonder someone didn't put a canvas bag over my head and sit on me until I shut up...
Anyway, apparently my point is something along the lines of, "Documentaries about crazy bullies make me grateful for my wierd and happy little life..."
