Esmee Denters 2: I'll buy you a jet plane, baby

I read nested. I'm a Scoop power user.

I felt bad that I didn't go buy my friend Jen another bag of kitty litter before she got back. She was out, and probably when she got back she was tired and hung over and the cat had pooped on the floor, as that cat does. And it would have been really nice of me to get her more kitty litter, but I didn't.

I hope they're arguing about who ate the pumpkin bread again.

I think they change the batteries out of the thermostat every couple of weeks thinking that it's just not fucking cold enough. It's funny because they were outside on a perfectly temperate day this weekend complaining about the cold. God it's freezing and they are so boring and irritating and I have to get out of here.

I emailed you the story of my purportedly exciting youth in Gilroy.

I will rent that movie. Maybe I will do that tonight. Go to the video store.

This board is having an effect on my posting to other lists. One of the lists I'm on sends messages in plaintext. For some reason - maybe an iphone thing - some people's posts come out as garbled jibberish. I like replying to them, or editing the garbled jibberish into geometric shapes.

I cooked some chicken and vegetables with a little soy sauce spashed on them, and toasted one slice of bread, and the sister-in-law is pretending to be saying to her annoying little dog, rather than passive aggressively announcing to me, "It's stinky in here. Stinky, stinky stinky. Phew!"

does the dog have a sweater on?

No, the dog has really, really long white hair that gets all over everything. Maybe each hair is about a foot long? Otherwise the dog is quite small. They don't clip its hair in the summer, either, which lasts 9 months in Florida.

And it yaps at everything. These two, they tend to tell ridiculous white lies when confronted about anything, so last night when my brother was on about his wife eating pumpkin rolls, she was elaborately explaining how it could not have been her, even though it's just him or her. And when I said I had taught their dog not to yap when I come home and leave the house, and it'd be easy for them to do, too, they said they like it when she yaps. And when the wife said that I was disagreeable, meaning that I disagree a lot, and I said she misused the word, she went to the dictionary and confusedly read the definition aloud and decided that that is what she meant after all, haw haw. This woman, she's finishing her journalism major and she doesn't know who Bill Moyers is. Not that I asked her - my totally un-news savvy stepdad mentioned him. And when I was watching Fox News one day, my brother said, "I hate Fox News, it's so stupid," and she said, "Why?" They have no hobbies, no interests, no friends. They are eating themselves from the inside. When I move out, there is no way they'll replace me. They wouldn't have anyone and no one would have them, with their goddamned decorative pillows that have to go two on one side of the couch and two on another.

that sounds grim. well, at least the dog probably doesn't mind the air conditioning.

bamcquern y do u live w/them?

Lamp, why on that other thread did you think I was "probably dating someone"?

haha really? it was joke callback to that dude that listed "probably has a bf" or something similar which made me lol cause i read ilx too much

Because he's my brother and it was convenient. There were things about them I didn't know when I moved in. I guess I became self conscious at some point about being so self conscious about spaces, because it seemed finicky and uptight. But I've been reading this Edward T. Hall book about proxemics and it helps me understand a lot of why I'm uncomfortable living in this housing development in East (pretend) Orlando - without seeming like an uptight prig. To myself, at least. Anyway, I'm moving when the semester's out. I'm starting to toy around looking at craigslist listings.

xp - it's not that you read ilx too much, it's that he's not on 77

i almost otm-ed you, but then i restrained myself - it is no longer otm day.

the things that people post to the regional alumni listserv of the college i went to are like a glimpse into a totally different world than i inhabit.

the freedom socialist party does not offer a way to unsubscribe from their mailing list.

today would have been Layperson's Formalist Approach to a Problematic Subject Day

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