| | My week is over! (I tried to post last night,but the stupid internet was giving me guff!) Yeah I was all set to "party hardy" but Frank is in Ireland (having a good time but not seducing preteens this time I hope), and Sterling had the gall to have a life! Since I had all of this time to myself I saw a sappy musical no one would have wanted to see with me... hence the tite, Funny Girl. Okay first of all, I dispute the fact that people who need people are the luckiest people. That's bullshit, almost everyone needs someone else, I can think of only a very very few people who are self sufficient (if this wasn't so, why is solitary confinment the worst punishment in prison). That's like saying people who need to eat once or more a day are the luckiest people (true, that doesn't fit as well, but its equally as moronic). Second, what the fuck did she see in Nick anyway, the man was clearly a loser, and she deserved someone who wouldn't feel the need to compete with her (like...um... Nathan Lane in Isn't she great, but have Bette Middler be faithful to him in that movie, or Bette Davis' boyfriend/husband in All About Eve, but have Bette stay in the play). He was nothing but a gambler, who probably cheated on her ('didn't like to be tied down', I mean come on woman get a clue, that screams unfaithful), and then he acted like a bastard when he started to lose. She could have been better about getting him that job, but then, he didn't have to break the law like he did. Anyway, their whole relationship was stupid, why couldn't she have married her nice friend from Henry street (was he gay?). I wanted Nickto be exposed for the total asshole he was, so both myself and her mother could be vindicated.
Anyway, that movie aside, I did some thinking yesterday. Mostly I compared my life now to a year ago. At this time last year, Frank and were doing...okay, I think. I had a few guy friends, but they were assholes, (no Sterling really, I mean like I knew him of course) I had just broken up with Michael Yoho (he came onto me, or whatever that was, on Halloween). I think Jacob and I were doing badly (big surprise, we fought like cats and dogs...since we started going out actually). I was on pills, and things were not going well in the house I lived in.
I think things have improved in a year. Frank and I are doing well (little strained with me feeling badly, but I think the distance is helping him cope with me better, and it means I can't fly to him everytime I feel bad, which is a plus/minus), Michael Yoho calls me every weekend (bored I think), but we don't really talk. Sterling and I are doing well, I mean true my feeling bad makes things kind of awkward (short of him telling me to feel better, he can't do much). My house is quiet, I live with a stranger, but she seems like a nice stranger (if one can discern that from handwriting on post it notes and french fries on a plate). I think I am growing (not vertically, but that's okay). So now, I just need to make it through this hell of a quarter, and things will be fine, hell things might even be good!
posted by Amber at 2:37 PM
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