I just read some things that really disturbed me. It is one thing to be upset about your candidate losing an election. It is another thing entirely to post dishonest and misleading information about other candidates and about the primary process itself.
No one has been cheated. Nothing has been stolen. If you want to work to reform the electoral system or change the leadership of a political party then energy you spend spewing bile and playing victim would be better spent learning about how the system works.
I should write here more.
That last little rant was very cathartic. Suddenly, the men in my life don't seem quite as annoying. The annoying cats are actually pretty cute and the annoying neighbors pretty cool. I love my annoying work and I'm excited about the new opportunity.
My computer is really a pain in the ass but you can't have everything.
Every man in my life = annoying
Every cat in my apartment = annoying
My neighbors = annoying
Work = annoying
My computer = annoying
Me = irritable bitch
This too shall pass.
Jane maligns my cats. When I come home to find them all sleeping, curled around Jane, the kitties open bleary eyes at me but they don't move. They give a meow of protest when I move them so I can cuddle up next to her, and without fail, they'll move away from me to snuggle back down against Jane's belly or to curl up on the back of her legs.
I like it when the whole pack is under one roof. I like to lie awake sometimes, listening to Jane's quiet breathing and Jack and the dog snoring in stereo, with cats curled against the back of bended knees or purring against bare necks.
I think that contentment is universal. I think thousands and thousands of years ago, there was a woman lying awake as light from a dying fire flickered over the images of mammoth or buffalo or deer painted on the cave walls, and she listened to her companions' breathing and the rustling scratches of the domesticated dogs and felt that, at that moment, all was safe and sound.
I like that idea. I love the concept of continuum.
Thanks to everybody for all the welcome messages.
I think some people may be disappointed if they're expecting this journal to be like Jane's. I can't write about sex the way she does. I can't express myself like that- this journal is probably going to be pretty fluffy.
This is weird because you all know all this stuff about me, all these things that I've done. Having a journal here now is anonymous but not.
I have to figure out what I want to do with this journal. So far I'm not living up to my promise not to be boring.
I'm not as open as Jane, and I'm not as good a writer either. Now that I'm here, I don't know what the hell to write about, but I promise to try and not be so boring in the future.
We're going out for Thai food in a little while. If Jane doesn't get Thai food at least once a week she starts acting funny. Tonight, quiet night at home. "Girl-snuggles" (and kitty-snuggles) on the couch with Janie.
Hi, everyone. I hope none of the people whose journals I'm reading will mind.