monday, june 26
christina ricci (site) just when you escape you have yourself to fear.. a restaurant that never has to close, breakfast every hour - it could save the world... --tori amos, purple people it's funny the songs that come to mind when it's 4, 5, 6 am and the birds just won't shut up and you end up watching c. thomas howell movies starring women with the worst boob jobs in history and brian austin green and you pick the book back up to maybe find unread pages and is thankful for four pages worth of the authors' acknowledgements of people with no last names who gave up their couch a few nights or "Kept Them Sane", gag, or something, and you get this heavy headache that you know sleep would cure but your brain just won't shut the fuck up and let you imagine nice cuddly things and the birds keep taunting you outside and oh fuck it, need to pee, and 6.30, maybe cold water would help, 6.45, 46, 47, somebody honks outside and it barely registers and fuck it's too early to call for their company and 48, 49, 50 foot is still tapping and the fucking pillow is too hot and you lose it and 10.30 the phone rings and you say "no, of course i wasn't asleep" with the voice of a drunk and then there is just no point. hypothetically, of course...	so i got tori amos this cute pinball machine and awesome wide screen tv and appropriately enough, she proposed to tim burton in front of it and swish, they got married and in a very radical move he became mr amos and i can't even tell you the anxiety when tori was constantly too depressed to even pick up the goddamn paper and find a job or read a book and all these plates with their fruitfly clusters amassed on the kitchen floor because neither tim nor tori could be arsed to clean up, or the very humiliating time tori wet herself in the living room (i made tim clean up the puddle so she wouldn't feel bad) and tim tried to cook dinner and set the kitchen on fire and tori had to call the fire department and the people who showed up and took over the house and then wouldn't leave so tim and tori could sleep and - garrett: "jennie - i want ATTTENTION!!" ghod, the sims sure can turn a 3 hour span while your babysitting subject is napping into an outrageously stressful event that the real life being you are caring for can't even come close to recreating even when he's crying relentlessly for ten minutes because you made the mistake of taking the kleenex out of the box instead of letting him do it by himself.. to my defense, it was my first time, i didn't know i was supposed to hire tori & tim a maid to help them out and that tori's the one that needs food and company at all times while tim's the introvert who just really prefers to watch some action movies and take nice baths after work... angela graceously salvaged the House of Terror i had created and soon enough tori was quite the little housewife while tim had managed to get promoted twice, and apart from tori not liking the dishwasher i bought for them, all was finally peace and quiet in The Amos Family house.. heh. thank ghod i don't have this game at home. i'd be driven completely mad by the end of the day. (yeah i know i'm late at getting in on the fun, but heh, i have no puter - what can you do? [except mooch off others'..]) watching garrett for the afternoon was in comparison blissfully easy as usual, despite meltdowns here and there. he's turning 3 and wants to do eeeeverything. open the door before he gets to it and you will SUFFFFEEEER.. angela says it means he's extremely comfortable around me because he'll treat me the way he'll treat her instead of putting on a devious "i'm an angel" front like he does with outsiders, although really, it feels like a strange honor when he's kicking on the bed, tears spurting wildly, because *gasp* you had the balls to turn on the light instead of expecting him to do it. it also means that when we are in various stores, he will --how should i put this-- put a distance between us, grin, and then run and SLAM into, well, erm, my butt. i don't think he's aiming for my butt, exactly, more like just executing a random hugby, but it's quite funny when it happens when you're not looking and BOOM - you're rammed by something small that's almost choking with laughter and won't quite let go of your leg. it's okay - i'm told it's the young boy version of when my 3 year old girl cousin would incessantly beg to brush my hair, and it's actually quite amusing, but, well, still. hehe. i wish i had some clever punch line here about the sims and how funky real life can be but i'm just an idiot hoping i won't wet my pants in public or burn down the kitchen myself, so i can't come up with one. sorry. it's okay. if you come by i can ram you if it'd make things better? whatever. okay, bye. see ya (and always, always, watch your back!)
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