Damn, those things are sock porn.

I have a pair of those on RIGHT NOW AIFG! I'm actually going to derby, though.

Spidra, I am shaking my head and thinking some very, very bad words at your parents right now. Charge rent or don't, fine, but be consistent and fair. Or, a maxim that came up again and again this weekend - do whatever you want, just don't be an asshole about it.

I am trying to figure out how to deal with rage and anxiety without letting Tom know I have rage and anxiety.

Maybe go to bed?

Maybe go to bed?

Maybe.

Or take a shower?

A walk?

Take a book to "read quietly"?

Ugh, trying to deal with rage and anxiety while hiding rage and anxiety sucks.

Ugh, trying to deal with rage and anxiety while hiding rage and anxiety sucks.

No kidding. I recommend a long bath/shower. I like to imagine the rage and anxiety melting away...that is, when I'm not screaming at the person/thing I'm enraged about in my head.

Oh Nora. That's so hard, and I'm sorry for the need to do it. No advice, just hugs.

waiting for official offer on dream job with dream org in dream city

So.fabulous. Everything crossed for you.

my motivation must be out shopping. gah. I still need to write some words today.

So looking forward to the second half of this week. Somewhat bemused by the possible outcomes of HKF trying to show her new doll to Mal, and Mal realizing that this doll is not in any way weaponized. Yet. It does now have a sparkly sleeping bag that didn't cost whatever the branded ones cost. And I tried a very little quilting, which was fun. HKF went full King-of-Cake over this fabric. [link]

Well, we talk about our pets all the time too but I think P-C's brother should stop using the cat as an excuse. It's the girlfriend they are disrespecting. I'd be furious if I were her.

Oh, she is. My dad fixated on the cat thing and hung up, so my brother couldn't get to the girlfriend-related reason he wouldn't stay with them. And I confirmed that they haven't met her or even seen pictures of her. She's not real to them.

I told my brother to show up on Thursday with the girlfriend, the dog, and the cat. That's the makings of an indie film right there.

And then I realized that they already made that movie, and it was called Guess Who's Coming to Dinner. And then my brother quoted this monologue that sums it up perfectly:

You listen to me. You say you don't want to tell me how to live my life. So what do you think you've been doing? You tell me what rights I've got or haven't got, and what I owe to you for what you've done for me. Let me tell you something. I owe you nothing! If you carried that bag a million miles, you did what you're supposed to do! Because you brought me into this world. And from that day you owed me everything you could ever do for me like I will owe my son if I ever have another. But you don't own me! You can't tell me when or where I'm out of line, or try to get me to live my life according to your rules. You don't even know what I am, Dad, you don't know who I am. You don't know how I feel, what I think. And if I tried to explain it the rest of your life you will never understand. You are 30 years older than I am. You and your whole lousy generation believes the way it was for you is the way it's got to be. And not until your whole generation has lain down and died will the dead weight of you be off our backs! You understand, you've got to get off my back! Dad... Dad, you're my father. I'm your son. I love you. I always have and I always will. But you think of yourself as a colored man. I think of myself as a man.

Quoth my brother: "and that's a quote from 1967, fuck."

To my surprise, even my little sister has clued in to the fact that our dad doesn't really act like a father. I don't think I even had a father figure. I hate whenever anyone says I look, sound, or act like my dad.

hugs for Polter