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Very pretty. Sadly, they don't sell any flats.

Even if she lived there?

Yes. If I'm paying rent, I expect some say in things like religious iconography on the building I'm renting. I'd expect the owner to at least ask, whether it's Christmas decor, Jewish iconography, or Mithric dioramas.

Very pretty. Sadly, they don't sell any flats.

Yes, these are shoes that I could never, ever wear.

Is this a shared house? I mean, do they live there or just own it?

They live there. It's two front doors going onto a shared front porch.

Yes. If I'm paying rent, I expect some say in things like religious iconography on the building I'm renting. I'd expect the owner to at least ask, whether it's Christmas decor, Jewish iconography, or Mithric dioramas.

I figure that the outside of the house is theirs to do with what they want. They've got the decorations over the whole porch, but they only put wreaths on their door, not mine. If they'd put a wreath on my door, I probably would have talked to them about it. Stuff just on the porch, I don't think I have any say in it, but I don't think that I should have to justify my feelings if having to walk through it every day and look at it out my window makes me uncomfortable.

I don't think that I should have to justify my feelings if having to walk through it every day and look at it out my window makes me uncomfortable.

You don't. (By the way, I am impressed that you kept your cool on FB the other day with the person who commented several times about how you really should change your mind about being sick of Christmas. Didn't she even say something like "I really want you to think about changing your mind"? *I* was ready to tell her to pipe down, but I figured since you were ignoring her, I would do the same.)

By the way, I am impressed that you kept your cool on FB the other day with the person who commented several times about how you really should change your mind about being sick of Christmas. Didn't she even say something like "I really want you to think about changing your mind"? *I* was ready to tell her to pipe down, but I figured since you were ignoring her, I would do the same.

She's about 80 years old, and she was my French teacher in middle school and high school. I really couldn't say anything disrespectful, so I went with saying nothing.

Hil. I'm sorry that the decorations make you uncomfortable.

I did some reading and writing done today, but other than that and emptying out my DVR I got nothing done. I'm still feeling ooky from last night's an anxiety attack, and my stomach is really unhappy today. TCG will be home soon. I was going to make dinner, but I don't feel like eating so I'll see if he wants a veggie burger or something quick before we do our errands.

so I have been having some pain on my teeth in the left side. Sensitive to chew over there, sensitivity to hot and cold.

It has become kind of painful, so I decided to see a dentist. I don't as a rule enjoy going to the dentist.

Beau had to go because he broke a tooth, so I went to see his dentist and of course I had worked myself up: I'm going to need a tooth pulled, a crown, extensive work that will go into June 2013, etc.

Get this: no infection anywhere.

Dentist believes that my pain is as a result of grinding my fucking teeth at night and recommended a mouth guard and perhaps a change of shoes.

!!!!

Unfuckingbelievable.

I'm going in for a full set of x-rays, etc. in January.

Hey, a change of shoes beats getting a tooth pulled for reals.

I really couldn't say anything disrespectful, so I went with saying nothing.

Sounds like the best plan in this case. I'm sorry if the decorations, or radio stations that randomly dump usual programming, or any of it makes you uncomfortable. Discomfort isn't right or wrong, it just is, and I hope that it is as minimal as possible.

Ugh. Must rant; ROOOMMATE! (Imagine in khan voice)

If I ask you to take something to the post office because I will be heading out of town, and I want it out soonest, and it's in a priority mail envelope, DO NOT stick it in a bag, tell me you mailed it, and only two weeks later when I haven't gotten paid, "find" it in a work bag. For fucks sake. If I didn't need it to go out for THREE WEEKS, I would've waited and mailed it myself. Fuck.