sisabet

So this weekend was nice - S. flew into town and it's always great to see him. Next weekend I have tentative plans to go see [unknown band at this time] with his girlfriend, as she will be all down with the missing of him. She's a sweet girl, I like her a lot and since we both think S. hung the moon, we rarely run out of things to talk about, such as: "S. is so very brilliant/smart/wonderful" - he has his own little mutual admiration society, which is all well and good, but we have decided to broaden our horizens a bit.So the plan is to find a local band we can be silly groupies for and dance up near the stage and get excited when we talk to the bass player after the show. Of course, getting excited about a bass player (in my experience) means being seriously intoxicated, also a requirement for any successful conversation with said bass player.

ETA: I keep forgetting to ask this - but "Prisilla, Queen of the Desert" was on the other day and until now I haven't been able to watch the complete movie because of this sinking feeling I have that something absolutely terrible is going to happen to someone. Am I right? Or can I watch?

Right now I am deep in thrall with my latest

heres_luck CD. She wanted to know my reactions about Ani Difranco's "Used to You" - so here is what I have to say: I could print out the lyrics and take it to my first appointment with (theoretically)my therapist and it would be a very appropriate starting point. I'm trying not to identify too much, but that is very difficult when the song features such lyrics as:

I'm still here because
I've got nothing else to do
You're an asshole
But I'm getting used to you
I like the fact that
You talk incessantly
I got a thing for assholes
Who tell good stories

This describes huge portions of my life. It also is perhaps one of the chief reasons I have resisted getting involved with anyone for such a long time. I tend to repeat myself and I'm too tired to go through it again. Actually, that whole theoretical therapist idea is probably not of the bad.

The song on the

heres_luck CD currently getting the most repeat time is The New Amsterdam's "Proceed with Caution" - because it tears me up. Emotionally wrenching is fine as long as I control what gets wrenched. I've already got the next song I'll obsess about picked out - plans make me happy.

drdawn and I fought all weekend long - and I finally figured out what about. When I was ten I remember in a moment of sudden clarity looking at Dawn and saying, "You are not the boss of me." Well, she apparently considers that statement negotiable.

cutting for TMI

Last night she mentioned being PMSy. I then noticed the big ole zit on my forehead and my crampy feelings and was pissed. See - our cycles have not been congruent until now and I was all angry that I was syncing to her's. Then I checked the calender and realized that I am right on time. She is syncing to me. Score one for the little sister, right here! Whoo, Hoo! I feel so victorious that I'll probably do what she says without comment for a week. Cause I got all this power - yep. My Womyn-Power Will Fuck Your Shit Up!