Sep. 6th, 2007

silverthorne: (Grey Sheet Music)
He sings beyond our hearing now...

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I'll be mourning right along with them.
silverthorne: (Happy Feets)
So, you know, I work in the same place as the ex. Which is fine--we only bump into each other in the hallways occasionally when our travels on breaks, coming in and leaving work happen to coincide.

I've been keeping it pleasant--I smile, I say hi. I don't ask her how things are, because that seems like a stupid thing to say to the person you broke up with. I don't ignore her either, because that's equally rude in my book.

Well, she tried, usually, to respond in kind. Sort of.

But...I think that's over with now. For the past two weeks, the 'tude has been going steadily downhill with her.

And today, it finally downgraded to The Glare when I smiled and said hello in the hall. You know, The Glare, the one that usually preceeded a fight when I lived with her.

Guess my time and grace period is up and I'm now officially on the Shit List Of Ex's.

What's sad (for her, anyway)?

I'm actually laughing about it.

SO GLAD TO BE OUT, THANK YOU!!!!
silverthorne: (NJ Surfer Seaside Heights)
Come to find out from the site owner and the main office clerk that the pool wasn't closed for the season after all--it was just that the old pump died and it took a week for the new one to get here. Once the new pumps gets the water clear in a few days, the pool will be open for business once more.

The pool, in fact, is open year 'round, barring maintenance or bad weather.

I cannot explain how extremely happy and excited this makes me feel. *g*
silverthorne: (Crab--With Text)
I haven't been all that interested in food this week. I eat the usual, yes. I do wake up hungry and get hungry around lunchtime, but in general? Food is sort of a 'meh' thing right now, especially around dinner time.

Dinner has in fact been meals where I pretty much went 'oh, heck, just pick something--preferably that has a lot of onions in it, and cook it already!'

The onions didn't even make the grade tonight.

No...my lack of food interest took a different turn.

Brown rice with chicken bouillon...and pickled beats.

Oi.

And no, I'm not pregnant-- not unless it's immaculate conception, or unless my uterus has managed to incubate sperm for the last 16 years, like some sort of weird slug-womb hybrid thing.

...Although that would make for an interesting but weird plot idea...

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