07-01-04

Love…

the kind you clean up w/…oh hell. If only it were as easy to clean up love with a mop and bucket, but then people like my mom (therapist), my dad (brewmaster) and someone else i know (publisher of such hit titles as Sweetie, Here’s the Best Reason on the Planet to Say No to Your Boyfriend: Even If You’ve Already Said Yes, Exposing Men’s Distorted Logic and Double Standard Attitude in the Interpretation of the Essential Aspects of Relationships between Men and Women, and of course my favorite Is Fred Dead? A Manual on Sexuality for Men with Spinal Cord Injuries)would be out of business.

Anyway, Beth’s “man” hasn’t called in a week. She is heartbroken. I’m heartbroken. The sister part of me wants to track him down and tear his nuts off for hurting her, the female part of me wants to feed her ben and jerrys and tell her thats how men are until it is engrained in her head, the lesbian part of me wants to tell her there is no reason to ever let anyone treat you in such a way…that she is a beautiful, wonderful creature that should be cherished.

In other news…I’m in love! yay! its been a while…its been too long…its…with my job? I am in love with my job, i’ve found a new centering for my life and i am happy. Yay! I was so miserable the first few days though, its not like me to be lost and confused when it comes to my job, so getting in the roll of things was stressful and miserable.