Why do house plants make me nervous?
Mar. 30th, 2005 05:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
create_destinyWhy is there an ice-cream truck driving through my neighborhood playing "Santa Claus is Coming to Town?"
Why do I feel like a man in drag when I put on something frilly? I can't even wear a "woman's" watch. They're wimpy and little and they make me feel weird. Eeee-gad, get it away from me! Especially if it has that dangly, little chain thing attached to it. What the hell is up with that chain thing? That's just wrong. I can only wear a man's watch and it must be outdoorsy-looking. It must say, "I climb mountains and chop wood." I don't really. I mean I want to, I just don't have an ax or any wood and with these gas prices, I'm not driving to the mountains anytime soon.
Why do I love dirt and rocks so much? And sticks, too. I love me some good sticks. I used to collect 'em when I was a kid. Had to get rid of them, though. Boyfriend said it was a fire hazard. [Wow, I'm in a really weird mood. I'm just gonna go with it, 'kay?]
Why do I hate jewelry? (Except for men's watches) I mean it's fine for other people, but please, do not try to put that stuff on me. I'm liable to go camping and lose it. My boyfriend's mom gave me some god-awful clip-on earrings the other day. Clip-ons!!! They're clunky, too. What the hell am I supposed to do with these clunky, clip-ons? Now I've gotta hang on to these clip-ons for the entirety of this relationship! And that could be a long-ass time, since I told him I would marry him. I'm afraid to go back to his mom's house. Afraid she'll give me more clip-ons.
Why don't I fantasize about re-decorating my home like most girls (and gay men) do? I still use milk crates for furniture, for Christ's sake. What the hell is wrong with me? It's like I was supposed to be gay, but then at some crucial stage in my fetal development some of my fabulous curly gay genes were straightened out and now I'm like a tom-woman. I could give a rat's ass about my cuticles. I feel like a clown when I put on make-up. And don't even talk to me about your wedding or I'll rip my uterus out and make you wear it as a hat.
Why do I feel like a man in drag when I put on something frilly? I can't even wear a "woman's" watch. They're wimpy and little and they make me feel weird. Eeee-gad, get it away from me! Especially if it has that dangly, little chain thing attached to it. What the hell is up with that chain thing? That's just wrong. I can only wear a man's watch and it must be outdoorsy-looking. It must say, "I climb mountains and chop wood." I don't really. I mean I want to, I just don't have an ax or any wood and with these gas prices, I'm not driving to the mountains anytime soon.
Why do I love dirt and rocks so much? And sticks, too. I love me some good sticks. I used to collect 'em when I was a kid. Had to get rid of them, though. Boyfriend said it was a fire hazard. [Wow, I'm in a really weird mood. I'm just gonna go with it, 'kay?]
Why do I hate jewelry? (Except for men's watches) I mean it's fine for other people, but please, do not try to put that stuff on me. I'm liable to go camping and lose it. My boyfriend's mom gave me some god-awful clip-on earrings the other day. Clip-ons!!! They're clunky, too. What the hell am I supposed to do with these clunky, clip-ons? Now I've gotta hang on to these clip-ons for the entirety of this relationship! And that could be a long-ass time, since I told him I would marry him. I'm afraid to go back to his mom's house. Afraid she'll give me more clip-ons.
Why don't I fantasize about re-decorating my home like most girls (and gay men) do? I still use milk crates for furniture, for Christ's sake. What the hell is wrong with me? It's like I was supposed to be gay, but then at some crucial stage in my fetal development some of my fabulous curly gay genes were straightened out and now I'm like a tom-woman. I could give a rat's ass about my cuticles. I feel like a clown when I put on make-up. And don't even talk to me about your wedding or I'll rip my uterus out and make you wear it as a hat.
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Date: 2005-03-31 02:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-31 02:52 am (UTC)And if you didn't hate jewelry so much, you could use those clips ons as odd little brooches. Or you could glue magnets on the backs and have yourself some refrigerator clips for, like, whatever.
Mind you, getting that crafty always makes me nervous I'm going to turn into one of those old ladies with the blue bouffants and the kitten appliqué sweatshirts.
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Date: 2005-03-31 02:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-31 03:04 am (UTC)I often wonder why I usually have to go back three times to an auto parts store before I'll have the right part. It's almost a given that it won't be right the first time.
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Date: 2005-03-31 05:50 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-03-31 06:06 am (UTC)in conclusion, i relate.
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Date: 2005-03-31 01:13 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-03-31 02:23 pm (UTC)You're a unique individual loving life the way you want in a society which tries to spoon feed us the "norms" of what womanhood should encompass. Grr.
To a certain degree I am ALLLL woman and all that comes with the jewelry wanting, house decorating, pretty things making crap. But I also have a different side. A side which hates shopping, hates mom groups, loves football, loves hockey, loves vulgarity, hates drama, hates heels, hates dresses, hates...a lot of things.
And I kill every houseplant within a 5 mile radius.
I however, have slept with women and could definitely jump into my gayness. lol
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Date: 2005-03-31 03:01 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-03-31 11:33 pm (UTC)Damn straight!
I too have bad cuticles, I bite my nails off before they break, refuse to do the whole fake nail thing, I despise shopping for clothes and my potty mouth is worse than any trucker I've ever met :)
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Date: 2005-03-31 04:29 pm (UTC)Also, rocks, dirt and sticks are awesome. Do you like Andrew Goldsworthy? He thinks rocks, dirt and sticks are awesome too.
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Date: 2005-03-31 04:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-31 08:25 pm (UTC)One way in particular ... the watch thing. One of my complaints about "women's" watches, besides being "glorified bracelets" (as the_mongrel so smartly describes), is how small the face is and the difficulty it causes in reading the time at a glance. If I want to know what time it is, I don't want to spend an inordinate amount of time squinting at it or bringing it up to my face. Fine, fine, fine, if people want a watch to be fashionable, I'm all for an aesthetically pleasing design. But not at the cost of functionality. C'mon! You wear a watch primarily for telling time. Perhaps that's an outdated attitude. Harrumph.
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Date: 2005-03-31 11:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-02 12:53 pm (UTC)One of your most caustic tirades yet. Loved it. :)
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Date: 2005-04-02 05:14 pm (UTC)....
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Okay. I'll stop now.
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Date: 2005-04-02 02:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-02 03:28 pm (UTC)I say that all the time too!
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Date: 2005-04-09 06:32 pm (UTC)Personally, I love to dress up and down. I played with dolls and I smelled like dirt when I was a child - remember? You gotta embrace them both. Take a walk on the wild side every now and then, ya knaw wh' I mean?
And dainty things don't need to fuck off. But those sandals with four inch lifts do. And cropped tops, too.
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Date: 2005-04-10 02:51 am (UTC)