"I have a bad feeling about this."
Aug. 10th, 2006 07:30 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lumy12I don't like it when my busy work week lines up with my busy delivery week, but such is the case in August. Haven't been online as much as usual lately :(
I have my friend and her son coming into town today, only staying with me for one night though because Aaron and his friend come back tomorrow for this weekend's show - and they asked first. I really could let my friends sleep on the floor, but they have other friends to stay with so they're cool with just the one night. I'm sorta mentally preparing myself for her to ask about moving in with me again. I hope I'm wrong about that, but if not, I can't say no. I have no good reason to. Last time she moved back to Arizona, she stayed with me for only 2 weeks, and it was fine - she cooked and cleaned for me, even :) But that was 3 years ago. I think I'm even more antisocial now. And way more internet-addicted.
This is the friend who borrowed money from me and took over a year to pay it back - but she did pay it back. It's just irksome that her mom is loaded, but she's too proud to go to her. She's moving back to Arizona to get away from her, at least partially. I feel like... I don't know, like I need to hide all my toys because she's going to be like "Oh! You must be rich! Look what you waste your money on!" - Yeah, I know, I don't have a kid to support like most people my age. It's still my money, though. And I also don't have the REWARDS of having a kid. The stuff that can't be measured with money.
In other news... mountain trip in 2 days. Yay!
And I got to see my boy Finley play last night (for the enemy team) - it's kind of fun getting my dad riled up about the fact that I cheer for him to do well against us. He didn't do that well, though, because I wasn't at the game to cheer for him in person. Awwww.
In somewhat disturbing news... why am I dreaming about![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wheezygreevy?
I have my friend and her son coming into town today, only staying with me for one night though because Aaron and his friend come back tomorrow for this weekend's show - and they asked first. I really could let my friends sleep on the floor, but they have other friends to stay with so they're cool with just the one night. I'm sorta mentally preparing myself for her to ask about moving in with me again. I hope I'm wrong about that, but if not, I can't say no. I have no good reason to. Last time she moved back to Arizona, she stayed with me for only 2 weeks, and it was fine - she cooked and cleaned for me, even :) But that was 3 years ago. I think I'm even more antisocial now. And way more internet-addicted.
This is the friend who borrowed money from me and took over a year to pay it back - but she did pay it back. It's just irksome that her mom is loaded, but she's too proud to go to her. She's moving back to Arizona to get away from her, at least partially. I feel like... I don't know, like I need to hide all my toys because she's going to be like "Oh! You must be rich! Look what you waste your money on!" - Yeah, I know, I don't have a kid to support like most people my age. It's still my money, though. And I also don't have the REWARDS of having a kid. The stuff that can't be measured with money.
In other news... mountain trip in 2 days. Yay!
And I got to see my boy Finley play last night (for the enemy team) - it's kind of fun getting my dad riled up about the fact that I cheer for him to do well against us. He didn't do that well, though, because I wasn't at the game to cheer for him in person. Awwww.
In somewhat disturbing news... why am I dreaming about
wheezygreevy?
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Date: 2006-08-10 03:58 pm (UTC)but the "price" for his money is too damned high.
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Date: 2006-08-10 04:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-10 04:15 pm (UTC)Just sayin, maybe it's like that or something.
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Date: 2006-08-10 04:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-10 09:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-10 06:08 pm (UTC)I'm glad this doesn't mean that I'm psycho. *shifty look*