Gas leaks are no fun.

[judecorp]

I have such a headache right now. There has got to be a gas leak. Whenever we use the oven, it reeks of gas in here. No good. Must call landlord on Monday. Yuck-o. Brownies in the oven though. Brownies = good. A. must know I'm bummed. He's been on this big diet so it's a big deal for him to make brownies.

After we had 'the talk', I had an interesting conversation with Mark. We chew each other up on the phone. He described it best - we play the cobra and the mongoose all the time. Someday, we're going to have a nice conversation. He says, 'Definitely, even if it means we have to be silent.'

I guess the plan, Stan, is to wait out this year. We're both pretty dependent on each other financially right now while I finish the MSW and he gets his web developer certificate thinger. See what things are like next spring. If it's still the same, I'm likely off to the City to let her swallow me whole.

I was smiling about it earlier. Now I think the weight of it is settling. Sometimes saying something out loud, even if you already knew it, is twice as sad.

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Pretty Wives Pretty Lives

[(Anonymous)]

I remember an occasion where I went through something similar, had a conversation with The Man where it all went to pieces and the truth came out in the open.
I was in love then. It was terrible. But there was also a part of me, a small corner, that was relieved. It meant that I wouldn't have to keep trying to be his pretty wife, with the sort of pretty life that he had planned.
Because he and I were from different worlds. He liked the city, but he -loved- the country. I was the exact opposite. He had formal friends that I had to be polite around, and not myself.
Now I can wonder what sort of pretty wife I would have made, where our pretty life would be.
No regrets.