I told Paul this story while we were lying in bed last night and he did a kind of Homeresque thing where he allowed his body to sort of slide down the sheets and off the bed. Apparently, he's become quite worried that I am going to kill him in his sleep.
My mom tells me this story (I remember doing it too): When I was around 5ish I had an imaginary friend, I actually had her around for years. Her name was Jannie. One day whilst playing with Jannie, she did something to seriously piss me off (I do not recall what, nor does my mom). I brought her to the kitchen, opened a cupboard where we kept a large thermos and put her in the thermos, closed the lid and put it back in the cupboard. I then informed my mother that I was so angry with Jannie that I had just killed her. I never played with or spoke of Jannie again.
Paul finds that story indicitive of my declining mental stability, even at that young age. I just think its cute and funny. Maybe that's the problem.
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In other news, this last week was a good'un. We got our gas turned back on, our faucet in the bathroom was finally fixed (yay not having to wash hands, brush teeth etc in the kitchen) and while the maintenance guy was here I got him to look at the toilet seat since it always comes off and pinches our lil butts, he gave us a new one that doesn't wiggle and looks all spiffy. Whee! Plus we had our date. Plus, Alet (the roommate's fiancee) came into town for the weekend so the roommate stayed with her all weekend, allowing us to have an alone weekend. Plus, Pauly has been really sweet. Like, really sweet, all week. PLUSSSSS, my mom called to apologize for telling me not to talk to her much anymore. She consulted 'the ladies at church' and one of them told her that it would have broken her heart if her mom told her that. I said 'um, yeah, mom, remember, that's what I told you it was doing to me'. Anyway, the ladies told her that she should basically suck it up and talk to me. She's an amazing woman, just not the most...maternal. I will still try to cut down my number of phone calls to her, since I know her real feelings. But at least she realized that she had hurt me. I guess she was feeling exceptionally guilty cause after she apologized she told me that she had paid a $250 bill that I still had outstanding in Winnipeg. (That was my last bill, the only one that I had not yet been able to pay off, all that is left of my bills and debts is one loan :) Then we have to start working on Paul's :p) That's really exciting cause money is a big cause of concern for us right now. Big. Concern.
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Thanks again, commenters. I've given up stressing over replying to each individual comment, but I read them all more than once, usually more than 5 times, and I love them, good or bad. *hugs you all over*.
And Ganya, my email address is jerajenn@gmail.com if you wanna email me and vent. It sounds like your plate is awfully full right now. I'm prayin for you.
2 comments:
-I- think that your bottling of Jannie was indicative that you were ready to be done with her, psychologically. I know how much you'd like to kill some people and the fact that you never did it bolsters my belief that you only kill imaginary people. Tell Paul that I believe you're only 20% likely to stick a needle in his ear while he sleeps. That ought to assuage his fears.
I agree with you, Laz. Strangely, Paul was not all that comforted by your 20% figure...
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