Still here...
Nov. 8th, 2004 05:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
matilda36had a bit of a funk on Saturday, when I was working on exploring my anger and ended up more depressed than angry, rang my dad, had a good chat, read some fanfiction, gone to bed.
Sunday I did carry on working on sorting out my books (but appear that I finally found a method in my madness) and went to the Record Fair, looking for a present for Julie. Meet Manuela and her other half and ended up having a gorgeous thick hot chocolate and discussing heavy metal mental history, gay marriage and catholic priests refusing to christen children. The catholic in me is stronger than I thought, if the simple idea of them making decisions for God pisses ma off so much.
Today more books, mailed Zivs, read this story about a woman who had Syndrome by Munchausen by Internet: she had created a completely different personality: gorgeous, history of family abuse, overcome against all odds and now happily married and on her way to a brilliant career. It's a shame that the only career open to her is that as plagiarist, that apparently works well for her. Told the story to Manuela, who does not like the Internet at all, so we ended up talking about the stupid names that people gives to their shops. Like the record shop owner who called it Asbury Park because people would remember it and then received the visit of a member of the E-Street band. Shame he hates Bruce Springsteen.
It's like people who puts on T-shirts with fancy logos or slogans and do not know what they means. Only because you don't know what it means doesn't means that somebody else will not know it...
Sunday I did carry on working on sorting out my books (but appear that I finally found a method in my madness) and went to the Record Fair, looking for a present for Julie. Meet Manuela and her other half and ended up having a gorgeous thick hot chocolate and discussing heavy metal mental history, gay marriage and catholic priests refusing to christen children. The catholic in me is stronger than I thought, if the simple idea of them making decisions for God pisses ma off so much.
Today more books, mailed Zivs, read this story about a woman who had Syndrome by Munchausen by Internet: she had created a completely different personality: gorgeous, history of family abuse, overcome against all odds and now happily married and on her way to a brilliant career. It's a shame that the only career open to her is that as plagiarist, that apparently works well for her. Told the story to Manuela, who does not like the Internet at all, so we ended up talking about the stupid names that people gives to their shops. Like the record shop owner who called it Asbury Park because people would remember it and then received the visit of a member of the E-Street band. Shame he hates Bruce Springsteen.
It's like people who puts on T-shirts with fancy logos or slogans and do not know what they means. Only because you don't know what it means doesn't means that somebody else will not know it...
