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Jan. 14th, 2004
deja hoodoo
Jan. 14th, 2004 11:54 amThe office of the psychotherapist I visited this morning is in one of those medical/service complexes, quite near my house. As an odd bit of coincidence, it’s next door to the pediatric group I went to as a child. The pediatricians have moved since I was their patient, but it’s the same group.
This caused a combination flashback/funny as I walked along the line of doors to mine this morning. As when I was a kid, there was a “WELL PATIENTS” door and a “SICK PATIENTS” door, to avoid mixing up kids who were infected and otherwise. They’ve since added a third door, marked “RASH PATIENTS”.
I vividly remember the different colored doors, and the odd feeling as a child when I had to wait in the “sick” waiting room. I guess now they’ve also made a category for those children who are full of spitfire and thunder, ready to buckle their swashes and take on the whole fookin’ British Navy me hearties, yes, for the RASH PATIENTS who dare to.. ?
I minced delicately down to the next office, where unhappy adults consider their situations for an hourly fee.
This caused a combination flashback/funny as I walked along the line of doors to mine this morning. As when I was a kid, there was a “WELL PATIENTS” door and a “SICK PATIENTS” door, to avoid mixing up kids who were infected and otherwise. They’ve since added a third door, marked “RASH PATIENTS”.
I vividly remember the different colored doors, and the odd feeling as a child when I had to wait in the “sick” waiting room. I guess now they’ve also made a category for those children who are full of spitfire and thunder, ready to buckle their swashes and take on the whole fookin’ British Navy me hearties, yes, for the RASH PATIENTS who dare to.. ?
I minced delicately down to the next office, where unhappy adults consider their situations for an hourly fee.
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vegemitelover about how to achieve his hairstyle aims. He was aiming for “cool Jack White indie fucker” but got “orange county mortgage broker who cheats on his girlfriend” instead.
vegemitelover about how to achieve his hairstyle aims. He was aiming for “cool Jack White indie fucker” but got “orange county mortgage broker who cheats on his girlfriend” instead.
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Jan. 14th, 2004 03:41 pmsubstitute How are you?eyeteeth Yesterday I shorted out the lights on the second floor and set fire to my sock.substitute Yikes.eyeteeth I wasn’t wearing the sock at the time, at least.substitute Bonus.
down and out in the o.c.
Jan. 14th, 2004 11:34 pmGood conversation tonight with realitylost, pbd, and then bruisedhips and vegemitelover Wide ranging and thoughtful talk, always pleasant.
Susie shared a food with me which was good also; half orders of restaurant food are perfect for me now.
I managed to get a really good spit take out of Hils; I was proud. Apparently this is a frequent problem for her, though.
Two ladies were working the bar at D’s tonight, one in her sixties and the other in her late forties. They both have multiple jobs and one of them cares for aged relatives as well as for her own children. Welcome to the New Economy. I feel really bad for them.
This is in contrast to the Super-Rich around here, whom I experienced today in full force. Usually I don’t notice these people because my neighborhood isn’t like that, nor are the places I hang out. But today I was at a Starbucks, and later at a shopping center, and wow. They are really annoying. They’re all perfect physically, many of them rebuilt in various ways, and they are oiled up with so much unnecessary wealth that they practically drip it: Italian suit, salon tan, perfect hair, resonant baritone voice rented from sound stage, etc. They’re all very plastic and high-maintenance. I understand now whybruisedhips doesn’t want to raise Owen around here. It wasn’t like that when I was a kid. Blurf.
I hate the end of the evening when everyone goes home. I just want to talk all night.
realitylost, pbd, and then bruisedhips and vegemitelover Wide ranging and thoughtful talk, always pleasant.Susie shared a food with me which was good also; half orders of restaurant food are perfect for me now.
I managed to get a really good spit take out of Hils; I was proud. Apparently this is a frequent problem for her, though.
Two ladies were working the bar at D’s tonight, one in her sixties and the other in her late forties. They both have multiple jobs and one of them cares for aged relatives as well as for her own children. Welcome to the New Economy. I feel really bad for them.
This is in contrast to the Super-Rich around here, whom I experienced today in full force. Usually I don’t notice these people because my neighborhood isn’t like that, nor are the places I hang out. But today I was at a Starbucks, and later at a shopping center, and wow. They are really annoying. They’re all perfect physically, many of them rebuilt in various ways, and they are oiled up with so much unnecessary wealth that they practically drip it: Italian suit, salon tan, perfect hair, resonant baritone voice rented from sound stage, etc. They’re all very plastic and high-maintenance. I understand now why
bruisedhips doesn’t want to raise Owen around here. It wasn’t like that when I was a kid. Blurf.I hate the end of the evening when everyone goes home. I just want to talk all night.