| |
Who's She Talking About? - Back To The Parlour
Think of this as the Cliff's Notes guide to who I talk about, putting a name with a face and whatnot. I'm not doing this in order of importance, but in alphabetical order, so...
|
|
This is Adam. We met and started dating in May 2001. He moved away for about five months and we did the long-distance relationship thing, then he moved back and we broke up. We got back together and broke up finally in March 2002, not knowing I was about a month pregnant at that point. Now, he no longer lives with me. Only recently have we started to get along enough that we can be in each others' presence for an hour without fighting. For the sake of our son, I want to make sure Adam's involved...much as I don't want to be around him at times. |
|
|
|
Anji is probably the person I am closest to outside of immediate family and local adopted family. We've known each other for going on six years now (well, it's past five years, at any rate), so, doing the math, it shows that I was 17 and she was 12 when we met. Not that that bothered either of us. Over the years, our obsession with Buffy has waned (we both met as Spike Girls), but we both share taste in good music (ie, Nirvana), similar reading material and really long, good phone conversations. She's in NYC at the moment, attending college there. You go, chica! |
|
|
|
Cathryn, another fellow Spike Girl, and I met by accident. Or fate, take your pick. We had similar Spike Girl names (I was Obsessive-Compulsive Spike, she was Obsessive Spike), we have the same birthday (January 23rd, though in different years) and we both tended to treat characters in our fics like crap. So of course we get along. There was a patch where we didn't talk much, due to some heavy personal problems on both sides, but nowadays I read her livejournal religiously, and if she doesn't already read mine...well, I can always ask for more penance... |
|
|
|
My mommy. What can I say? She tolerates me, irks me, pushes me forwards, bitches with me (and at me and to me), lets me get away with all sorts of stuff and is a wonderful person. So why the hell is she still single? She deserves to be happy, damnit. And I'll help her until she gives up completely...and I don't think that's happening any time soon. Right now, she's in a job she hates, but that's not going to be the norm for long, I hope. |
|
|
|
Genevieve, aka Jombi, aka Jenny, aka Skittle, aka I don't know what the hell else. She's a little chameleon, who can fit in wherever she goes. She surfs, skateboards, does lighting for concerts from hundreds of feet up in the air. And as much as she can push my buttons and make me want to throttle her, she adores her nephew and can be a decent human being...sometimes...when she feels like it... In fact, she's even gotten him on a more-or-less regular schedule. I can't wait for her to hve kids of her own...she'll be a good mom. |
|
|
|
This is an old picture, just so you know, because Julie is notoriously camera shy. She's my best friend out here, the one I hang with, swap books with, make drunken lasagna with...and that will cease once she moves to Texas soon. However, I have two and a half (almost three) years of some really good memories, some really shitty memories, some tranquil days... And I also have her e-mail, whilst she has this address. Let's hope we can tough out the distance part of a long-distance friendship. Recently we launched into a long book-related conversation. I may start a "Recommended By Julie" section on my fic site for all the vampire series that she's gotten me into... |
|
|
|
He's a flirt, just like his dad. He can be a handful but it's so rewarding to gaze down on him while he's sleeping and think, "He's definitely going to be a heartbreaker when he grows up." As long as he doesn't use-'em-and-lose-'em, then he can break all the hearts he wants. He speaks a little, and at the rate he's going I think he'll be just like his mom and be ahead of everyone else. So there. Lately, learning to walk is his new think, so one day in the near future I will be posting pictures of him walking. Sort of. |
|
|
|
Okay. Right now, Stan and I are not on speaking terms. I used to hold him up as one of the best ex-boyfriends a girl could have, but his behavior as of late...let's put it this way: things he's done and said make me wonder if he ever really cared about me at all. Since it's going on four months since the last time we actually spoke, I don't bitch about him too much, but there are times I haer something he said/did/didn't do and just get...well, "irked" is a mild term for it. For some reason, I'm much more pissed off at him than I am at Adam. That's a very sad thing, too. |
|
|
Me. There's not much to be said that I don't already bitch about in the blog. I'm a single mom, hating the single part but loving the mom thing...most of the time. I grew up mostly in Oceanside but spent high school in Beaufort, SC, where I came to love photography, one of my five big hobbies (the others are reading, writing, swimming and designing webpages). But I had to get the hell out of there and back to CA. So now I live at home, trying to make it as a really little fish next to a really large ocean. To top it all off, I have bipolar disorder and panic attacks...who said life wasn't funny? Except for the most part, I'm not laughing. But hey, I deal. I vent here. Life is decent once again. |
|
|