| | Tags: | asshats | | Current Music: | tracy chapman - I am yours | | Time: | 10:32 pm | | Current Mood: | angry/scared/lonely/sad/proud |
|
| I sit down, hands still shaking, still rehearsing what I should have said, what I did say, what he said. I'm already crying and I'm mad about that. I kind of wished that he could get a good look at me, crying and angry, wrapped up in my bathrobe on the front porch. Instead, he just got to see me scared and confused, wrapped up in my bathrobe on my front porch.
I pointed to myself through the front window, said through the glass, "You don't know this, but I am the only adult in this house, with a young child asleep in the bedroom. I can't afford to open my door at 10:30 at night, and I was too scared to open my window and see some crackhead's face staring at me." He pointed to his badge, and spat at me, "Well I'm a Durham County Police Officer and I'm taking the time to bring you your wallet, your money and your Social Security card from the Food Lion parking lot where you left it!"
huh?
After it was over, I had to come back outside and ask the neighbors on their porch if I was crazy, if he was being an ass. The neighbor who I had noticed when I was standing outside having this ridiculous argument with this random cop said Yeah, he was a total dick. He said that sure the guy had to knock a bunch of times, that it took a while for me to open the door, but you were asleep, right?! I said No, i wasn't asleep, I saw his truck pull up to my house and realized that I didn't want the front window open, so i pulled the curtains. then when he started knocking and actually tried the doorknob, I got totally freaked and didn't peek until I heard his radio. In the ultimate irony, I had actually been standing there with the cell phone in hand, ready to call 911 once i got brave enough to look. The cop had yelled at me that he turned up his radio so that would know he was a cop and I yelled back that that was the reason I had enough nerve to look out the window, but I still wasn't opening my door at 10:30 at night. I said thank you from the bottom of my heart and went back inside.
deep breath. remind myself that i'm safe, my kid is safe. that i'm not in danger because i'm a woman. wonder if that's true. leave an unintelligle message for a friend, and almost another for another friend who knows my landlords, so i can whine to them about how I want a peephole this weekend. sniff. go get a glass of water. finally, I sit down to put this in lj because I can type but not write longhand right now.
Instead of Update Journal, my cursor was on Freewill Astrology when I clicked. This is what I got.
"An executive at the UK's biggest pharmaceutical company admitted that most prescription medicines aren't very effective. "The vast majority of drugs only work in 30 or 50 per cent of the people," said Allen Roses of GlaxoSmithKline. His explanation: Many patients have idiosyncratic genes that prevent the medicines from functioning as they were designed to. In my opinion, Leo, there's a similar principle at work regarding just about everything that conventional wisdom says is good for you. That's always important to keep in mind, of course, but especially for you right now. More than ever, you'll benefit profoundly from not only questioning authorities and experts, but giving them the third degree."
I started cefta today, went over gene repression and expression tonight in micro, and argued with a cop with a Good Samaritan martyr complex who rattled my doorknob in the middle of the night.
oh, rob. how DO you do it? | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment   |
| | Subject: | LILY | | Time: | 09:52 am |
|
| blackthumb - please email me your new location, etc....
the (digits) twenty one (/digits) taras at gmail dot com
I lost my cell phone recently - which was a good thing in that I was getting way too dependent on it. but it's been super sad when I think of all the numbers I lost...
kati | | comments: 3 comments or Leave a comment |
| snuffalupagus at Pech Merle, circa 20K years back...
 | | comments: Leave a comment |
| i think this one a-doesn't look like a jackass, and b-still looks pretty accurate.
I like the angry face i was making in the other one better, but the kid says that this one looks like a rock star.
sweet!
 | | comments: 6 comments or Leave a comment |
| four people get on an elevator in this order:
60 something white woman
20 something black woman
who were both waiting,
30 something white woman
slight pause, then here comes
50 something white man (who was, in the opinion of the 30 something white woman, quite pushy and took up a lot of space with his breathing heavy and rapid eye movements)
they go to their corners, ride for one floor and get off in this order:
60 something white woman (who got all pushy-shovy with her rolling bookbag)
50 something white man
30 something white woman
20 something black woman.
the elevator corner phenomenon has been well-vetted in psych research. I want to remember to look up entering and exiting order conventions for elevators. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | Current Music: | the stamp of a postmark on my nursing school app | | Subject: | yippee! | | Time: | 10:32 pm | | Current Mood: | fucking finally... |
|
| 
no, no, don't thank me. thank the people at cuteoverload.com | | comments: 3 comments or Leave a comment |
| | Subject: | oh, onion. | | Time: | 01:02 am | | Current Mood: | smirky |
|
| Picture this: Scrolling text reading "Plans to Fix Life during Week-Long Vacation Go Awry." music like Cruella deVille's theme plays to crescendo. Text slowly fades to scene of balls of cat fur in corners of a home and mountains of laundry completely blocking the hallway of a 500 square foot apartment...
the premise of the article is funnier than the real thing, especially with that unfortunate picture. but here's the inspiration.
http://www.theonion.com/content/node/43957 | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | Subject: | oh, rob. | | Time: | 12:14 am | | Current Mood: | working |
|
| come on, rob. gimme something to do in 2006 like -
"keep your sink clear of dirty dishes and peace will be able to flow into your home like a gentle breeze."
nono, you give me this:
Leo Horoscope for week of January 5, 2006
Verticle Oracle card Leo (July 23-August 22)
Recently someone asked me, "What do you look for in an ally, Rob?"
Here's what I said: "I favor people who take responsibility for their
unripe qualities and don't spew their undigested angst on me when
they're feeling low." I think this approach should become a priority
for you, Leo. In 2006, you will have striking opportunities to upgrade
your relationship to relationships. One of the best ways to do that is
to give special preference to connections with emotionally intelligent
people who work hard to transmute their own darkness. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| Cowboys Are My Weakness
By LARRY DAVID
Published: January 1, 2006 in the New York Times op-ed pages
SOMEBODY had to write this, and it might as well be me. I haven't seen "Brokeback Mountain," nor do I have any intention of seeing it. In fact, cowboys would have to lasso me, drag me into the theater and tie me to the seat, and even then I would make every effort to close my eyes and cover my ears.
And I love gay people. Hey, I've got gay acquaintances. Good acquaintances, who know they can call me anytime if they had my phone number. I'm for gay marriage, gay divorce, gay this and gay that. I just don't want to watch two straight men, alone on the prairie, fall in love and kiss and hug and hold hands and whatnot. That's all.
Is that so terrible? Does that mean I'm homophobic? And if I am, well, then that's too bad. Because you can call me any name you want, but I'm still not going to that movie.
To my surprise, I have some straight friends who've not only seen the movie but liked it. "One of the best love stories ever," one gushed. Another went on, "Oh, my God, you completely forget that it's two men. You in particular will love it."
"Why me?"
"You just will, trust me."
But I don't trust him. If two cowboys, male icons who are 100 percent all-man, can succumb, what chance to do I have, half- to a quarter of a man, depending on whom I'm with at the time? I'm a very susceptible person, easily influenced, a natural-born follower with no sales-resistance. When I walk into a store, clerks wrestle one another trying to get to me first. My wife won't let me watch infomercials because of all the junk I've ordered that's now piled up in the garage. My medicine cabinet is filled with vitamins and bald cures.
So who's to say I won't become enamored with the whole gay business? Let's face it, there is some appeal there. I know I've always gotten along great with men. I never once paced in my room rehearsing what to say before asking a guy if he wanted to go to the movies. And I generally don't pay for men, which of course is their most appealing attribute.
And gay guys always seem like they're having a great time. At the Christmas party I went to, they were the only ones who sang. Boy that looked like fun. I would love to sing, but this weighty, self-conscious heterosexuality I'm saddled with won't permit it.
I just know if I saw that movie, the voice inside my head that delights in torturing me would have a field day. "You like those cowboys, don't you? They're kind of cute. Go ahead, admit it, they're cute. You can't fool me, gay man. Go ahead, stop fighting it. You're gay! You're gay!"
Not that there's anything wrong with it.
Larry David appears in the HBO series "Curb Your Enthusiasm." | | comments: Leave a comment |
| |
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
tarasrightfoot's journal![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/sam/indescribable.gif)
indescribable
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small}
![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/sam/sad.gif)
worried
