Waylaid and hijacked by old ladies

I got hijacked by the old lady who lives next door yesterday afternoon before I could get away. She wanted to show me her collection of 400 teddy bears and all the pets she keeps and her dolls.

I feel sorry for her, truly I do: she's alone with no job and her children rarely visit, but I can't stand being around her. She seems to think me an endless fountain of wealth too. It must be my mother's influence: she reeks of money even when she doesn't have two pennies to rub together. It's the Old European Family Breeding coming out in her. *rolls eyes*

So the old lady next door thinks we're rich and keeps trying to get us to buy her worthless junk (like I *want* her horrendous fuschia tea set!) or else some really hideous clothing she bought.

Yesterday she was angling for me to give her a lift to Walmart, but I completely ignored the hints she was sending out. I had had a long day at work, I don't know where Walmart is anyway (other than the one outside of Outremont), and there was no way I was going to drive a relative stranger out there so she could buy a new fishbowl. Bleah. Still feel guilty about it, but I refuse to be guilt-tripped by anyone except my parents. So hah!

Been writing a Russian Novel of a joint post with shenlo which is lots of fun. Have to leave soon, though, as I have a dinner with the Parental Units and Assorted Friends tonight. Have to figure out what to wear that will be acceptable and yet not blisteringly hot.

( Me going on about stuff important only to me, as usual )

Golly gee, do we think Phnee might be in a depressive part of her cycle?

StupidgoddamnedbipolardisorderIhateitIhateitIhateit!

Yes, I'm depressed. Bite me and go to hell! Oh, did I just say that out loud? (Or write it out loud)

*kicks a wall petulantly*

Cranky to boot. Lovely.

Yes, world, here I am in all my unglory.

I don't feel like leaving home today, but the rational part of me is telling me I'll feel much better if I go out and force myself to be social with my parents' friends. Hell, there'll probably even be dessert, and that's never a bad thing.

It's just right now I feel like curling up in a ball under a piece of large furniture and never coming out again. I may even take a stuffed animal with me and suck my thumb, and wish the whole world would leave me alone.

Sadly, I don't have that "luxury." I have to get dressed, get myself organised, put on a happy face and go out to dinner. Then I have to get up in the morning and go to work so I don't starve. I don't know how I do it every day, honestly I don't. Somehow, the show must go on.

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