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Sadly, Nina Simone passed away yesterday at her home in France. So long, little girl blue. We’ve always cared for you.
Well, and I’ve done a terrible job of keeping this current, but I shall try to amend that.
It was Easter, and the traditional visit from the parental units was this past weekend. Much like always, I woke up and found my kitchen rearranged, courtesy of Mother dearest; my Dad looking through my financial ledgers and wanting to know what Newegg was and why I was spending so much money with them, and attempting not to burst into flames while in church during the Easter services. Thankfully I shuffled off the responsibility of putting up with our folks to the MacGillicuddy, who is on a much better footing with them than I.
I’m of the “deathly tired, but fluttering with delight” school of feeling today, mainly because R.S.2 had a birthday this Monday, and then M.N.2 called me last night to talk until “the wee sma’s”. M.N.1 will have cause to rejoice, seeing as how I can adequately transfer my deep, fickle passions to yet another unwary target, which means he’ll have to suffer through my girlish excitements and sly little smiles. That, and it’s my turn to pick up the tab.
It’s odd, because I never realized how odd and quirky and deviant I must be. I was trying to explain some personal things to M.N.2, and I could see him looking sort of askance at the whole thing. I’m certainly not ashamed of what I am, who I am, and what I do, but you won’t see me cranking out the great Brand Elle™ PR machine to broadcast said news far and wide. Still, I was struck with the chilling sensation of having stuck my foot in my mouth somewhere along the way. I suppose I’m spoiled, especially since my friends and I are all a little fucked in the head to begin with. Ah, well. One should think that having a sense of adventure and wickedness should be an asset to one’s attractiveness.
I should broach the subject now, and if M.N.2 is curious enough to be reading this