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Santa Cruz
Sep. 16th, 2006 10:26 pmHome of the Fighting Banana Slugs. Fiat Slug! (Let there be Slug!)
No, seriously, that's UCSC's mascot and motto. And it's fuckin' awesome.
As is my whim, I will relate some of the high- and lowlights of my ( stay )
Jeremy and I have had some frustions and tears over Wedding Registry Stress due to our inability to agree on which and what kind of dishes, furnitures, and household objects his new place requires. That, and my difficulty accepting and dealing with the fact that he and I are going to have to be living apart for some time, but also that while we're apart we're still a couple and I'm still going to worry about him being out here by himself with no nearby friends, and that after a few months we'll have to put together a more permanent and shared living space so some things can be done now and over with, but some can be left.... and etc.
All of which resulting in one particularly nasty and painful fight, stomach ache, and sulk which Sushu was good enough to nit apart with Indian food, patience, green tea spread on GIANORMUS, like bigger than Texas, toast, and the fleeting promise of Google internet.
Speaking of Texas, my Beckaboo has been going through a trial of her own with more, and more scary health problems and emotional overload. On the one hand I feel kinda bad because I can't really be there for her in the simple ways that seem silly but would actually be really helpful, like looking after Demon or cooking or helping her doctor visits, or even being a live and compassionate body who could just listen to her and well, be there. For now, I try to talk her out of the rafters, soothe, and say "Fuck, yeah, that's unfair and you have every right to be scared and angry!!" over the phone.
And of course there's more, but, for now... that'll do slug, that'll do.
No, seriously, that's UCSC's mascot and motto. And it's fuckin' awesome.
As is my whim, I will relate some of the high- and lowlights of my ( stay )
Jeremy and I have had some frustions and tears over Wedding Registry Stress due to our inability to agree on which and what kind of dishes, furnitures, and household objects his new place requires. That, and my difficulty accepting and dealing with the fact that he and I are going to have to be living apart for some time, but also that while we're apart we're still a couple and I'm still going to worry about him being out here by himself with no nearby friends, and that after a few months we'll have to put together a more permanent and shared living space so some things can be done now and over with, but some can be left.... and etc.
All of which resulting in one particularly nasty and painful fight, stomach ache, and sulk which Sushu was good enough to nit apart with Indian food, patience, green tea spread on GIANORMUS, like bigger than Texas, toast, and the fleeting promise of Google internet.
Speaking of Texas, my Beckaboo has been going through a trial of her own with more, and more scary health problems and emotional overload. On the one hand I feel kinda bad because I can't really be there for her in the simple ways that seem silly but would actually be really helpful, like looking after Demon or cooking or helping her doctor visits, or even being a live and compassionate body who could just listen to her and well, be there. For now, I try to talk her out of the rafters, soothe, and say "Fuck, yeah, that's unfair and you have every right to be scared and angry!!" over the phone.
And of course there's more, but, for now... that'll do slug, that'll do.
