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<blockquote data-quote="Copabanana" data-source="post: 670391" data-attributes="member: 18958"><p>That is what happened to me when I got so sad after my mother died. Except it encompassed every other thing I had done except lay in bed and buy online, while listening to CNN on satellite radio.</p><p></p><p>I know you all must be getting bored with my routine, but I, unfortunately have not.</p><p>I know, Cedar. But you got through it and became who you are today. Like I will be soon.</p><p>Yes.</p><p>Except not that mad because after all he paid. He didn't have to.</p><p>Good for him. They would give anybody indigestion.</p><p>When I grow up I want to be this way too.</p><p></p><p>I used to have a kind of boyfriend. Pavlos from Greece. I still think about him after about 35 years. He used to say I acted spoiled. I was secretly so pleased. I bought a sterling silver charm that says Princess. After I become <img src="/community/styles/default/xenforo/smilies/2012/censored2.gif" class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":censored2:" title="censored2 :censored2:" data-shortname=":censored2:" />y and entitled I will be on my way to be a Princess. Except all of my jewelry is being sent to my son because it got off track when I sent his baldness shampoo.</p><p>That happened to me, too. But I have repressed the trauma of it and cannot remember the context.</p><p>I miss you, Cedar. Actually, the wallpaper was the only work I did. But I am going every day to bring M his lunch. He is behaving better.</p><p>I wish I could tell you I was working, but I am mainly returning all of the junk I have bought.</p><p></p><p>Cedar, I will get to the rest of your M post later. I have not been getting the alerts from this thread so I have to catch up. Lucky me.</p><p></p><p>I have a tropical bug story too. I went to Puerta Villarta when I was about 28. I was hanging out with this other American, a businessman, who I was disinterested in, but was interested in companionship. That is to say, he was interested in companionship and I was interested only in company. </p><p></p><p>So we bade each other goodnight. I went to my room and in this tropical resort with a thatched roof, and a bug the size of a large bird was there on the wall. I can see it right now. I had not a second thought except to go get the man in his room to deal with the bug.</p><p></p><p>He thought it was a ploy to get him to come to my room for companionship. It was a huge deal to convince him it was just the bug. He was very irritated and expressed I was a tease. I said, whatever, but please help me with the bug.</p><p></p><p>You know that kind of attitude? I felt at the time that he was right. That I had no right leading him to believe that I wanted anything more than a bug killer. And knocking on his door at night promised to be more. It was not. </p><p></p><p> It was a big big bug. What was a girl to do?</p><p></p><p>I am trying to see where the cadence of my writing seems Spanish. And cannot. I wonder if it is like this: For a bug, it was big.</p><p></p><p>COPA</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Copabanana, post: 670391, member: 18958"] That is what happened to me when I got so sad after my mother died. Except it encompassed every other thing I had done except lay in bed and buy online, while listening to CNN on satellite radio. I know you all must be getting bored with my routine, but I, unfortunately have not. I know, Cedar. But you got through it and became who you are today. Like I will be soon. Yes. Except not that mad because after all he paid. He didn't have to. Good for him. They would give anybody indigestion. When I grow up I want to be this way too. I used to have a kind of boyfriend. Pavlos from Greece. I still think about him after about 35 years. He used to say I acted spoiled. I was secretly so pleased. I bought a sterling silver charm that says Princess. After I become :censored2:y and entitled I will be on my way to be a Princess. Except all of my jewelry is being sent to my son because it got off track when I sent his baldness shampoo. That happened to me, too. But I have repressed the trauma of it and cannot remember the context. I miss you, Cedar. Actually, the wallpaper was the only work I did. But I am going every day to bring M his lunch. He is behaving better. I wish I could tell you I was working, but I am mainly returning all of the junk I have bought. Cedar, I will get to the rest of your M post later. I have not been getting the alerts from this thread so I have to catch up. Lucky me. I have a tropical bug story too. I went to Puerta Villarta when I was about 28. I was hanging out with this other American, a businessman, who I was disinterested in, but was interested in companionship. That is to say, he was interested in companionship and I was interested only in company. So we bade each other goodnight. I went to my room and in this tropical resort with a thatched roof, and a bug the size of a large bird was there on the wall. I can see it right now. I had not a second thought except to go get the man in his room to deal with the bug. He thought it was a ploy to get him to come to my room for companionship. It was a huge deal to convince him it was just the bug. He was very irritated and expressed I was a tease. I said, whatever, but please help me with the bug. You know that kind of attitude? I felt at the time that he was right. That I had no right leading him to believe that I wanted anything more than a bug killer. And knocking on his door at night promised to be more. It was not. It was a big big bug. What was a girl to do? I am trying to see where the cadence of my writing seems Spanish. And cannot. I wonder if it is like this: For a bug, it was big. COPA [/QUOTE]
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