Monday, February 28, 2005
When I lived at Bloomfield I lived by the adage, 'If you throw a party you must try to be the most entertaining person in attendence'. This explains why I wore Annette's dress that was much too small while Gerry announced me to the partygoers as the lady of the house or why I dressed up in the Michael Jackson snowsuit left behind by a former resident and danced on top of the fridge with Philip.
Last night I may have forgotten that I moved out of Bloomfield in September. I was conversing in the kitchen and attempting to act as thought I was mad, essentially I was showing off. In order to fully demonstrate my rage I picked up a mug and smashed it on the countertop. It wasn't the first thing I'd smashed, dented, or threw at Bloomfield; a window, a glass saucepan we were melting snow in, the floor in the basement.
I realized I didn't live there anymore and didn't possess a carte blanche for chaos once David entered the room. David moved into Bloomfield after I moved out. He became the new Nansea who had become the new Faith who had become the new Jeffrey. He did not seem pleased that I had been making a right royal mess of the countertop.
I reacted quickly and explained to him that if all possible I would go back in time to a point where I was still living at the household, not care about the mess, continue on with the party, go to bed when the guests left, wake up in the morning and attend to the mess.
He gave me look like I was full of shit.
"Or I could just start picking up these shards of mug now, I guess"
Last night I may have forgotten that I moved out of Bloomfield in September. I was conversing in the kitchen and attempting to act as thought I was mad, essentially I was showing off. In order to fully demonstrate my rage I picked up a mug and smashed it on the countertop. It wasn't the first thing I'd smashed, dented, or threw at Bloomfield; a window, a glass saucepan we were melting snow in, the floor in the basement.
I realized I didn't live there anymore and didn't possess a carte blanche for chaos once David entered the room. David moved into Bloomfield after I moved out. He became the new Nansea who had become the new Faith who had become the new Jeffrey. He did not seem pleased that I had been making a right royal mess of the countertop.
I reacted quickly and explained to him that if all possible I would go back in time to a point where I was still living at the household, not care about the mess, continue on with the party, go to bed when the guests left, wake up in the morning and attend to the mess.
He gave me look like I was full of shit.
"Or I could just start picking up these shards of mug now, I guess"
# posted by Die Brucke @ 12:55 AM 
