Everydaystranger

-H.
PS-did anyone watch the closing ceremony of the Olympics and, after thinking What the fuck is up with the all virgin bride business, think-So many clowns here and yet no one is trying to kill them all?
PPS-my new blog design is the big change that I promised! Many thanks to the very talented Taughnee [...]

Last night I went for a few drinks with some neighbors, and when I came back the house was cold.
Very cold.
A pissed-off Angus looked at me wryly and confirmed that the heating was dead. The boiler is dead. Basically, with the exception of the fireplace and my hair dryer, that all possible sources [...]

So we’ve left it until very last minute, but Angus and I have been going to the gym everyday this past week (it’s a bathing suit alert-in exactly 7 days I’ll be in the South Pacific, staring down the business end of lycra and hoping to God that lycra is code for “corset-like swimming costume”. [...]

UTI time aside, sometimes I have been waking up feeling this enormous sense of light and possibility (the UTI time was pockmarked by extreme irritability, to the extent that I made ’snarky’

She’s not the only one trying to enrich her life. It was Angus’ suggestion, and I agreed to it partly because he suggested it (the aim to please is never very far away in a BPD Asian-descent) and partly because I have never done this kind of thing) that we take not only the [...]

“Did you pee?” Angus asked.
“I did,” I reply.
“Was it good?” he asks.
“It was,” I reply.
It’s not that we are an uber-close couple that share all of our intimate moments with each other, be they emotional or physical. We don’t normally feel the need to impart information on our urinary habits to each other, it’s [...]

I’ve been a bit quiet about The Blackberries, our hopefully beautiful and lovely house-to-be, as there simply hasn’t been any progress. After finally selling that enormous elephant on our backs known as Angus’ former marital home in Brighton (the town to which I called Ovaltine but which is actually called Ovingdean) in December, we [...]

So Angus and I decided to try to do more fun, exciting interesting things as a couple and try to work on personal improvements at the same time (because my being able to recite lines from Buffy the Vampire Slayer just doesn’t impress him, and I apparently seem underwhelmed at his ability to spot a [...]

It’s true. Angus is having an affair. My needs are being neglected as he lovingly puts his new mistress to bed, as he carefully cleans and croons to her, as he reads books to her and pushes all the right buttons. I have been lowered in the order of his affections.
It’s my [...]

Am off to Ireland for a long weekend.
See you Tuesday.
-H.

I’ve been thinking a lot about a subject that is perhaps going to generate a great deal of hate mail, but seeing as though that’s never stopped me before, here goes.
I have a pretty high squick factor, really. Not only am I besieged by the great poo phobia, but other things creep me out. [...]

Sometimes I wish you could see what I see. Through my eyes, as though the look ahead was mine, perhaps with the dark rims of my glasses, perhaps with gratitude through the soft invisible lenses that cover my eyes. Walking around yesterday I found that sometimes I just don’t know how to use [...]

On Friday I rode the train into London with Angus. Unusually, I had a late Friday appointment with my therapist, and then Angus and I had dinner and movie plans afterwards in the Big Smoke. We parted at Waterloo and I walked the winding hallways to the Jubilee Line. The halls and [...]

Being an American in England means that I am often subjected to light ribbing and teasing. This, because I have something obvious to tease about and the English? They have self-deprecating humor down pat. As Angus explained, everyone gets light ribbing from the friends and colleagues about something (Angus got it for [...]

Admittedly we are not normal, average TV watchers. While I do like my fill of Desperate Housewives and Lost, I also like old 80’s English shows like House of Elliot, in which I can pretend I could have had a chance as a proper lady in 1920’s London (when the truth is, I think [...]

OK, yesterday?
Yeah. Much happened.
So I trek to my Weakest Link audition, which is held in a hotel not far from a BBC studio in West London. Hotel not in good neighborhood. Helen fears bad neighborhood. Helen also froze her left breast off walking from tube to hotel (not that left breast [...]

30 January 2006
Coming Clean Is Hard, Even With Irish Spring
Aidan’s kids were here this weekend, his nearly 14 year-old daughter and son, who turns 9 in a few weeks. They’re good kids-they can drive you a little crazy when they’re cranky and tired, but then again adults can drive you crazy when they’re cranky and [...]

OK.
Am trying to breathe deep here but my nerves are all over the fucking place. For some reason, I’m even more stressed out than usual over this kind of event. I just don’t do dress-up. I hate being noticed, I hate standing out. I also have to remember to call it [...]