Adventures in Stepford

Saturday, January 05, 2008

Pausing for Perspective, and non-snarkiness

...Is that a word, Snarkiness? Or should I spell it Snarkyness?

Anyway, every post I'm composing over here in Stepford is sounding like a complete b*tch-fest (a/k/a Snarky), and that's not very nice, so I'm keeping them marinating in the Drafts folder until I can be a little more balanced.

Which does not seem to be today. Dammit.

I'm mad and frustrated and hurt and p*ssed off. And it's not even PMS-week. But I still want to be fair, since the pen is mightier than the sword and all that.

As my husband attests, I love to be miserable, and the victim, and in the middle of Drama. Yes and no. Drama, yes, I've copped to that before. Victim? check, but I've been working to confess those times in the past and act accordingly in the present. Miserable? It may be a familiar thing in my life, but I don't aim to be miserable, or want it. That pisses me off. Take this fcuking misery, you can have it.

Ugh. My snow-covered acorn is becoming an avalanche. Will post an update when I recover my center.

Labels: life in stepford, rant

posted by Adventures in Stepford @ 6:41 PM 2 comments

Friday, November 03, 2006

New York, London, Paris, Munich: Everybody Talk About, mmm, Pop Music

Okay, I'm p*ssed. Consider yourself warned.

Ya'll know, in light of the last year of my life, I HATE/LOATHE/DETEST [insert synonyms here] how glamorous the media portrays infidelity. I've mentioned it several times. Oh, the excitement and titilation of secret love with your newest 'soulmate'. Puh-leez. Absolutely, without question, a complete load of sh!t.

Here's the newest slice of hell brought to you from the Adultery-as-Magic culture we live in: I am riding along in my automobile. Listening to the radio, lalala. Song comes on. Sounds good. Like the tune. Words seem good...Then - BAM! - what the fcuk am I listening to? I almost ran into a ditch in my white-hot rage.

Let me present to you the P.O.S. song I'm speaking of. You know it. It's #4 in the iTunes most downloaded tracks for this week, for the love of God. I am furious at this song, yes, we all know why. It's way too close to home. But dammit, people, does it have to be so COOL to cheat? So casual to talk about, sing about, watch on the screen? Make it number-fcuking-four on iTunes?

Honey, why are you calling me so late?
It's kinda hard to talk right now.
Honey, why are you crying - is everything okay?
I gotta whisper 'cause I can't be too loud.

Well, my girl's in the next room,
Sometimes I wish she was you.
I guess we never really moved on
It's really good to hear your voice saying my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel.

Hearing those words it makes me weak,
And I never wanna say goodbye.
But, girl, you make it hard to be faithful...
With the lips of an angel.

It's funny that you're calling me tonight.
And, yes, I've dreamt of you too.
And does he know you're talking to me? Will it start a fight?
No, I don't think she has a clue.

Well my girl's in the next room,
Sometimes I wish she was you.
I guess we never really moved on
It's really good to hear your voice saying my name
It sounds so sweet,
Coming from the lips of an angel.

Hearing those wordsa it makes me weak,
And I never wanna say goodbye.
But, girl, you make it hard to be faithful...
With the lips of an angel.

Lips of an Angel, Hinder

Hinder. Yeah, they're hindering something all right. The TRUTH. This sh!t hurts, it's not magical. It RUINS lives. The Husband would tell you the same, I'd venture to guess. Man, this song has got me LIVID. Way way way way too close to home, these lyrics. oh, and mr. songwriter? she has a fcuking clue, I promise you. I want to run around in cyberspace screaming and stomping my feet about it. Oh, guess I am, that.

Labels: lyrical gangsta, rant

posted by Adventures in Stepford @ 8:30 AM 2 comments

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I was damaged and hurt from the get-go. I buried it and lived on mind-numbing autopilot ... to the detriment of my life and marriage.

But everything looked good from the outside.

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