By the way, Patty, no, my teachers didn’t ever suggest I be tested for AHDT because I was fairly mellow as a child. Give me a book and I was happy. This is still the case but I will be the first to admit that I suffer from Bright, Shiny Object Syndrome.

So. My roommate, Keem. You all know her or have read of her. Keem and I are very good friends and have been since we met at work six odd years ago. It was one of those moments when you meet someone and think “Huh. It seems like I’ve known this person for years.” I have this habit, when I see someone is reading a book, to pick it up and check it out. I love to read and am constantly searching for new authors. Keem was reading a book by Laurel K Hamilton (about Anita Blake, a bounty hunter who bags vampires, among other monsters – good books but a little too gory for my tastes) and this led to a conversation about Buffy the Vampire Slayer and the relative hotness of Angel and Spike and that was it. There was that click and we’ve been friends ever since.

I’m not sure how Beth and I became friends. While it was at work, I think it was more gradual, I didn’t have a clue who she was until we started working the same shift. We worked downtown Saint Paul and after work we would either go to Perkins with Keem. Or we’d hang out in the parking ramp and listen to music and talk (also with Keem usually). We all loved movies and then we discovered scrapbooking and the fact that we enjoyed road trips and it’s suddenly 5ish years later and I can’t imagine life without either of them.

Anyway, Keem and I have been roommates for almost 5 years (maybe 6. I don’t pay attention to these things) and she is a great roommate. She’s a good cook, enjoys cleaning (well, more than I do, at least) and understands that I need structure, even when I complain about said structure.

After all this time, it has got to the point that I cannot keep anything from her. She knows me too well. She says I have a tone and she can tell when I am lying (or rolling my eyes or whining (I prefer “complaining creatively” or anything).

She gave me a cold sore. It’s probably my own fault. I knew she had a cold sore but I let her drink out of my water glass on Saturday. Yesterday my very own cold sore popped up on my lip (I hate the little bastards. They are just so irritating).

We are in the car, waiting for it to warm up so we can go home. She is telling me about something that happened on her day. I have turned to face her and my face is somewhat hidden by my jacket collar.

Keem (K): And then the stock owner said this and I said something and…DANA!
DM: What?
K: Stop scratching your cold sore on your zipper!
DM: I’m not!
K: Yeah, right! Don’t you lie to me, missy! If you do that, it might spread and then you’ll get cold sores on your face!

I pull my lips away from the zipper quickly.

K: I know you too well.

I don’t know how she knows these things. But I do know she is going to make a fantastic mother some day. I figure I have provided her with a lot of practice.

I am excited about this weekend. I can’t believe that I am actually looking forward to turning 40. It is pretty amazing what the right combination of happy pills and good friends can do for you. This is the first birthday in years that hasn’t depressed me incredibly (I had a former “friend” who used to say to me on March 1st every year “Dana, you’re going to be 25 (or 26 or whatever). What have you accomplished with your life?” And when I would try to say my life wasn’t all that bad, he would come back with all of his accomplishments. Sometimes I kind of wish I could run into him now because a) Beth and Keem HATE him and would kick his ass and b) I gained back a great portion of my self-esteem since he is no longer a part of my life and I would love to tell him off. Or sit back and watch Beth and Keem break him into little pieces and laugh.

Former comments

“Bright Shiny Object Syndrome”-love it! I think I suffer from that too.

Breaking self-esteem destroying arseholes into teeny tiny pieces can be amusing. May I provide the baseball bat for the pinata party?

Gravatar Didn’t you already have a pre-existing cold sore? I’m pretty sure it is a virus and they come back. Usually from stress.

Keem is awesome. I love how she can read you.

We are going to have a rockin’ weekend. I can’t wait!

Gravatar How wonderful that it’s such a good year for you…. maybe it’s all sunshine and light from here on out? (She says, hopefully.)

Gravatar For some reason it made me smile that you scratched your cold sore with a zipper.
While, technically, it is something I have never done, it is something I can totally see myself doing.
For instance, if I wear long dangly earrings, I totally end up chewing on the ends of them.
Oral fixation much?

Oh, and, uh, hi!

Gravatar Ha! Bright Shiny Object Syndrome! I think I can finally diagnose my boyfriend with something.

Gravatar Spike! – Spike! – he made watching the show worth while.

Gravatar Ohmygosh! It’s your birthday weekend all ready! Maybe jerk former friend will make a surprise appearance and be the main event with Beth and Keem?

I’m liking my 40s, thus far. They seem nice and comfortable.

Have the most splendid of birthdays, dahling! You deserve each and every wonderful, shiny thing that flashes your way.

Gravatar BSOS! I have that too! Did you come up with this syndrome? Maybe you need to write a paper on it. Happy, happy birthday. I am loving my 40’s. I finally feel like my clothes fit, and I tell everyone, “I am too cool, dammit.” And they believe me. Well, the teenagers do, anyway.

Gravatar Welcome to the 40’s dear! Forty and Fabulous!

Gravatar Hi, DM,
I know you from Beth’s blog. Wa, you and Beth have lots of friends. Happy Birthday.

Gravatar Why is everyone congratulating you already?? Isn’t it today, the 12th? I wrote it down! I had my mobile alert me! Please say it’s today, the 12th of March, as it should be.

Happy Birthday!

Gravatar scratching cold sores with a zipper is a good idea… will have to try that one out! thanks for the idea.