Comments on: Auntagonistic #1 http://hendrixcat.com/theories-of-relativity/auntagonistic-1/ One boyfriend, one cat, three Marshall amps, six computers, eleven guitars, countless effects pedals and too many shoes. Sat, 31 Jul 2010 19:57:24 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.0.3 by: creativevoyage http://hendrixcat.com/theories-of-relativity/auntagonistic-1/#comment-32391 Thu, 18 Feb 2010 13:49:49 +0000 http://hendrixcat.com/theories-of-relativity/auntagonistic-1/#comment-32391 sloe gin ? I LOVE that stuff sloe gin ? I LOVE that stuff

]]> by: helena http://hendrixcat.com/theories-of-relativity/auntagonistic-1/#comment-31830 Wed, 03 Feb 2010 16:00:43 +0000 http://hendrixcat.com/theories-of-relativity/auntagonistic-1/#comment-31830 I didn't emigrate (because they wouldn't let me) but I did move three hundred miles away and then two hundred miles away from them. Six months ago (when life turned to rat-shit) I (and therefore F) moved back into the ten mile exclusion zone... and do you know what? Three hundred miles, two hundred miles, ten miles, four miles, it makes no difference...you get drawn...pulled...(threatened on occasion) back into the morass of emotional upheaval that is family and now that they've got technology at their fingertips you can't even escape by taking the phone off the hook. The scariest thing is that it's addictive...you feel compelled to join in with the dysfuntion and even if you don't - it gets you in the end. I blame the pavlova's. Any occasion where you're likely to find a pavlova (the meringue sort not the ballerina) you're likely to find a family member and wherever there's a family member you'll become entangled in a sticky web. (Which may or may not be due to the pavlova). On the other note *blush*...thank you ...F will be vindicated. He was the one who told me to "just post the damn thing "last night when I was whinging about not having finished the story. I didn’t emigrate (because they wouldn’t let me) but I did move three hundred miles away and then two hundred miles away from them. Six months ago (when life turned to rat-shit) I (and therefore F) moved back into the ten mile exclusion zone… and do you know what? Three hundred miles, two hundred miles, ten miles, four miles, it makes no difference…you get drawn…pulled…(threatened on occasion) back into the morass of emotional upheaval that is family and now that they’ve got technology at their fingertips you can’t even escape by taking the phone off the hook. The scariest thing is that it’s addictive…you feel compelled to join in with the dysfuntion and even if you don’t - it gets you in the end.

I blame the pavlova’s. Any occasion where you’re likely to find a pavlova (the meringue sort not the ballerina) you’re likely to find a family member and wherever there’s a family member you’ll become entangled in a sticky web. (Which may or may not be due to the pavlova).

On the other note *blush*…thank you …F will be vindicated. He was the one who told me to “just post the damn thing “last night when I was whinging about not having finished the story.

]]> by: fishboy http://hendrixcat.com/theories-of-relativity/auntagonistic-1/#comment-31804 Wed, 03 Feb 2010 05:32:25 +0000 http://hendrixcat.com/theories-of-relativity/auntagonistic-1/#comment-31804 Ahh families - can't live with them. That's it. I emigrated to avoid mine but seem to be constantly drawn back into their sticky web.. On another note: I adore the way you write. Ahh families - can’t live with them. That’s it. I emigrated to avoid mine but seem to be constantly drawn back into their sticky web..

On another note: I adore the way you write.

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