No, I will not shovel/plow/clear off your fucking driveway. The people who do that, they're pretty fucking busy right now. Stop bothering me, and stop making me bother them.
I'm curious what others think of me. Sometimes I think that's my entire motivation in life. Regardless of our relationship, be it complex, ephemeral, distant or close, take the time to give the critique you feel does me justice. In this, above all things, I ask honesty.
I know it's been a long time since I rapped at ya, but here's a synopsis of things going on in my life...
The Fearsome Fivesome has been reduced to a Fermented Four, as Lengthy will be staying in Wisconsin. This was his choice, and we're parting ways amicably. I look forward to hearing of his adventures while mine own become apparent in Kansas-land.
The traditional Imbolc to Beltane beard is in full effect, this year without even the trim to make it reasonable. Come early May, I will know what it is like to have a face full of fuzz.
Things are generally going decently well according to plan. My job is still ass, but it's managable ass, so until I switch up in a couple of months, I think I can take it. Just basically keeping my head down, nose in a book till it's all over.
Absolutely NOTHING going on romance-wise, but that's according to plan as well. I agreed a long time ago with myself not to start anything I couldn't finish, and this situation is the embodiment of that agreement.
I just got done reading 5 Heinlein books in a row. That pretty much speaks for itself.
Lastly, I have decided that my persona can do massively larger amounts of damage in Kansas than it ever could here in Wisconsin. I quiver with antici...
pation.
Current Music
I think Lengthy fell asleep watching Rosemary's Baby on TV
however today I am drunk. I've been that way since 20 minutes after walking in the door. I got a decent amount of outpouring of concern over the death of Maynard. It's less bad than you think, or worse, if you consider the fact that I somehow still feel him with me late at night a worry.
Work's been a royal pain in the ass. They took away the intra-webs, so that definitely puts a damper in my day. Also, I've gotta go there just about every day in my hooptie-ass beater, which is currently missing most of its exhaust. This adds stress, as I do not have a valid license, and should I get pulled over for infringing upon the public's ears, I will quite possibly get a "Go Directly To Jail" card. Fun, Fun.
I got my WoW account back open. So me an'Petey been makin' the rounds, capping fools that do not reckonize. Things are also starting to make sense here on the homefront, and I have a Dr's appointment on Friday, which may finally resolve the issue of my voice. Also, the issue of my crazy drugs. Man, I miss those.
Other than that, shit's been slightly weird. Staffing is -truly- barebones at work, which makes my day 3 times more interesting, as technically I'm supposed to be covering for both halves of the company. Also, my sister is really pushing for me to reconcile with my mother, which I have major reservations about.
I need a party, and then about 5 days off in a row. Any takers?
My kitten died this evening. He will be missed by all that knew him.
We do not currently know the cause of his death. One moment, he was his regular, kitten-like self. The next he was dead in my bedroom.
My firm belief is that he is dead because he was too good for this world. He was the best kitten I have ever known, despite his general displeasure with other cats, he was everything a person could have wanted in a cat. He was loving, caring, nurturing, curious, cuddly, and cute as all hell. He was also one fuck of a hell-raiser.
Goodnight, my baby boy. You will be in my heart always.
These come from basically 4 main road trips: 1)Around the Great Lakes 2)Visiting Florida (for all sorts of nefarious purposes) 3)Visiting New Orleans (ditto) and my honeymoon in the Rocky Mountains.
Gods, I hated Nebraska. I wish I could take that one back.
If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don't speak often) please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me. It can be anything you want - good or bad - BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE. When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you
Today should be interesting. I'm at work, and it's pretty damned slow. Thank teh gods. Fucking Canadians keep calling, though, totally forgetting that it's a holiday in the United States of Whatevah. So that's annoying. The Magickal Finger of Justice (guess which one) seems to keep them mostly at bay, kinda like vampires and crucifixes. Seriously, it's been working.
Anyway, tonight I'm supposed to go with Vic's fam, hopefully get my green back on (it's been almost 6 weeks, yo!), so that'll be good.
Then Drama. My sister has apparently decided to play peacekeeper, and invited both me and my mother (who still is not speaking to me) to Thanksgiving dinner late tonight at the sibiling Unit's apartment. Still not completely convinced I wanna go. I mean, it's a holiday, which, yes, is supposed to be all about family, blah blah blah... but I just don't feel like prostrating myself when I don't feel I should just to make my sister happy. I know this whole thing is hard on her, but damn it, I'm not well equipped to deal with drama today. Especially since I've been on edge since the green has disappeared from my life for so long.
Also, I had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for lunch. It felt really, really wrong.
angry
contemplative