An Interesting Turn Of Events...
I know I haven't posted in awhile. Haven't really had all that much to say about my own life lately. I'm kind in a calm-before-the-storm place right now. Have you ever had those? The kind where you have several things about to happen all at once, but the moment hasn't come just yet, as well as some other "might-just-happen-but-who-the-fuck-knows?" shit just waiting in the wings, some that fortunately for me, might turn out very well. That's where I'm at right now - Limbo Land. But it beats being in FuckThisIWannaDieVille or IHateEverything&WannaListenToTheCureBurg.
But I'm currently waiting for a girl would probably won't show up (the second one of those I've had today), and I need to kill some time while I wait. Besides, I'm sure there are a few people out there waiting expectantly for some word of news from me here, especially the ones that hate my Irish guts but still know I never lie (Hi kids! Life sucks lately, huh? Tsk. Tough shit!) So what's been happening with me that's newsworthy to nobody else except me? Well, let's see...
I got a kitten. It was a spur of the moment thing. My friend Emily found him outside our door one night while she and Kelly were over here hanging out and getting drunk. I brought him in and fed him. I already had some cat food because of the other two neighborhood cats I'd been feeding on the sly since their owners across the street from me obviously don't feed them enough (which pisses me off). I let the little furball stick around for awhile, and he seemed to enjoy being in the house. That night, I let him back out, just in case he had somewhere to go. But in the morning, he was still out there. So I sort of fell for the little guy and made the decision to keep him. He's been here been about three weeks now, and so far, he's been doing very well. I named him Mac (credit goes to Britney for the name. Thanks, Brit!) because he's a tabby with a perfect "M" in the fur on his forehead. He's sitting on my leg right now like he often does while I'm sitting at the computer, occasionally getting up and trying to walk on my keyboard, the cute lil' motherfucker. Maybe I'll take and post a pic later if I can get him to hold still.
In other news, I'm currently car shopping. I'm looking for a decent used SUV - a Blazer, Bronco, GMC Jimmy, Jeep Grand Cherokee, Explorer... something like that. I need a vehicle with some storage room as I find myself moving so often, so I figured that would help. My blue Pontiac, aka "The Beast", is on its last legs. I've smashed that fucker all to hell, and there's not a whole lot of emergency surgery I can do with it anymore to keep it alive. So for those of you who see me coming in the next few days - and you *WILL* see me coming - with a smashed-in front end and a hood tied down by cords, massive craters in the sides and doors, and no window on the passenger side... oh, and a little blood inbetween the cracks of the front end and windshield - run like fucking hell because I'm looking for a victim to feed The Beast his last meal.
And speaking of moving, I just informed my landlord yesterday that I want to move out of here soon. I rather like the house I'm living in right now, but I fucking hate McPherson, Kansas. I'd been wanting to move back to a city I used to live for awhile now, and I think it's time I did just that. McPherson was supposed to be a short-term stint while I prepared to move to San Diego, but things have changed since then that make San Diego sort of moot for me. Another option I briefly considered was Denver, but that was really only for Amanda's benefit, and now that situation has taken a turn as well, one that may make the other city I've already lived in a much better option as well anyway. I have a lot of connections there, so it should work out pretty well for me if I go back. As for the old issues I had with that place... pffft. As far as those who might have a problem with it are concerned, they'll be in for a shock. Now I can see the power in not giving a shit about any of them anymore. It's a different vibe for me, having given them so much that they could use against me just by caring about them. But now it's a whole different story.
Turned tables for three, anyone? ;)
BTW, there's also two other people I'd like to consider moving with me as well. I think they'd really love it. It would be a hell of a reunion and a hell of an experience. Could be a lot of fun for all of us. We'll see how that turns out.
Unfortunately, life isn't all hopes and dreams. My mother starts advanced chemo this week. I'm pretty worried about that because this is the Ground Zero-last-chance-turns-you-into-a-hairless-zombie-&-hope-you-don't-die measure of battling her cancer. Her chemo treatments were not as advanced the first time she got cancer over a year and a half ago, so this time it's about as hardcore as it gets. I'm just going to hope for the best and think happy thoughts as well as a cynical bastard like I am can. I'm sure I'll be helping her a lot more at her home over the next few weeks before I move. It's a difficult situation, because I *am* planning to move soon, but I also want to be available for her while she goes through this. But I know that whether I'm here or not makes very little difference to her. If that sounds cold, keep in mind that my relationship with her is a very difficult one to explain, and would probably be accompanied by tears.... yours, at the sadness of it all. Long story... but those of you who really know me will understand.
Oh, woe is me! Is that Robert Smith I hear? Someone break out the goth makeup!
(Twenty minutes later...)
Meh... I was just contacted by the girl I was waiting to hear from while I typed that last line. I guess The Cure works in mysterious ways. I've said all I've got to say tonight. Tomorrow's another day. I'll be doing some hardcore car hunting tomorrow, so wish me luck.
That's it for now. I'll end this with a little dose of shout-out-itis and say cheers to Amanda. I love you too. Now get your ass back here *now* 'cause you didn't finish your rum and coke, young lady! :)
Today's Live Journal blog brought to you by the letters "F" and "U", and the number 13 (if anyone figures out the reason for that number, let me know and I'll give you a cookie and tell you to go fuck yourself). :)
Seacrest out.
But I'm currently waiting for a girl would probably won't show up (the second one of those I've had today), and I need to kill some time while I wait. Besides, I'm sure there are a few people out there waiting expectantly for some word of news from me here, especially the ones that hate my Irish guts but still know I never lie (Hi kids! Life sucks lately, huh? Tsk. Tough shit!) So what's been happening with me that's newsworthy to nobody else except me? Well, let's see...
I got a kitten. It was a spur of the moment thing. My friend Emily found him outside our door one night while she and Kelly were over here hanging out and getting drunk. I brought him in and fed him. I already had some cat food because of the other two neighborhood cats I'd been feeding on the sly since their owners across the street from me obviously don't feed them enough (which pisses me off). I let the little furball stick around for awhile, and he seemed to enjoy being in the house. That night, I let him back out, just in case he had somewhere to go. But in the morning, he was still out there. So I sort of fell for the little guy and made the decision to keep him. He's been here been about three weeks now, and so far, he's been doing very well. I named him Mac (credit goes to Britney for the name. Thanks, Brit!) because he's a tabby with a perfect "M" in the fur on his forehead. He's sitting on my leg right now like he often does while I'm sitting at the computer, occasionally getting up and trying to walk on my keyboard, the cute lil' motherfucker. Maybe I'll take and post a pic later if I can get him to hold still.
In other news, I'm currently car shopping. I'm looking for a decent used SUV - a Blazer, Bronco, GMC Jimmy, Jeep Grand Cherokee, Explorer... something like that. I need a vehicle with some storage room as I find myself moving so often, so I figured that would help. My blue Pontiac, aka "The Beast", is on its last legs. I've smashed that fucker all to hell, and there's not a whole lot of emergency surgery I can do with it anymore to keep it alive. So for those of you who see me coming in the next few days - and you *WILL* see me coming - with a smashed-in front end and a hood tied down by cords, massive craters in the sides and doors, and no window on the passenger side... oh, and a little blood inbetween the cracks of the front end and windshield - run like fucking hell because I'm looking for a victim to feed The Beast his last meal.
And speaking of moving, I just informed my landlord yesterday that I want to move out of here soon. I rather like the house I'm living in right now, but I fucking hate McPherson, Kansas. I'd been wanting to move back to a city I used to live for awhile now, and I think it's time I did just that. McPherson was supposed to be a short-term stint while I prepared to move to San Diego, but things have changed since then that make San Diego sort of moot for me. Another option I briefly considered was Denver, but that was really only for Amanda's benefit, and now that situation has taken a turn as well, one that may make the other city I've already lived in a much better option as well anyway. I have a lot of connections there, so it should work out pretty well for me if I go back. As for the old issues I had with that place... pffft. As far as those who might have a problem with it are concerned, they'll be in for a shock. Now I can see the power in not giving a shit about any of them anymore. It's a different vibe for me, having given them so much that they could use against me just by caring about them. But now it's a whole different story.
Turned tables for three, anyone? ;)
BTW, there's also two other people I'd like to consider moving with me as well. I think they'd really love it. It would be a hell of a reunion and a hell of an experience. Could be a lot of fun for all of us. We'll see how that turns out.
Unfortunately, life isn't all hopes and dreams. My mother starts advanced chemo this week. I'm pretty worried about that because this is the Ground Zero-last-chance-turns-you-into-a-hairless-zombie-&-hope-you-don't-die measure of battling her cancer. Her chemo treatments were not as advanced the first time she got cancer over a year and a half ago, so this time it's about as hardcore as it gets. I'm just going to hope for the best and think happy thoughts as well as a cynical bastard like I am can. I'm sure I'll be helping her a lot more at her home over the next few weeks before I move. It's a difficult situation, because I *am* planning to move soon, but I also want to be available for her while she goes through this. But I know that whether I'm here or not makes very little difference to her. If that sounds cold, keep in mind that my relationship with her is a very difficult one to explain, and would probably be accompanied by tears.... yours, at the sadness of it all. Long story... but those of you who really know me will understand.
Oh, woe is me! Is that Robert Smith I hear? Someone break out the goth makeup!
(Twenty minutes later...)
Meh... I was just contacted by the girl I was waiting to hear from while I typed that last line. I guess The Cure works in mysterious ways. I've said all I've got to say tonight. Tomorrow's another day. I'll be doing some hardcore car hunting tomorrow, so wish me luck.
That's it for now. I'll end this with a little dose of shout-out-itis and say cheers to Amanda. I love you too. Now get your ass back here *now* 'cause you didn't finish your rum and coke, young lady! :)
Today's Live Journal blog brought to you by the letters "F" and "U", and the number 13 (if anyone figures out the reason for that number, let me know and I'll give you a cookie and tell you to go fuck yourself). :)
Seacrest out.