Putting out Fire (with gasoline)
Well, it's been a while since I last updated. Man oh man, life is strange. I should really just give up on trying to attain the normalcy thing. In fact, that's where I intend to go from here. No more of this wanting to settle down blah blah blah bull. It's me and Spud and my best friend from here on out, and it sounds pretty inviting. Spud is the new puppy (YAY!). The circumstances under which he was acquired are not important. What matters is, I have a puppy and I still have money!! He's the cutest little thing--a pembroke welsh corgi. No tail, of course. And he waddles. Bob loves him. He sleeps up on the bed, for the most part, but he has a hard time getting down by himself. His toys thus far include a squeaky hedgehog that he can't squeak (it's bigger than him), a pigs ear (the size of his head), and anyone's toes that happen to be within his line of vision. I'm playing hooky today, so he's going to the vet. I have that David Bowie song-"Cat People-Putting Out Fire"-stuck in my head right now, and that's about how I feel. "See these eyes so green, I can stare for a thousand years. Just be still with me, you wouldn't believe what I've been through. It's been so long, and I've been putting out fire with gasoline." I think that sums it up. Onward and upward. I'm purposely leaving this vague. No hard feelings, just some deep down personal stuff that I've come to terms with over the past couple of days. Life goes on, and so do I.