Fuck You. And I Want to Go Out. Damnit. (Oct 17, 2006)

Current mood:pissed off

Ok, assholes, here's something for you. It's been a while since I blogged. There's more to say than I could possibly hope to type in the time I have, so I'll just say what I say and hopefully I'll get around to the rest later.

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Ok, folks. After much careful concideration, I have decided to take down yesterdays blog. Well, most of it. Not because Dumpy McBitchface wants me to, but because the more  I thought about it, the more petty and stupid this whole thing seems. Almost everything I wrote in that blog sounded exactly like the nasty filth that comes out of HER mouth everytime it opens and that thought right there almost made me ill. Keep in mind, though, that I am retracting nothing I said, I'm merely retracting the tacky manner in which I said it. For all of you who AREN'T psycho bitches and read my blogs, sorry you had to witness me behaving like that gutter trash. My bad.

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I like to think that occasionally I have something nice and good to put on here, so on the bright side, Keri comes over and hangs out with me after she gets off work in the morning. Thats kinda nice since its really the only social interaction I get right now. I've been putting my appartment together bit by bit and its looking kinda nice. I got a new cat and named her Siddalee, and she's black and white with the sweetest little face. Shes very -for lack of a better term- clingy. She acts like shes attention starved. I think that might have come from her people ditching her. Assholes. Anyway, she seems to like it in my place and her and the weasels play and chase each other and its just hilarious to watch. Half the time she's pouncing on them and half the time she's running from Badger. Heh heh heh. Gus (my fish) is still doing well. I had to medicate his tank the other day, as i thought he had tail issues, but the more I look at it, I think its just a place where the cats managed to get at him. It's nothing big though. Just a little nick. Hes happy as a damn lark in his new tank. I finally got most of my furnature in there and so the TV and shit is all off the floor. I went shopping for some essentials last night, and now all my shelves are lined and I have a dish drainer and a bunch of other crap. I like walking into my appartmant from the hallway, because the whole hall smells like old people and then when I walk into my place, its smells like incense and cigarettes. Not the nasty stale cig smell, but like a good lived in one. And sometimes it smells like books. Thats one of my favorites. 

On a strange note, last night at 4-ish, I got a knock on the door. I hollered towards the door as I walked over that it had better be someone worth my time. And then I opened the door and it was the guy Tom brought over that one day. "Oh. Or it could be you...." (Yes, that does indeed make me an asshole.) He wanted to use my can-opener. In return for this service, he brought me 4 beers. I was actually sort of sad to inform him that not only do I not presently possess a can-opener, I also don't drink beer. Sorry.

-Sigh....- I want to go out dancing again. Well, I suppose its more of going out drinking and then managing to drink enough that I'll dance in public, but all the same, I'd like to go. Rick's the only person who's ever gotten me to dance like that and I really enjoyed myself. Hes fantastic like that. I like watching him dance too. I'm going to have to admit that i think he's better than I am. Ah, well. Damnit, well, I had best be going before that stark raving bitch comes in here and screams her fucking head off at me some more.