I'm sitting here now, in the semi
-dark, with three cats staring at me, inwardly
angry at me because I refuse to hand over my new parakeet
to them. My desk is
covered by various Tarot cards
and decks and informational Tarot
there is a definite feeling of loss
in the air. Things don't seem to be going
My girlfriend got laid off a week or so ago, and since my web design business
hasn't picked up, our only form of income for a while is my Tarot reading site
(pinktarot.com.) Everyone seems interested, according to putty and the log
files, but no one seems inclined to buy. This does not bode well.
We've long since returned our basset hound Hama, her being far to unfit for
apartment life, and the doggie stress level for the Mizzy has dropped. Christmas,
however, was horrible in my book, all because of Masu's father. I don't like
him very much at all
I tried to, but when he stayed with us, he was childish
and too distant to be of any fun. Example:
Mizzy: "I'm going to bake us some nice cheesecake! Lalala, happy Mizzy!"
Kate's Dad: "I DON'T WANT CHEESECAKE! I WANT COOKIES! I WANT COOKIES!"
Needless to say, I wasn't pleased. No one tells the Mizzy what to bake in her
I know I haven't written in a while, and I've got to wonder about the new cliques
who are all these new people writing new write-ups? I wonder if
I'll know them one day. Has E2 changed in any way? What in me changed that
I haven't written in, like, forever? (I can use Valley Girl slang if I punctuate
it correctly. :P )
I miss some of my friends from back home. Instant messengers aren't the real
people. I think it's about time I go home for a visit, as soon as we can afford
it. I found out a friend I graduated with is now married and expecting her first
child in June. June
my own marriage is set for June 8th. I'm glad I
have no second thoughts or regrets.
There are strange men outside my window
banging on the walls, not trying
too hard to finish the siding job on the apartment building we live in. They
listen to music I remember from a year ago, swear more than my mother, and are
very, very loud. They make me glad that I'm a dyke.
I've just read part of ansate's daylog and I say: "No comment."
I don't agree with what anything did
the monkey shouldn't
have gotten so attached
ansate should have cared more
have seen that ansate didn't need a new asshole. I don't understand how hard
this is for some
it didn't work out for the ansate and the monkey
Masu's out walking the dog, and the men are still banging away, worried about
The Goo Goo Dolls are singing "Broadway" in my ears.
A huge cloak of gloom and depression cloaks the city and all the weathermen
can say is "It's overcast."