Eh, I am rambling as usual. Let's start with the weekend and the great amounts of fun we had staying up way too late and eating way too much mex food on friday. We played cards with the whole family, my sister and her husband included. Jeff and I played partners during the first game and kicked ass. Mom won the second game and by that time it was near on 1:30am and I was getting a wee bit bushed, so we went home and went to bloody bed. It was nice! Then we got up Saturday and we made steak and eggs and home fries for brekkie. It was so sumptuous and totally infrugal to eat 17 bucks worth of steak smothered in egg yolk, but it was damn good, so after all that indulgence I dedided to get off my ass and get a little work done on the apartment. The I went to go check on the birds and clean their cage and I realized that one was dead. It kinda sucks, but I am not too worried anymore. There was a definite mourning period in which I deep cleaned and sanitized the cage and totally traumatized the remaining two birds, but I have kinda gotten over it now. That's the great thing about having animals that resent you... It hurts less when they do finally die. Sorry, but disagree if ya want, I mean, if you think you can. It just becomes glaringly obvious that I will never love another animal like I loved Clyde, and although Oscar and Peanuts are damned close, it's still that whole "first real pet" thing. Ah well, life goes on. So after all that I put up some stuff on the walls, posters, shelves, crap like that... ya know, homey stuff and then we went to Wally world and got my sister's Xmas gift and some shrimp and went to Mom and Dad's again to play Titan. I am still alive. It's kinda like that last Risk game Sarah and Rick and I played, where each of us owns a third of the world and we are still swinging. So we wrote everything down and we finally got to go home.
Yay home. Slept till 9, a hellish 6 hours, got up and started to unpack. And I kept unpacking until I was done. I then filled up the empty boxes again at my parent's house and will start releasing them tonight. Now we are talking my stuff friends, most of which my gentle readers helped me pack. If you want anything I may own, let me know NOW, cuz it's all going to the Goodwill this weekend. Toys, random crap, clothing, trinkets, knick knacks, all of it. If I haven't even thought about it since I moved out of Zack's and my apartment, it goes.
Hey if anyone sees Tim anymore, tell him I said Hi... I found some stuff that reminded me of him and I about shit my pants. Showed it to Jeff, it freaked both of us out. I think he is still freaked. It scared the hell out of me. Man I wanted to shove my tongue into every baggy and that little glass vial so badly, just to taste it again. But I didn't. phew. It was rough. I know I am going to find more, cuz when you do shit like that you get sloppy. I probably have a few glass pipes somewhere. Makes my stomach turn just thinking about it. Yes Honey, I used to be an addict, or something like that. Maybe I still am. I dunno, am I dramatizing it? I don't remember most of what I was like then. Everything got real hazy for a long time there. Any input?
Ah well, life goes on.
I keep saying that.
I am not quite sure why yet.
It's kinda freakin me out.
I think I am a little apprehensive of my 27th birthday here in a couple months.
Life keeps going on no matter how we fight. I think the more you fight the older you get. I have no idea.
Have you ever just wanted to cry? Not so much for yourself, but for everything? For everyone else out there that your life touches? For the sole fact that maybe someone who needs to can't right now? For loss and gain and sadness and pain and tremendous joy and for every soul that ever died with no one around to mourn it?
Me too, I don't understand why.