Monday, January 30, 2006

Procrastination and Irritation

Ok, so winter makes me want to lay in bed with the covers pulled over my head. So sue me. I feel so lazy, even typing seems like work. But I digress . . . or I'm about to.

I saw something truly appalling yesterday. Some overly crude person had a giant rubber ballsac hanging from his truck's hitch. Frightening and disgusting. I'll admit that it's a new one on me, but yikes! Scraping the bottom of the barrel on stupidity are we? Every time he hit a bump, it wobbled back and forth. Truly sickening. It makes me wonder just what is wrong with someone that they think putting that on their truck is a good idea. In case you're wondering, Mr. Icky Idea, most females think the male body is ugly and/or funny-looking down there. You're revolting a large percent of the population. Sheesh. If it isn't illeagal, it should be.

Tuesday, January 17, 2006

How Do You Know When You're In Love?

Seriously. I've met a certain guy only three times now, but each time I meet him I cannot stop thinking about him for days. I don't think I'm in love . . . or am I? Would I even know if I was? I barely know this person, but he has been on my mind for the last two days. Every friend I have is practically screaming at me to date him, but I just don't know. I don't think we have enough in common, etc. etc. Yet I'm still thinking about him. And how am I supposed to know if he's interested in me? I think he is, but then he does something which makes me think he isn't. I'm bad at small talk and flirting. I hate talking about myself. At parties, unless I know everyone there, I'm likely to sit and listen to everyone and only speak when directly addressed. And between the two of us, we have enough issues to keep psychologist happy for years. And I can't stop thinking about him. Damn being single anyway. Most of the time I enjoy it, but sometimes I think it would be nice to have someone to hold me in the middle of the night. And that's another thing. What if I'm only interested because I'm lonely and he's the only single, not-gay male I know right now? Sheesh.

Wednesday, January 11, 2006

Memorial To An Old Friend

I recieved some sad news this morning. One of my cats became sick Sunday night and I took her to the vet Monday morning. It turned out that she had an incurable disease called Feline Lukemia Complex. The name is a misnomer; they thought the disease was a type of cancer, but in recent years they have discovered that it is more like kittycat AIDS. She passed away and left me forlorn.

Her mother and sister look at me accusingly; they know I took her somewhere. How can you explain death to a cat? It seems so quiet here now; there is a void in my home and in my heart.

Goodbye my Sweetheart, my Squeak, my Sqeakers, and my Sweetie. May you know peace and happiness wherever you are now. If the gods are kind, we will meet again one day in kittycat Elyseium, and I will hold you again in my arms. Until then, may the gods smile on you and make you happy every hour until I come to you.

Sunday, January 08, 2006

Last Night - Warning: Sentimentality Ahead

Ok, we didn't make the movie. The chaos fairy visited us again and due to an extremely long story we ran too late. So I didn't get my pancakes at 2 am, but I got them at midnight instead, so I am not complaining. I got to spend at least 2 hours in the company of my 2 very best friends in the whole wide world, so the movie can go hang itself . . . at least until next weekend.

Speaking of my friends, we have been together for a really long time. We've gone through the stages of life together, all the way from bullies in elementary school to 'Oh, my gosh, he's hot', from 'I think I might be pregenant' to 'I have something to tell you - I'm gay.' Through thick and thin we've stood together, watching each other's backs and supporting each other against the world. Now we can barely find 2 hours to sit together before one of us falls asleep or has to leave. I know people say that part of growing up is losing your childhood friends. I disagree. We three will be friends until we are all sitting together in the same nursing home. My friend has already called the bed by the window. I hearby call dibs on the jigsaw puzzles in the rec room. It may be a long journey, but we will make it together.

Saturday, January 07, 2006

Just a brief comment . . .

Wow, the stupidity just continues. Some guy decided to rob a bank. He suceeded, but drove away in his own car that just happened to have vanity plates. It took the police all of ninety minutes to find him. Not exatly who you'd want to father your children, eh?

In other news, I intend to stay out late and eat cherry pancakes at 2 am. A friend and I are going to see a movie. If it's really good (or extremely bad) check back for my opinion tomorrow.

Comments On Religion . . . Read At Your Own Risk

Ok, I was re-reading my posts and thought that I should clarfiy something here. I am not anti-christian. I am anti-stupid. Extremely anti-stupid. I also object to those who try to force their beliefs on others. In the words of Lord Melbourne, "Things are coming to a pretty pass when religion is allowed to invade private life." In my words, "Mind your own freaking business, you bleepity bleep." I'm sure the family of the soldier killed in Iraq would like to mourn in private without someone telling them how horrible he was and that's why he's dead.

I have a step-uncle who I have only seen a few times in my life. One of those times (and the last if I have anything to say about it) was at the funeral of my grandmother. Five seconds after the funeral was over, he stepped forward and told the preacher exactly what he had said wrong and handed him a tract to read. I have never been so embarassed in my life. The preacher handled it well, but my mother nearly exploded. There we were, standing by the casket, with all eyes still directed our way, and everyone still silent in respect. Let's just say that I feel sorry for anyone so sad and let it go at that.

The point being that it is past time people learned to live and let live. We all believe something different. If you can't handle it, get the f*** off the planet. The rest of us won't miss you.

Oh, The Stupidity

Oh, wow. Where do I start? I made the mistake of glancing at our local paper today. A police officer spots a car off the side of the road and stops to investigate. Inside is a man asleep or unconscious. The cop suceeds in waking the man up, who, seeing a cop at his window, freaks out and starts his car, which promptly explodes. He had a meth lab in his vehicle. The police officer, taken by surprise, manages to call for help with his radio while the suspect flees across the fields. The suspect's picture was also in the paper. He looks like a real winner. I hope he was drunk when the picture was taken. The picture is that bad.

Then I saw that some rabid christians are leading a protest at a soldier's funeral. The poor guy bought it in Iraq and has been shipped home for burial. What are they protesting, I hear you ask. Surely they are protesting the war, or fighting in general. Nope. The soldier who gave his life for our country might have been gay. They are claiming that it is god's judgement against him. Next, they plan to march to West Virginia, where they will explain to those poor coal miners' families that god judged them too sinful to live and so caused the mining accident. Wow. Rabid and rampant stupidity. I hope their life insurance is paid up.

Friday, January 06, 2006

Annoying Things Part Two

Ahah . . . Adobe Reader was updating behind my back. No wonder I couldn't even type without a major delay. Thank goodness that's done. I wish it would ask first instead of just updating whenever you connect to the internet. I have dial up, man. No updates unless an explosion is immenent.

Getting back to my annoying list . . .

  • Bad drivers. Now, we have all had at least one 'whatever' day where we drive badly and don't care. But seriously, folks, this is one thing that annoys me more than anything. I live in deer central. They are everywhere, in herds of five or more. I have seen up to twenty cross the road at peak deer times. (For you city folk, peek times change according to the season, but are mostly at sunrise and sunset.) At peek deer times, I drive about 5 miles slower than usual, which puts me right at the speed limit. Now, if you are gaining rapidly on a slower moving vehicle and there is no one else on the road and no curves in sight do you A) slow down (yeah, right) B) pass or C) sit on their bumper for twenty minutes, then go roaring around faster than an ambulance going to the hospital? Sadly, many people seem to be choosing C these days.
  • The sound of something falling in the other room. What is going on now? Whew. False alaram. Cat climbing on kitty condo, then dropping toy from a height. I got them one for Christmas and they are still getting used to it.
  • Local yokels who can't get it together. Don't get me wrong; I was born around here but my many ancestors were not all born in this area and interbreeding for generations. You can always tell which people's families have lived here for centuries; they're the ones with the 'duh' look on their face and an irritatingly slow way of walking, talking, and (if they're smart (for them)) thinking. Beware the groups who run into each other in a local store. They will block the aisle for twenty minutes to an hour while their six kids (if they are young yokels) run screaming through the store. The old yokels take even longer, probably because they forget who they are talking to halfway through and have to start over.
  • People who say they are going to call you, then don't. What is the deal? Is it so hard to remember? (Yeah, yeah, I know. I shouldn't tweak about this. But dammit, I haven't heard from this person for a few months now. They call me out of the blue, get interrupted by their call waiting, then say they will call right back. I'll be damned if I'm calling them.)
  • The endless random nonsense that distracts me when I trying to do something. It's like a theme today - or a running gag. Why is it that the second I start typing or pick up my crochet things start happening? (Yeah, I crochet. I also cross stitch. What's it to ya?!)
  • Storms building. I can feel one coming. Probably why I'm so freakin' touchy about all of the above. I'm one of those sensitive to the weather people. If you are one, you know exactly what I'm talking about. If not, you'll never understand.
  • Going back on my healthy habits tomorrow. Well, that is to say, my semi- healthy habits. No more soda in the house; it sucks the vitamins out of your bones and provides empty calories. Juice instead or lemonade, etc. Finishing off the holiday desserts and not making more. Etc.

Well, that's all for today, folks. More rantin' and ravin' as time allows.

Thursday, January 05, 2006

Things That Are Annoying Me Today

Here they are, folks . . . in no particular order.

  • People that read the paper aloud to you. Please don't do that. If I want to read the paper, I am perfectly capable of doing so. Why I would want to know about the freaky stupid people who have a baby, then throw it in the garbage so their boyfriend won't know is beyond me. Or about the poor s.o.b.'s who died in a horrible mining accident. I feel sorry for them and their families, but I still don't want to know about it.
  • Constant reminders to 'turn the heat down when you go to bed'. I'm well into my twenties, I think I can remember that. Will the house explode if I forget?!?
  • Internet service that pretends to work until you are right in the middle of something, then freezes up for no particular reason. Like right now. Be right back.

After Holiday Letdown

Is it just me, or does January suck? You struggle through Thanksgiving and Christmas, frantically buying nonsense for people, trying desperately to have a good time, and then January rolls around. If you live someplace where it gets cold in the winter, you stare at grey sky and possibly snow and ice for two or three months. Everyone burbles on cheerfully about New Year's resolutions and Valentine's Day. I resolve to sleep through winter next year. For Valentine's Day, I will buy half price chocolates and resist my friends' attempts to drag me to some bar or other so I can get stared at by men my father's age. My friends think I should get out more. Why should that involve sitting in a room filled with smoke and an ear-splitting racket from whatever sound sytem and/or band is playing? That's just what I need to impress guys . . . red and bleary eyes from peering through the murk and a sore throat from shouting to be heard above the noise. Maybe spring will come early this year.

Wednesday, January 04, 2006

Intro to me

Hello everybody! I suppose I should explain my blog's name first. Yes, I am pagan. If you are christian (or whatever) and don't agree with me, save it for god. I don't care. Go read someone else's blog who agrees with you so you can dress just like them and follow each other around. Moving on . . . I consider myself a semi-adult because, although I am in my twenties, I still don't feel like an adult. I am single and have no children, unless you cout three spoiled cats, one of whom just leaped off my lap. She was offended by my typing. I see no reason to seek Mr. Right because, with my luck, he'll be a drunken idiot I wouldn't have with coupons. I am currently unemployed and having a hard time reconciling myself to going back to work. I hate work. Whay can't people just send me money? That's all for my intro. Expect more whining and bitter comments next time.