I just read my last post. It read like a 4th grade "What did I do on Summer Vacation" report.
Tonight I am drinking whiskey just filed my taxes. This combination makes me feel very grown up. On my last post talked about Penelope, though only briefly. I love that dog, and she was happily adopted. I am currently fostering 3 young dogs. Firstly is Tempest, she's a young pup and she has mange. I had her a week when I took in Hudson. He's also under a year old and has mange. I call them The Mange Babies. They've been here since the end of December. They have to be healthy before being adopted. A week ago Gracie came to stay as well. She's a young shepherd/lab mix. She's very pretty but has no manners. The three of them play and wrestle and fight any time they are not in their kennels. It grows tiresome very quickly.
I have thought several time in the last few weeks, "I should write about that," and never do. Here I sit, clickity clacking away on my keyboard and not sure what to write about. This is also quickly tiresome.
My freaking 12 year anniversary came and went and I missed it. Happy Otaku day to me!
My life has been a mess lately. My mom has been seriously ill. She gets to go home from the hospital tomorrow. That's the three week anniversary of her going into the hospital. I have many wide ranging feelings about this that I have almost written about many times. She's a mess but hopefully won't be long term.
I have a foster dog. Her name is Penelope. I like her alright. She beat up Demian. I don't appreciate that. They are getting along okay now, but I don't leave them in the same room if I leave the house for very long.
I don't write Fanfiction. I wrote this fanfiction a while ago (shit, 3 and a half years @_@) for something else. I'm moving it here. This is a DEAD SPACE fic that takes place prior to the game setting.
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Are you making bathtub gin?
I feel awful tonight. I have had a headache going on 4 days now and I have a terrible metallic taste in my mouth. I'm probably dying because I'm not dramatic enough.
It's been raining for two weeks and we're all floating away here on the Great Plains.
My roomie found a place of her own and now it is very quiet in my house. I haven't decided what to fill the empty room with. It might just sit empty for a while.
I miss this place. I come back often and look at things and hate Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr and any multitude of things for stealing myself and everyone away.
I still like my job for the most part. I have been there six months. When someone asked when I started, I answered, "November 11," in a very bad English accent without even thinking (hashtag Darker Than Black).
My dogs are good, I suppose. I have had puppy fever for a while now, but then I remember you have to teach them EVERYTHING and get over it. But..... PUPPIES!
Randomly thinking about Jordan a lot the last few months. Like it bothers me how much. How much I hate him and how much I don't. How broken I am and that's not even his fault lol. How stupidly happy he probably is with Miriam. How much I hate the name Miriam... A lot of thoughts, and dreams. He hasn't left me alone for a while when I sleep. It makes me wonder if bad things are happening to him as that usually happens when I dream about people.
I used to love this boy name Michael. Completely unrequited, but we were buddies. This man has literally walked away from things that should have killed him more often than a person can count on a clumsy shop teacher's hand. I always had a dream about him the night before. Even into adulthood when I hadn't seen him in over a decade. I dreamed about him but didn't call him. I heard later that he's had a work accident around that time that was rough but he's good as new.
My kid will be ten in July and I am almost bursting into tears for no reason writing that.
My life is a chess board and I'm the only one using the white squares. I'm missing everything.
I go full on sociopath and forget that other people have feeling and how they work. I guess today I not only walked all over several peoples' feelings, I jumped up and down on them. I can't tell if I'm actually sorry or I think I should be sorry or I'm just telling myself people expect me to say I'm sorry.
My dogs are snuggly and their feelings are easier. I'll stick with them.