May 12, 2012 § 20 Comments
I woke up feeling watched. You know that super paranoid feeling you get. I woke with a start, Nelson staring at me from the foot of the bed. Usually he is not allowed in our room when we sleep, but occasionally he manages to sneak in. Not pointing any fingers here, or assigning blame, but for some reason when I drink C forgets to make sure he is out of the room. I would have ignored him, but the moment I rolled over he attacked my foot with claws and teeth. He is still very much a kitten with a few things. Though he no longer goes foolish with tinfoil balls (unless you put catnip in it), two things turn him into that kitten he was a year ago. 1. Laser pointer, better yet, two laser pointers. 2. any movement under a blanket or sheet.
“Get out, Nelson,” moving my foot away from him, which only caused another pounce. Now C is not a cat person. He is very much a dog person, and is used to dogs. In a very strong commanding voice he says : Nelson out. And of course the animal reacted like any cat in the world would. He gave me a look of “is he fucking kidding me”, and deliberately sprawled out on his back, stretching, taking up as much of the bed as he possibly could.
C complains the cat does not listen. Really?
March 8, 2012 § 27 Comments
Oh the humiliation.
Then yesterday….Oh, the shame. I went by my old work to pick up my T4 tax form. As I stand there I’m chatting to one of my old bosses a client walks in. Being in the familiar atmosphere of my old job I just click “ON” to work mode. “Hi, how are we doing today?” with a great big friendly ass smile on my face. Of course to this guy I was a total stranger, unconnected with the clinic. I turned around quickly. “Stop hitting on our clients,” my ex- boss says. “I can’t believe I did that,” face palm. I usually answer that straight guy bullshit “I’m okay with gay guys so long as they don’t hit on me” by saying “Why would we?” No doubt this guy thinks I was doing exactly that. No dude, I’m just a loser who forgot he doesn’t work here anymore.
Last, wow, yesterday was a harsh day,
My friend broke up with his boyfriend of about a month, then got mad a day later seeing him in “MY club”. How dare he? And with his new fuck buddy. *Sigh* It is hard to be supportive when your friend is being an idiot. You broke up, get over it. Gay bars are vile places for the newly broken heart. There is something about a room full of all your past mistakes that make you feel more lonely. Oh, wait…. is that guy new?
January 10, 2012 § 14 Comments
I got completely drunk. But it was more in an awesome drunk than apologize later drunk, or so I am told. Never made too big of an ass of myself. Of course this is by the judgement of a bunch of other drunks. Well and C. But C never really says anything about other’s drunken behavior. For some reason I was up at the crack of dawn the next day too. I did not have a real hangover, but then I think I may still have been slightly drunk. I certainly was not going to drive anywhere the next day. I dozed off and on all my actual birthday. Went to my Nonna’s for dinner. All in all a good start to 21:D