Broke sux. yes.

*sigh* alls I got to say is thank the goddess I get paid weekly instead of every other, and I worked a few more hours than usual last week. I haven't seen this broke in a few years, and I'm hating it with the passion of a thousand camels doing the hokey pokey. Made shopping this afternoon a mite frustrating, but in the end, almost everything that needed to be procured, was, and I still have a wee bit left over for teh havening and a couple of last little things. Stupid UMass class fucking the hole where my money used to be. Bash it good.

Which reminds me... *sigh* I have both homework and dishes to do tonight. Guess who's not sleeping? uhhuh.

*sigh*

Other than that, and a serious mood crash around 4 which I bounced back from, my day was good. despite teh broke, exploring the little stores in Amherst was fun. I think I prefer Northampton's Main Street, overall, but since I'd been meaning to wander around Amherst for a bit, I'm glad I got to go, especially as I managed to a) soak up some Newbury Comics atmosphere b) find belly dancing lessons in the area c) accidentally find the other hair salon I was considering a while back. Went to the mall afterward and kinda collapsed, as I hadn't eaten all day, but sundart ordered me to go eat something and gave me money to buy dinner. So I did and I felt better kthx. Spent some time hanging out with her after she got out of work, and we spent some quality time talking about/bitching about our current entanglements, and for shits and giggles wandered over to morlock's work from the mall so we could say hi when he got out. The three of us hung out for a bit which was quite nice, and then it was back to the mall to see Shaun of the Dead with sydneycat.

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In other news, we have one or more stealth poopers in the house. For the past three or so weeks we're occasionally finding cat poo where it shouldn't be, namely in really odd corners of the house. We found some artfully arranged outside of mine and sunny's bedroom door and the usual subject was asleep in the study. I don't think any of the cats are sick, but we have been running a little off schedule with the catboxes this might be the feline equivelent of "hey hey ho ho this dirty litter's got to go," or this could be the first declaration of the Fat's attempt to take over the world. Funny thing is we haven't been THAT off, and this has never happened before. Anyway, we'll be synched up with trash night again this week with the litter, so we'll see if keeping up with the litter helps.

*sigh* yet another reason to be pissed about the $$ sitch. These fuzzbutts need to go to the vet for their checkups/shots.

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I usually don't bother with these, but the picture is pretty. Even if I'm going to fall over and die from not-surprise at the result (thank you Iago.)

( I'm a Goddess of the night... )

Picking the scabs

*sigh* It's not good for me, either physically or emotionally. I know this. And yet last night I quite slowly and carefully ripped one from my elbow (blood everwhere... ok, not really, but a fuckload more than what should come out of a wound the size of a pinhead) and indulged in some masochistic picking at one from my soul.

I hate it when he does this. Weeks of nothing, then a grand total of six words that glitter like fools gold because oh hey, I heard from him! but he never says anything at all with what he does say, you know? (Pyrite, not gold.) it's kind of like the alleged negative calorie effect of celery. All that chewing for less than nothing. At least if you're going to drop me a grand total of one line, make it count, or at do something useful and answer a question I asked weeks ago.

Of course, as the lapses of time get fewer and farther between I can't help but think about one of the last things she-who-will-remain-delusional said to me a few months back about how he told her I'm basically his last resort, and that he only thinks about/talks to me after everyone else has been called, every other web site has been visited, all the porn available has been jacked off to, and all the games have been played through twice. I'd like to believe that wasn't/isn't true, I mean he is in the AF, and has been in The Desert since last month so I imagine he's got a little bit more to deal with than keeping up with me. But it just rings a little too true, makes just a little too much sense to shake.

And this the day after I got confirmation that things were, indeed, going supremely well with morlock and sundart and I are finally back on track. Of course.

This would be so much easier if I could just hate him and be done with it. But of course I don't. I don't know what I want from him really. Some sort of penance I think, preferably the kind I can personally carve out of his soul with a spork. Or maybe something more substantial than a three word sentence. But I've learned from experience that that's too much to ask.

I've got to go to work now.

but first...

*poke poke* hey, inle_rah...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!

As for the rest of y'all Valley paeons - you are coming out to Haven to worship us as the birthday goddesses we are, right right? *poke* you better. All of you. Yes, I do mean all of you. Come dance your cares away down at Gothic Rock. ;)

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What the tap-dancing fuck does "gang aft agley" mean, anyway?

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okay. Deep breath. Things are actually a bit less fucked up than I thought they were. Of course discovering that you aren't quite dead broke yet is always helpful. :D Sooooooo I've got a little bit of party money, whoo!

Sorry for the confusion - for those of you scratching your heads my actual honest to goodness birthday is Thursday, and if you wanna get really technical, I don't turn 26 until 7:01 PM. but Haven only happens on Tuesday... so we go tonight! (Puh-leeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeze don't let the music be completely craptastic.....)

Random note - how is it that puppies always smell really yummy? It's not like dog smell at all, it's like baby without the leakage at both ends. On the flip side, babies don't try to climb into your lap and lick your face. Really have to get Cisco to stop that, but she's just so goshdurned cute it's hard not to forgive her on the spot.

Anycrap I'm going to suck down some more crack cherry coke, and then I'm going to crash until people get here, and then onwards toward birthday madness and mayhem! Ressurect me when the pizza comes. :)