May 20, 2005

  • We do have cute genes, no?
    My other siblings both plan to reproduce...I'm hoping for some cute and obnoxiously active little boys.

    In car news...
    the bastard refused to start this morning in the work parking lot.
    I cranked and cranked. And then I gave it some gas and cranked again.
    Nothing.
    I counted to fifty. And cranked. And cranked.
    Then I tried with the gas again.
    For 10 minutes I tried before giving up, banging my head against the
    steering wheel and calling my mother before she left for work.
    She'll come to pick me up, she says.

    Halfway there, I called her back.
    It's been another 15 minutes of cranking and waiting and gasing and cranking and cursing. And now it starts.

    She goes to work and I take the car to my parent's house and pick up my
    truck. It might be a big POS with a giant deer print in the side,
    enough rust to be considered that color and better than 200, 000
    miles...but at least it runs. And keeps running.

    Hrmmmm...
    anything else of exciting import.
    My roommate has moved in and things appear to be going well. Neither of
    us has killed the other or indulged in mud-wrestling matches to settle
    who takes out the garbage (me) or who will vacuum (her).

    Our guest cat, Oscar, has finally almost adjusted...though he is due to
    leave today. He likes to watch my cats in the litterbox. He's kind of a
    freak like that

    In terms of boyfriend...
    well, I've given up on the stewing.
    Or perhaps it's given up on me. I can't really seem to summon anything
    to stew about - make of that what you will - but it makes for long
    nights at work as I no longer have anything to really think about
    unless I plan ahead except for sex. And that has other side effects.

    I think I've realized and accepted that I'm not even fighting
    rear-guard action anymore in terms of relationship...my army has
    entirely surrendered, lock, stock and barrel and is quite happily
    consorting with the enemy (I think they like the boozing). Not that I
    really object to it at all...I'm more bemused I think. I've reached a
    point where I've not ever been and I'm not entirely sure what is
    supposed to happen next. Need like a handbook or something...