Well, here I am. People who know me love me whether they like it or not. It's a burden since I dislike most people. You can find My actual Life HERE. I have many fandoms, and many likes but I have yet to find passion in a past time. You are welcome as long as you behave.
I figure as long as STAN can live here, I can too. Here's round two.
I woke up this morning with a headache like I haven't had in months, so I stayed home and medicated and slept it away. I'm feeling much better. I'm watching 500 Days of Summer. I love this movie.
"It could have been, in a world where good things happen to me."
"Yeah, well that's not really where we live, is it?"
Oh banter... and it has such an excellent soundtrack. Also, Joseph Gordon Levitt rocks a sweater vest and could totally hang out with me and it wouldn't hurt my feelings. His Physics degree from Columbia makes him no less attractive.
It's been raining for 4 days, almost nonstop. I love it except I worry my house will be floating away. My dirt road in the middle of the city needs grated terribly at this point.
I want a new tattoo, but my lack of money thwarts my desire.
The Aunt that I previously posted about has started Hospice services. It doesn't seem that she will be with us much longer. It's been a blessing that we were able to spend the time with her we've had since her transplant.
In other news, I was not stood up, but it seems my buddy who is visiting is having a hard time with his lady friend what with her having a meth problem that didn't come to light until they were already splitting a rent payment.
I just want to take a moment and thank whatever power that is in charge of the universe for giving me a reality check. I was being whiny and down, but my life isn't bad, just rough by my own hand. Keep my family in your thoughts and prayers, please.
Seven or Eight years ago my aunt had a double lung transplant. She was on the waiting list for a long time. In the last several months her body has gone into sudden remissive rejection. She's been taking treatments that suppress her immune system to try and make her body stop the rejection, but they are not going well. The last I heard with the lack of effect they are having she has been thinking for stopping them.
This particular aunt is both a hero and anti-hero to me. She's more assertive and straight forward than I am, and to this day she intimidates the hell out of me. I love her for it as so few people actually can do that to me.
Whatever she decides to do and whatever time she has left, be it weeks or months or just maybe years, I want them to be comfortable and happy for her. If you pray, I wouldn't mind you saying a couple for her.
I have a big goddamn mouth. At times it makes my life harder than it needs to be.
Moving on...
Danny is moving in Next saturday. I am now worried because Lucy lashed out violently at him. I'm just afraid if Lucy starts Demian will jump in and so forth.
Danny and I spent the evening painting the bedroom. It looks pretty nice. I got a headache though and was probably messed up on paint fumes. We had all the windows opens, but to no avail. Danny brought me moeny!
I had a very interesting conversation today and I swear, typos aside, nicknames are on their way.
