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.
So, I got irrationally angry at my father tonight. He called me on my lunch break, but the reason he called is because he thought I didn't work Sundays anymore. No, Dad... I don't work Friday/Saturday. He called to see how things were coming with the house buy. I only have a 45 minute lunch, Dad and I'm 10 minutes in already. The whole house thing is stressing me out. Every time I turn around they want something else, and I missed my lock in window for the 4.5% interest. I'm pissed and stressed and having PMS and he picked just the wrong buttons to push. I'm going to have to requalify for the loan, and it's not going to be as good this time since CHASE BANK decided that the credit card that had a zero balance for emergency needed to be closed and my card that had a $3500 credit line only needed a $1900 credit line. My credit score dropped 40 points. When I said this in a very aggravated manner, my father asked, "When did that happen?" Are you fucking kidding me? We talked about this months ago. At length. I hung up on him. There is probably no one in this world I love as dearly as my father. Perhaps that's why he can be such a frustration.
Other than that, I actually left my house and wasn't a hermit last night. It was good, but I always end up third wheelesque, even in a group of 12. I was rocking some awesome headgear though. Lacy brought me a headband with bats suspended above my head. I love it and wore it all night long.
I worked my entire shift today. Doesn't sound like much, but it's on hell of an accomplishment. I am back working with Christy, perhaps on of my favorite people ever, and seeing how miserable she is working there too, I kind of make it my own personal mission to cheer her up. I'm not a happy person, but it's important to me that people I care about aren't totally miserable.
I have a feeling that some of the people who are subbed to me haven't read THIS post by SunfallE. Read it. Embrace it.
I take full responsibility for all the clutter in my house, but the grime and filth I blame completely on my dogs. Even if I bathe them every week, they end up covered in dirt from the yard from the time they spend outside. Everything is covered in dog hair, even if I sweep, vacuum and mop everyday, everything stays dirty. It's so discouraging. Stupid dogs should clean after themselves. While they're at it, they should also get jobs.
I need to buy a new DVD shelf. I am out of room. Both on the regular movie shelf and on the anime shelf. It's not a terrible problem to have, I guess.
I was talking to my buddy tonight when I was watching TV at his house. A commercial for Hoarders came on. I NEVER WANT TO BECOME THAT. If I do, whack me.
Lucy is attention needy. It's kind of sweet. Silly puppy.
UPDATE: I got an email reply to one of the Found Dog internet ads I put up. The number to call has a Dallas area code. I'm pretty fond of the dog, but I have no right to keep her if she actually belongs to someone else. I would be devastated if someone kept Demian. I'm going to be very thorough with my questions before just handing her over though. I I've had her a week, and she was running around a week before I got her. I spend a couple of days pouring over lost dog ads and found none. So, depending on their description of her (her tail isn't bobbed as most boxers are) and their answer to when she went missing, perhaps Foreign Dog, Lucy, will not be with me all that much longer.
But I mean really.... No tags, no chip and no ads. How hard was she (the owner) looking? I'm bitter and I like my little girl.
UPDATE 2: I did the right thing and called, Lucy is not that lady's dog. Her missing dog is male. On a side note, as if as a sign, Lucy peed on the floor as I dialed the number. Right in front of me, after being outside for hours and hours this morning. Cheeky bitch. :P
I feel strange. I got a FB message today from Jordan asking about when I was going to Catholic Charities for counseling after Debbie and Wade moved. He asked if it was available to him. I told him it was like 4 years ago, but I gave him the number and told him to call anyway to update his contact info since he has moved.
I think that recently he has been having a hard time dealing with the adoption. It's weird to think that 5 years later he'd be having second thoughts about that, especially given the mess the two of us are in.
I've been flu-ish for the last few days. Now I'm just lazy.
Foreign Dog, also known as Lucy, seems to be fitting in okay. the only thing she has chewed up is one of the slippers that SG sent me for Christmas last year. She is super affectionate. She is messy when drinking from the water dish, and last night, I found her standing in it. I have a rubbermade shoe sized box as a water dish and there she was, two front feet in it drinking away. She also needs some work on her manners and her house training. >.<
Here's my new little girl though.
I was one of the winners of Chee's challenge.
