Waiting For Something To Happen
Interesting if you enjoy seeing someone’s brains splattered across the screen-not literally you sicko…Basically this bad-boy has become a source of cheap therapy.Archive for pot roast
I’m currently posting in underwear
So the dishes are done. Finally. I hadn’t been caught up in months – literally months, there was always a few that got lft behind to be washed in the next cycle (approx. 1 week). It took multiple attempts throughout the day, but they’re done. Yes. Go me.
As I was cleaning the countertops, the cat decided to jump up on them, so he got covered in cleaner – it’s the biodegradable stuff, but I figured OK – time for a bath you filthy animal.
That was fun. I’m currently posting in underwear, as the rest of the clothing was soaked by his attempts to run like hell. I discovered his weakness though, as long as he was under the flowing tap, he was fine…..too bad I didn’t discover that until too late.
I better go get the pjs before I get cold, and perhaps get a blanket and keep dumbass on my lap until he’s completely dry. I’ve been waiting for him to decide to drape himself on something electronic.
…I don’t suffer fools quite like I used to.
Another day, another ridiculously deep and nasty cat scratch. I blame him, he plays too rough, all claws and no brains.
I’d take a picture, but the camera on the cell phone sucks for anything requiring that kind of resolution.
Today was another one of those days I’d love to have told approximately 10 or so people at work to grow the hell up and act like adults.
The older I find myself, the less and less able I am to keep the diplomacy up. Some people just need a good yelling at. Too bad I can’t.
A better way to put it is that I don’t suffer fools quite like I used to.
OK, enough of this, I have little to say, and Hellraiser 4 – Bloodline is next in the queue.
EDIT* So I’m on to Hellraiser 5, and I was crusing the reality listings for Moncton, out of boredom (movies have been passable at best) and my likeness for multi-tasking, and I found this listing.
Quick insert, #5 has a pretty creepy phone call…got me interested again.
So, where was I? Yes, the listing. You see, when I first moved to Moncton, I lived close to this house. Now most of the homes around this joint were blah, so this one here grabbed your attention.
If I had an inkling to stay here, I’d get that house.
Maybe not.
It’s fun to pretend.
…I’m sure that my co-workers think I cut myself.
So here I am with another Simpsons band-aid on my finger. This cat needs his claws trimmed bad. I’m sure I did it not to long ago, as much as I’m sure that my co-workers think I cut myself.
Nothing new to report. No news on work, no news on getting a life haha. My current thing is to make it through the Hellraiser movie series. I watched the first last night, the second has just started. After this, only 6 more to go. I’m not big on horror movies, but I find these……creepier. Movies that make you jump because someone goes “BOO” loudly are a cop-out. Those just test your reflexes, they don’t scare you. These guys are just creepy. More like a mind-fuck then cheesy gimmicks.
Watching horror movies alone at night is fun. For some reason it doesn’t bother me, but after watching the first one last night, I had a weird dream where I was watching two individuals – apparently law enforcement of some kind – in a high speed pursuit…..which ended abruptly in an accident where one was ejected from the car and flew into a wooded area….and was smashed into pieces on trees.
I woke up after that. Yikes.
I really can’t explain…
So the oddest thing just happened. I picked up the bass and decided I was going to play along to something (not that odd in itself, but it has been a long time since I did even that) I settled for The Dears – Gang of Losers, which is still currently playing the last couple songs, to which I may be singing along with just a bit too loudly for 2 AM. Anyway I couldn’t see a pick close by, so I begin to finger pick instead, bonus anyway since I found that Mr. Pot Roast is attracted to the sound of the pick and attacks the strings…..but this time with the finger picking, he did the damnedest thing…..he sat on the floor and watched. Quietly.
That whole thing about music soothing a savage beast is true. In this case at least.
So it has been brought to my attention that perhaps I’m a little too open on this thing. Not so much for myself, but as far as including others. I can sincerely see the criticism, and I thought long and hard about it last night, but I have come to the conclusion that really, being this open here is just who I am. I’ve always said that I never discuss anything, but if anyone ever asked the right question they’d get the complete answer. As no one can ask first here, I just spill it. I think I do a pretty good job of maintaining anonymity here, but I’m sure some one could connect some dots, and if anyone was mentioned here – even without their name being specifically mentioned – I’m sure they’d recognize themselves.
I really can’t explain, even to myself, why someone so private such as myself has no issue mentioning damn near anything here.
I suspect though it has something to do with the certain journalistic aspect of this project. A journal most wouldn’t give a shit about I admit, but when it gets written for myself with just the theoretical readers out there in the ether, anything goes. I won’t censor anything. I’m sure that has exposed my flaws as well, I mean, I talk my way through some of them on here.
So if I expose myself (you wish I meant literally – you need to live in the building across from mine to see that), then fair is fair, and if you’re someone who has impacted my life by being a major part of it, or by just passing through and making an impact, you’ll wind up here.
In other news, I’m not sure why but I still continue to sleep on just one side of the bed, rather then in the middle. Maybe having the cat with me helps maintain “my side”, but yeah……still haven’t stopped.
That feels as if it should be some kind of sad commentary on my life right now, although I’m not quite sure what it means.
