o.k. ... i'll reply to comments before i update next time. i swear. really. uhg.
had a great time in tahoe. dropped off my pictures today so i should be able to post 'em before the week's out. i'll include with the pictures crazy stories & anecdotes about my california culture shock, getting mauled by every lesbian in the state of nevada, walking up mountains drunk at 4 a.m., having to drive unfamiliar automobiles on trecherous mountain roads in the middle of snowstorms, getting thrown out of no less than 3 casinos for my foul mouth, naked hot tub fun, and more.
in the meantime, here's me and JasonDemon as tag team "Legion of Squee"... he made it. and i laughed at it for twenty minutes straight.
um... other news. just found out a friend i've been trying to divorce myself from has wound up in the mental hospital again. he's been trying to call me but i've been ducking his calls or letting Rhys answer the phone and say that i'm not there/asleep/dead/moving to cuba and leaving no forwarding address. so i don't quite no how to handle it. the reason i've been ducking his calls is because he's kind of the needy/soul-sucking/always something wrong type. and i decided a long time ago i need way less of that in my life. i still love him, he's still my boy, but damn... i can't deal with all the drama. and being as i've gone through similar things, what with the bi-polar/manic-depressive shit, he kind of latches onto me as his compatriot in misery. i don't think he has a lot of other friends. i found out about this while i was away, and haven't called him yet, but feel like i should. stupid guilt. i know i don't owe him anything and shouldn't feel obligated to continue the relationship when it's affecting me negatively, but still. you don't bail on your friends. you just. don't. so. whatever. i don't know what i'm going to do.
and more bad news. my mom had a biopsy yesterday. no further news on that. hopefully it will be alright. but i am scared. and really don't want to go into details or think too much about it until i know for sure.
i'm supposed to start job hunting this week. need to take care of a lot of shit in that respect, make a lot of calls, appointments, etc. which i am so not good at. the proffesional thing. hell, i can't work no straight job. i don't know what i was thinking. ah well. so it goes, eh?
other than that, just trying to make my throat not hurt. i blame the high elevation as opposed to the tons of cigarettes i smoke. because i honestly didn't smoke that many more than usual while i was gone, and my throat is killing me. erg.
o.k. i am going to make some coffee and perhaps go to the salvation army.
cheers, and love to you all. i swear i'll come and visit all journals soon. i just don't have the wherewithall (sp?) to do it now.
-Hyena.
update: my computer = fucked up. (special thanks to: Norton Internet Security. my pc was running just fine until i downloaded this crap.) if you need to reach me, either email or call. i can get online every once and a while on Rhys' computer, but mine is... temporarily out of action. sorry.
had a great time in tahoe. dropped off my pictures today so i should be able to post 'em before the week's out. i'll include with the pictures crazy stories & anecdotes about my california culture shock, getting mauled by every lesbian in the state of nevada, walking up mountains drunk at 4 a.m., having to drive unfamiliar automobiles on trecherous mountain roads in the middle of snowstorms, getting thrown out of no less than 3 casinos for my foul mouth, naked hot tub fun, and more.
in the meantime, here's me and JasonDemon as tag team "Legion of Squee"... he made it. and i laughed at it for twenty minutes straight.
um... other news. just found out a friend i've been trying to divorce myself from has wound up in the mental hospital again. he's been trying to call me but i've been ducking his calls or letting Rhys answer the phone and say that i'm not there/asleep/dead/moving to cuba and leaving no forwarding address. so i don't quite no how to handle it. the reason i've been ducking his calls is because he's kind of the needy/soul-sucking/always something wrong type. and i decided a long time ago i need way less of that in my life. i still love him, he's still my boy, but damn... i can't deal with all the drama. and being as i've gone through similar things, what with the bi-polar/manic-depressive shit, he kind of latches onto me as his compatriot in misery. i don't think he has a lot of other friends. i found out about this while i was away, and haven't called him yet, but feel like i should. stupid guilt. i know i don't owe him anything and shouldn't feel obligated to continue the relationship when it's affecting me negatively, but still. you don't bail on your friends. you just. don't. so. whatever. i don't know what i'm going to do.
and more bad news. my mom had a biopsy yesterday. no further news on that. hopefully it will be alright. but i am scared. and really don't want to go into details or think too much about it until i know for sure.
i'm supposed to start job hunting this week. need to take care of a lot of shit in that respect, make a lot of calls, appointments, etc. which i am so not good at. the proffesional thing. hell, i can't work no straight job. i don't know what i was thinking. ah well. so it goes, eh?
other than that, just trying to make my throat not hurt. i blame the high elevation as opposed to the tons of cigarettes i smoke. because i honestly didn't smoke that many more than usual while i was gone, and my throat is killing me. erg.
o.k. i am going to make some coffee and perhaps go to the salvation army.
cheers, and love to you all. i swear i'll come and visit all journals soon. i just don't have the wherewithall (sp?) to do it now.
-Hyena.
update: my computer = fucked up. (special thanks to: Norton Internet Security. my pc was running just fine until i downloaded this crap.) if you need to reach me, either email or call. i can get online every once and a while on Rhys' computer, but mine is... temporarily out of action. sorry.
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And indeed, it is tasty. Chocolate/hazelnut rice pudding with a chilled espresso topping, for example.
As much TV as I watch, you'd think I'd have Tivo, but then again, I feel compelled to at least show a wee tiny bit of restraint when it comes to my cable bill.
And as long as my wife remains in the boy-fucking and letting me spank her camp of feminism, I'm quite content with whatever adjectives she decides to place in front of it.