a Clockwork Rabbit

So, this week has been hell, it started out with the tenth aniversary of Kurt Cobain’s death, followed closely by the death threats of a close friend, THEN to top that off it would have to be the heart to heart with my mother. That was amusing, let me tell you.

I’ve gotten back in contact with a few of my friends who live further out, back in Houston. Been talking to my Josh almost everynight, I miss seeing him all over the place, I also miss fajita taco’s for breakfast, though I’m sure those who see me first thing inthe morning don’t miss it one little bit.

I’ve been waiting for payday to buy Laurell K. Hamiltons new book “Seduced by Moonlight”, She’s got to be by and large my most favored author. She’s got this almost INSANE power of literary seduction. I’m so much a carnal animal that I just fall into her books, hook line and sinker. She’s got this whole tangable world out there, and it’s impossible sometimes to make it NOT take over your everyday life, almost everyone who’d read a few of her novels have had the same reaction. You think and react like her characters.
Perhaps we’re just impressionable?

Today at work I was talking to a some guy one of my co-workers came in with, I noticed that the guy had the EXACT same tattoo on his inner wrist as my coworker, I was of course amazed and enthralled, I asked him about it and the answer was that the tattoos was a symbol of marriage.
It bothers me.
I don’t like the fact that our goverment will step in and say who can wed whom. or who…however it is gramatically. I think it’s wrong and crass and fucking down right rude. I will so vote this year, and not let this pass me by, I’ve learned already that the goverment can and will dick you around, so why did I let last year go? because of phrases like “popular vote” as if the mass public was just a litumus test of who could POSSIBLY win if we let them not as if our vote counted at all.
So
off of my soap box.
Like I can really talk right? LOL I’m not exactly the perfect example of proper democrat living. Although my roommate and I were sprawled across my bed laughing about the democratic lifestyle the other day, the phrases, “pothead” and “trailerpark” came into play…often.

I try to think of myself as others do and fail, miserably. My best friend Kritty basically called me a sad sack, that I was one of the happily unhappy…though that was my phrase and not hers. It struck me that you know what, i am the happily unhappy…to her.
I am everyone elses crying shoulder.
I don’t know how that happened I think that people just see me as someone whom they can talk to. They think I care, I don’t not fucking really, but you know, it’s hard to ram that down peoples throats sometimes.
My roommate said I was love able.
yeah like a mange ridden, diabetic kitten with bowel problems.
but I do seem to have a nice track record.
Ciao