You know its laundry day when you find yourself wearing the pants that have sat, untouched in your closet for over a year. Fortunately for me, I have managed to keep off the little bit of weight I have lost and they don’t look half as bad as I remember. And they are soft and kind of feel like pajamas. These horrible pants are the best pants ever.
Ernge is (again) using the world as his litterbox (including various inhabitants of said world) and is starting to really piss me off (no pun intended). Why can he not pee where he is supposed to pee? Does he see ME peeing on anyone/anything? No. (Well, there was that one time…but we won’t talk about that.) The shit needs to stop. If it doesn’t, I will cut him. And he knows me well enough to know that I don’t fuck around. And if he needs to be acquainted with a toilet, it can be arranged. (On a side note though, Pookie has kids instead of cats, and she woke up the other day with one of THEM puking on her HEAD...and that still makes me giggle.)
I had to have an MRI on Monday. I had never had an MRI before. In fact, I’d never even had any sort of x-ray until about two years ago so it was pretty interesting. They have to ask you when you check in if you are claustrophobic. I can say one thing, I get kind of freaked out in elevators, when they are full. When there isn’t any room to move. I start to spaz. So, I kept thinking that I would totally freak out in this little tube and start thrashing around and seriously injure myself. But, I learned something about me on Monday, I just don’t fucking like people standing that damn close to me. You can put me in a tiny tube and keep me there all day, and as long as there is no old guy who smells like mothballs breathing on me, I am peachy.
Also, (and I guess I should mention this because everyone is asking me all the time) it seems I am going to be staying here in The Sunshine State. A lot has been going on. My mind has been all over the place and in weighing my options, it seems like the best place to be is home. There were many, many factors in my decision to stay and while, I don’t intend to stay here forever, I think that the circumstances in this situation are way too risky. For everyone involved. And THAT, my friends, makes me feel a little claustrophobic. So, there.
Ghost and I’m out. (I don’t know why I can’t stop saying that…)