Sand

I've spent a lot of time complaining on this blog, and for that....sorry, y'all. I realize that, now and then, people get quite worried about me. Mostly because when things are going well, I don't write much.

So....

Jobs hunting sucks, but going fine. Interview tomorrow.

Seeing more of Pad. Playing it cool, but fuck it....I'm really excited and I'm hoping for the ultimate best best BEST my god he's so cute ever. I would happily keep sweet tea in my house for the rest of my years if it made him happier.

Puppy and kittzen are angels. Furry, heat-emitting angels. Turning up the AC on the way to bed doesn't quite safeguard against WARM FUZZY CREATURES who simply MUST sleep atop me.

my apartment is cleaner. It's a slow process if I actually keep it up every day...that is, don't dirty up one side of the apartment whilst cleaning the other side. My bedroom is clean. I refuse to let it fall into dis-clean-ness.


Stopped talking to Crowley (fake name...I'm reading Good Omens, ok? sue me) for a while. Turns out I can't handle it. For a number of reasons, but surprisingly...I'm really pissed. God DAMN how I wish I could have a baby right now. I wish a baby was even conceivable (ha) right now. Wish I had the job, relationship, and physical health to even have the option. So...yeah. Can't be supportive right now. Selfish, but true.