Dear Readers, boy, do we have a lot to talk about.
First, I need to clear something up. That was totally the ambien talking in that
other post. Tom Cruise and I have not, in fact, reached a truce. Sleeping pills make me loopy. I have to remember not to blog after I've taken my Ambien.
Now, it seems that i no longer live in my house. The one that we sold recently. Some other person and his family live there now. I suppose that is fine. I live with my parents. Because it's the circle of life. Since Kevin and his boyfriend are driving all of our worldly possessions across the country, I am living here with Teeks.
Speaking of poor Tiki, man, does that cat like to explore. He just wants to walk around the house and check out the scene. Unfortunately, the dog cannot mentally handle that. It has been an ugly scene. My parents have a storm door that is entirely glass. Tiki is in heaven when he gazes outside of this world's largest window. He was only able to do that when Spike went to visit my grandparents. You see, this evening, there was an altercation. Teeth were exposed and used. Creepy Tiki Toes were activated. It was a bad scene. So the separation continues. Pity that Tiki learned how to climb the baby gate, because now the door has to be closed.
In other news, I'm probably going to die on Thursday. I'm being escorted by a redhead to Great Adventure (Six Flags, to the non locals). There is a roller coaster there that is going to cause my death. But I am going to ride it. If I survive, I figure it has to be better than the bar exam. If I die, I figure that is better than taking the bar exam. No matter what, everyone wins.
Let's see... being at home has numerous pros and cons.
Pros: I'm freaking spoiled rotten. I have a big tv in my room with cable. My mother and father cook regularly. There is leftover wedding cake. Tiki is forced to hang out with me and play. I am reading a book (Possible Side Effects by my dear sweet
Augusten). My mother bought me razor blades, which is nice because they are costly. I took a nap. An actual nap with ambien-free sleep. No, seriously.
Cons: this house has the worst water pressure that has ever existed. Worse water pressure would be called a drippy faucet. FREAKING DIAL UP INTERNET. You have no idea how this pains me. I am managing to check my email, but it takes 800 years to look at stuff on
Flickr. I have only bothered to check
the most important celebrity gossip site. I haven't even read my beloved
dear abby. It's just too exhausting. Dial up. I mean, seriously - who does that?
INSERT THE MOST ENRAGED VIOLENT CURSES YOU CAN THINK OF HERE. THAT ASSHOLE, DIAL UP, DISCONNECTED AND LOST ALL OF MY STUFF. FORTUNATELY, I COULD SEE THAT IT WAS UP TO ITS OLD TRICKS AND I SAVED IT IN WORD DOCUMENT. SCREW YOU, DIAL UP. I WIN.
Fortunately, tonight involved the Gilmore Girls without Kevin's constant commentary on his hatred for the show and SVU. I also watched a bit of America's Next Top Model during GG commercial breaks. The one lady, I think her name is Jada - Is she 40? Because that seems like model retirement age.