Or not.
I'm not particularly enjoying my life right now.
On the way to work this morning, I passed a child's teddy bear facedown in the road, and I nearly burst into tears. The poor teddy bear! The poor child! How did it end up in the road? Was it accidentally flung out of a car? Did some mean older brother fling it deliberately?
Maybe I need to start taking St. John's Wort or something. So, why am I blue? Well, let's see...
I did not get cast in a play I auditioned for, a part I really, really wanted. Gah.
I decided not to audition for another play coming up in two weeks, as I discovered that the character actually does have to be fairly thin. Which I am not. Bah.
There are no other appropriate auditions coming up for at least a couple of months. Gah and bah.
My cat Rover is not doing so well, heartwormily speaking. We went back to the vet this week. Sadly, we're already doing all that can be done, so...cross the fingers and take one day at a time. Wah.
Pudge has had some diarrhea again, which resulted in him waking me up for a potty break at 4:00 a.m. for four days in a row. Argh.
Monday was the one-year anniversary of the day I met New Guy...and the three-month anniversary of the last time I saw him. And no...he is not currently returning my calls. Gah, bah, wah.
There are no particularly interesting prospects in the dating mix at this moment. I have had a somewhat lame email exchange with a guy whose sallies seem to be limited to "How's your day going?" Fine. Fine again. Oh, and he did start out once with "Hey, Sexy." WTF? I haven't ruled him out completely, though...because he's quite attractive. Shallow, party of one.
I was hoping that Ordinary Guy would take the hint and not call me again, but sadly...he did not, and he did. I haven't returned the call. I'm trying very hard to convince myself to take the high road, call him and tell him "I'm sorry, there's just no chemistry," but you know what? I'm tired of being nice. I'm nice all the time, and where does it get me? Seriously...I knock myself out feeding and taking care of stray cats, and in exchange, the universe gives MY cat heartworms. Go fuck yourself, "Nice."
Things are annoying me. Things that would ordinarily roll off my back. I'm "in a mood," I suppose.
I dreamed last night that I attempted to hang something up on a wall with a push pin...and the entire wall began to crumble, and I started to freak out that my landlord was going to blame/evict me. Anyone care to interpret that?
On the plus side, I'm going to meet a friend for Indian food tomorrow night, I only have to work a half-day on Friday, and then it's a 3.5 day weekend. There are SOME slightly bright spots, after all.
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Ugh. Sorry things are so gloomy lately.
New guy not returning your calls? What the heck? Even if you guys aren't exactly an item right now, you were together 3/4 of a year and parted on good terms...Common courtesy to a friend? Hello?
Sorry to hear your cat isn't doing well. :(
Ugh. You ARE in a funk. I hate that.
I know what you mean about the high road. I've been in the dating scene long enough to know that this is just how it goes sometimes, that lots of us are OK with the plan of just falling off the radar and taking the hint (at least up to only a date or three; beyond that I do think some formal explanation is required). But then I'll just leave things hanging with some guy and he'll come back and be all DECENT about it, saying, "Since I haven't heard from you, I'll assume you're not interested... blah, blah." Then I feel like the creep for just going along with what seem to be well established social norms.
I am rambling and that may not have even made any sense. In any case, I understand what you're going through (aside fromt the cat diarrhea, of course; I'm happy to say I have little to no experience with that). Hang in there, my friend.
I find being nice IS highly overrated and have moved on to being a total bitch. For some reason, this behavior makes me feel better about life.
Whether you feel like being nice or not, you are nice. I can tell because you felt bad for a teddy bear. So you can do no other than be what you are and not leave Mr. Ordinary dangling. Also, he doesn't seem like the type who's going to go away otherwise, and in the long run it will be easier on you not to have to duck him until he gets a clue.
And I'm sorry to hear about Rover and Pudge. I hope they'll both be okay.
I'm sorry to read all this, not an easy time period in Lizland. Hope the criters feel better soon, enjoy your Indian food and fuck the rest!
Take care of yourself, my friend.
I'm sorry Liz. I don't even know what else to say that others haven't said already. I'm just sorry you're in a funk.
And flurrious is right - you can't help being nice because that's just who you are.
Hugs.
But you have this friend who took one of your strays..monster dog :)
renamed Spock, is doing great and is vaguely happy all the time.. Like he is stoned
-Julie
If it's any consolation, I have on good authority that your BFF is currently experiencing the fairly low end of bi-polar hurricane Gustav(e?). Like, not good low. Low, low. Like, should have figured out this would happen low. Nothing like going on MyFace and finding out old friends are all having the lives they wanted. Makes you feel just dandy. Just daintily thrusts that knife a little deeper. My sources on this subject are excellent.
So, see--your life may be shit, but I, I mean my FRIEND, is shit. Currently. And, it is, after all, about my FRIEND.
Seriously, I hope things get better soon for you. And Pudge. And esp. Roe V. Wade. And maybe someone went back and got their teddy bear. My FRIEND listened to Sarah MacLachlan's "When She Loved Me" and DID burst into tears. So you're ahead in the not bursting into tears department.
Are you sure you don't want to move to Tennessee so your BFF will have at least one person in his support system who lives in this town?
Because my FRIEND is moving toward the Pee Stick, if you recall that wonderful moment.
Enough about my friend. I'm sure your fellow bloggers would agree that this isn't the right forum for my friend's whining.
Love to you, Rover, Pudge and all the others trapped on that desert isle.
The dream? Sounds like you need a break from something.
I hope your 3½ day weekend was good and that things are looking brighter. :)
I can dig it. Can you? No idea what the hell that means, but I'm determined to head to the heat-filled area of OK/KS soon. Deathbringing heat is what I thrive on. But I get to share the bed with you, or at least scoop a cat or two off me. I mean, after all, you have Pudge.
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