Merry fucking Christmas.
So much going on, these days.
I met a boy who I like a whole hell of a lot. I'm a little frustrated, because it's not moving as fast as I want it to. I don't know. I guess that's good, you know, for that whole healthy relationship thing. I'm just not generally the kind of person who holds back. If I'm not diving head-first into something, I don't know what I'm doing. Just not patient, I guess. I guess I haven't ever been. I just hate that whole insecurity thing. If the words haven't been spoken (And those words aren't what you think they are. I'm not crazy.), I have no idea where I stand. I mean, I do think he likes me. We have a good time when we do hang out together. He's just doing so much, and so am I, at least at work. Of course, what he does puts him smack in the middle of about twenty mostly hot gay men. I'm surrounded by angry church ladies who don't particularly seem to be following this whole concept of Christian good will. (Little jealous, but getting over it.) I don't know. I want to see him more than I do. I don't want to appear completely desperate, though, and I don't really want him to know how much I do like him. I'm not ready to let my guard down, yet. If this doesn't work out, though, I swear I'm just going to hole myself up with my cats. Which brings me to more good news.
Two nights ago (and, I might add, very little sleep ago..), I aqcuired two absolutely frikkin beautiful kittens. One boy, one girl. The boy is a complete spaz. The girl is really shy, but very sweet and gorgeous. I think he's a bit daft, but she's very smart. I'm beginning to think that's normal. They remind me a lot of Pickle and Darwin, actually, which were the cats me and Jonna had back in the day, when we not only spoke, but shared a house, too. My kitties are, respectively, Echo (girl) and Puck (boy). Echo, because she loves the sound of her own voice. I also tend to like the mythological side of that. A poor servant girl hiding in the brush, forever repeating everything Narcissus says, because she's in love with him. Puck, because he's totally a cat version of Puck from A Midsummer Night's Dream. Definitely a mischevious sprite.
Things are going like they always do at work. Hectic, crazy, and I'm completely unsure about my status there. I had some drinks with my coworkers the other night. That was kind of fun, and a little weird. Seeing your coworkers outside of work is kind of like watching a hampster mix an apple martini. Maybe I'm the only one who feels that way, I don't know. Oh, yeah, and I'm also going to put together a calendar at work of some of the people who have lived in The House of Many Pleasures or spent time here. Lewd pictures, of course, with awful, cheesy slogans. I have a pic of myself I'm using. I also have one of Beth, and one of Aurora. I need Vinka, Tisa, Owen, Jon, Dave, and a few other people. A total of 13 pictures are necessary. Maybe I'll make the cover picture of the house. I'm going to have to customize a cover, because I really don't want the standard one. It's very.. ah... Christmas. Maybe I'll just use some of the old Halloween stock. I don't know. I don't know if my boss will let me do that, but I'm going to try, dammit.
Finally, there's tonight. My speakers were stolen out of my car. Somone threw an 8-ball through my back passenger side window and ripped off my $200 box speakers. I have to get a new window for that side of the car, probably something I'll have to take car of on Monday. I'm going to ask dad to loan me some money so I can pay for it. I'm not happy at all. I had the cops at the house tonight, and they took the 8-ball as evidence, just in case. I got a lecture on how I should do a better job of keeping the serial numbers of expensive electronics I own. Some of my CDs were stolen, too. I have a piece of vinyl taped into the empty windshield. It's very cold, and hope whoever did it gets elephantitis starting with his balls. If it was a woman, I hope her breasts explode into a nasty spread of pitoriasis rosacia that never, ever goes away, and scab and scar.
And.. I suppose that's my life, up to date. I know, fascinating. Really. I'm going to check my Myspace and then go to bed. By the way, that's www.myspace.com/deskelf if any of you ever get curious. My LJ account is about to expire back to basic, so the layout may go back to something boring and simple. I'm not really worrying much about it, since I haven't been updating much anyway, but you know. I'll miss my 15 icons that I hardly ever use. But yeah. Time for bed.
I met a boy who I like a whole hell of a lot. I'm a little frustrated, because it's not moving as fast as I want it to. I don't know. I guess that's good, you know, for that whole healthy relationship thing. I'm just not generally the kind of person who holds back. If I'm not diving head-first into something, I don't know what I'm doing. Just not patient, I guess. I guess I haven't ever been. I just hate that whole insecurity thing. If the words haven't been spoken (And those words aren't what you think they are. I'm not crazy.), I have no idea where I stand. I mean, I do think he likes me. We have a good time when we do hang out together. He's just doing so much, and so am I, at least at work. Of course, what he does puts him smack in the middle of about twenty mostly hot gay men. I'm surrounded by angry church ladies who don't particularly seem to be following this whole concept of Christian good will. (Little jealous, but getting over it.) I don't know. I want to see him more than I do. I don't want to appear completely desperate, though, and I don't really want him to know how much I do like him. I'm not ready to let my guard down, yet. If this doesn't work out, though, I swear I'm just going to hole myself up with my cats. Which brings me to more good news.
Two nights ago (and, I might add, very little sleep ago..), I aqcuired two absolutely frikkin beautiful kittens. One boy, one girl. The boy is a complete spaz. The girl is really shy, but very sweet and gorgeous. I think he's a bit daft, but she's very smart. I'm beginning to think that's normal. They remind me a lot of Pickle and Darwin, actually, which were the cats me and Jonna had back in the day, when we not only spoke, but shared a house, too. My kitties are, respectively, Echo (girl) and Puck (boy). Echo, because she loves the sound of her own voice. I also tend to like the mythological side of that. A poor servant girl hiding in the brush, forever repeating everything Narcissus says, because she's in love with him. Puck, because he's totally a cat version of Puck from A Midsummer Night's Dream. Definitely a mischevious sprite.
Things are going like they always do at work. Hectic, crazy, and I'm completely unsure about my status there. I had some drinks with my coworkers the other night. That was kind of fun, and a little weird. Seeing your coworkers outside of work is kind of like watching a hampster mix an apple martini. Maybe I'm the only one who feels that way, I don't know. Oh, yeah, and I'm also going to put together a calendar at work of some of the people who have lived in The House of Many Pleasures or spent time here. Lewd pictures, of course, with awful, cheesy slogans. I have a pic of myself I'm using. I also have one of Beth, and one of Aurora. I need Vinka, Tisa, Owen, Jon, Dave, and a few other people. A total of 13 pictures are necessary. Maybe I'll make the cover picture of the house. I'm going to have to customize a cover, because I really don't want the standard one. It's very.. ah... Christmas. Maybe I'll just use some of the old Halloween stock. I don't know. I don't know if my boss will let me do that, but I'm going to try, dammit.
Finally, there's tonight. My speakers were stolen out of my car. Somone threw an 8-ball through my back passenger side window and ripped off my $200 box speakers. I have to get a new window for that side of the car, probably something I'll have to take car of on Monday. I'm going to ask dad to loan me some money so I can pay for it. I'm not happy at all. I had the cops at the house tonight, and they took the 8-ball as evidence, just in case. I got a lecture on how I should do a better job of keeping the serial numbers of expensive electronics I own. Some of my CDs were stolen, too. I have a piece of vinyl taped into the empty windshield. It's very cold, and hope whoever did it gets elephantitis starting with his balls. If it was a woman, I hope her breasts explode into a nasty spread of pitoriasis rosacia that never, ever goes away, and scab and scar.
And.. I suppose that's my life, up to date. I know, fascinating. Really. I'm going to check my Myspace and then go to bed. By the way, that's www.myspace.com/deskelf if any of you ever get curious. My LJ account is about to expire back to basic, so the layout may go back to something boring and simple. I'm not really worrying much about it, since I haven't been updating much anyway, but you know. I'll miss my 15 icons that I hardly ever use. But yeah. Time for bed.