Sometimes It's a Bitch, Sometimes It's a Breeze.
So, Livejournal informs me that I last updated this thing precisely 8 weeks ago. That, for me, is a long time. I'm going to try and sit down and write an entry right now for the sake of figuring out how much interest I still have in this thing.
So how's life? Mine? Oh, it's alright. Moseying along, I suppose. Let's see.
My mother came up from that country they call Florida last month. She stayed at my place for a month and I have to say that I thoroughly enjoyed her company, even for 35 days straight. Given me and my mother's strange relationship, somewhere between mother-son/psychiatrist-patient/Thelma-Louise and our illustrious history of hating each other's guts after prolonged exposure, I have to admit that only once did the urge to wrap my hands around her throat and squeeze come over me. And to be honest, I would be surprised if she even noticed that I wanted to. Points for me.
We did lots of things, mostly mother-son things that mothers and sons do after not seeing each other for nearly three years, but we also did other things, as well, like go out to gay bars. That was a riot. I don't think I'll ever do it again, even though, all in all, we had fun. The karaoke crowd keeps asking about her. I have to find a way to erase her from peoples' memories.
One of the more important things we did was get me a doctor. Not insurance, but a doctor under a program with Family Doctors of East Providence wherein I pay $25 a month and a $5 co-pay per visit and I can see a doctor whenever I need to. While this falls disappointingly short of my dream of health insurance one day, it is a step in the right direction, and I suppose I should be thankful for small victories. As a result of this new doctorness, that weird skin condition I developed a month or so back has cleared up. What a relief. That sucked.
I got a raise at work, and I don't remember if I ever informed the world. If not, consider the world informed. I now make more money than I ever have in my life. I'd still forfeit a raise for two years for health benefits, but I pick my battles and suggesting the idea of health coverage to my boss will probably result in me standing in the unemployment line. Again, I'll be thankful for small victories.
I missed the Legendary Pink Dots show due to a combination of forgetfulness, lack of appropriate motivation to make last-minute arrangements, and a growing disenchantment for live shows in general. Though admittedly, I should probably go see one soon. My disenchantment likely as to do with the fact that I haven't seen one in forever and a day. I hear their new album is pretty kick-ass, though I haven't heard it because my speakers on my computer shit the bed (soon to be followed by the rest of the damned thing.)
I went on a date the other day with a boy named Louis. It was fun, but unfortunately, it probably won't amount to anything more than that. He was nice, but I didn't get much of a vibe between us. In fact, it always seemed like I had to force myself to be interested in everything he said. Never a good sign. I make no early judgments, but I probably won't be calling him back anytime soon.
I've decided that I want to learn French. I will be embarking on an exploratory campaign to see the feasibility of this shortly. My ultimate goal of knowing five languages by the time I'm 30 falls under this category. Or is it the other way around?
Barack Obama was elected. I have to sort my thoughts out on this one.
Viva La Billy Joel.
So how's life? Mine? Oh, it's alright. Moseying along, I suppose. Let's see.
My mother came up from that country they call Florida last month. She stayed at my place for a month and I have to say that I thoroughly enjoyed her company, even for 35 days straight. Given me and my mother's strange relationship, somewhere between mother-son/psychiatrist-patient/Thelma-Louise and our illustrious history of hating each other's guts after prolonged exposure, I have to admit that only once did the urge to wrap my hands around her throat and squeeze come over me. And to be honest, I would be surprised if she even noticed that I wanted to. Points for me.
We did lots of things, mostly mother-son things that mothers and sons do after not seeing each other for nearly three years, but we also did other things, as well, like go out to gay bars. That was a riot. I don't think I'll ever do it again, even though, all in all, we had fun. The karaoke crowd keeps asking about her. I have to find a way to erase her from peoples' memories.
One of the more important things we did was get me a doctor. Not insurance, but a doctor under a program with Family Doctors of East Providence wherein I pay $25 a month and a $5 co-pay per visit and I can see a doctor whenever I need to. While this falls disappointingly short of my dream of health insurance one day, it is a step in the right direction, and I suppose I should be thankful for small victories. As a result of this new doctorness, that weird skin condition I developed a month or so back has cleared up. What a relief. That sucked.
I got a raise at work, and I don't remember if I ever informed the world. If not, consider the world informed. I now make more money than I ever have in my life. I'd still forfeit a raise for two years for health benefits, but I pick my battles and suggesting the idea of health coverage to my boss will probably result in me standing in the unemployment line. Again, I'll be thankful for small victories.
I missed the Legendary Pink Dots show due to a combination of forgetfulness, lack of appropriate motivation to make last-minute arrangements, and a growing disenchantment for live shows in general. Though admittedly, I should probably go see one soon. My disenchantment likely as to do with the fact that I haven't seen one in forever and a day. I hear their new album is pretty kick-ass, though I haven't heard it because my speakers on my computer shit the bed (soon to be followed by the rest of the damned thing.)
I went on a date the other day with a boy named Louis. It was fun, but unfortunately, it probably won't amount to anything more than that. He was nice, but I didn't get much of a vibe between us. In fact, it always seemed like I had to force myself to be interested in everything he said. Never a good sign. I make no early judgments, but I probably won't be calling him back anytime soon.
I've decided that I want to learn French. I will be embarking on an exploratory campaign to see the feasibility of this shortly. My ultimate goal of knowing five languages by the time I'm 30 falls under this category. Or is it the other way around?
Barack Obama was elected. I have to sort my thoughts out on this one.
Viva La Billy Joel.