Yesterday it was Savage Garden, today it's Beryl.  I'm manifesting Roger Reminders, aren't I?

Hahahahahaha. I'm listening to Howard Stern and Robin is reading the news. She just reported that Darren Hayes, one of the singers from that 90's band Savage Garden, married his boyfriend in London. Here's a news story about it.

When I heard this I instantly wanted to tell Roger that he was right.  His AOL screen names came to mind instantly.  His old address and number are still in my book.  Of course I haven't spoken to Roger in uhm... eight years?  More?  But he always used to say that Savage Garden was gay and their songs were about each other.  He used to say that about Duncan Sheik too but he has yet to be proven correct on that one so nyah.

Out of everyone I became real life friends with during my "AOL years" Roger is the one who slipped away and disappeared and I've regretted that ever since.

I feel like death. Well, I felt like death last night and this morning. I feel a bit better now. My entire fucking body was aching, especially my lower back. All my joints ache. I feel tight and uncomfortable all over, and I have a fever. I hate feeling like this. I finally slept for about an hour this morning on the floor on my side and didn't hurt. Since then I've felt a little better. I'm on the computer even, go me. Ugggggh. I thought I was better Sunday through Monday, until last night. Last night and this morning were bad.

Anywho, my first day at my new job yesterday went well I think. None of the women who work there seem too catty. Everyone is very helpful and everyone seemed to like me. I even walked in on a joke I wasn't supposed to hear. "Since we've got the new girl can't we get rid of Jen?" Jen is very much disliked by everyone. The entire aired changed when Jen showed up. Everyone told me not to listen to her. Apparently she makes a lot of mistakes. What amused me about her is that her name is Jennifer and she has the same attitude about her as Llama's niece Jennifer and the two even look very much alike. She was helpful towards me and was showing me things, but I gathered that she is constantly messing things up and won't take the blame for her mistakes. Everyone has their own password to log into the system and you're supposed to put your initials on just about everything you do, but this Jennifer girl doesn't do that so she can't be blamed for her screw ups.

Henry was given a clean bill of health. The doctor said his teeth are beautiful and perfect. She kept commenting about how nice his teeth looked. So we're still not sure why he's dribbling water out of his mouth, but she said to just live with it for now and see what course mother nature takes. Henry is completely fine and lively otherwise. The doctor cleaned his ears too and checked for mites, but no mites either, just wax. I guess the next step would be blood work since it's not his teeth and his heart and lungs sounded fine as well.

And YAY!!! Yet another new DMB song played live in concert.

Shotgun

So... I call the cell at home since the other one is with my mom and she's out of town.  I wanted to tell Seester hi, have fun, buhbye before her cruise-y thing tonight.  Crazy answers instead.  Fine.  He's stopped calling me on weekends (because, well, I stopped picking up) and it's been a bit since I've talked to him.  I actually have news I could share.  So we talk.  He tells me he's eating.  I say I just got home from eating and I mention that we grilled.  He asks what I grilled.  I said we found buffalo.  I've had a strange craving for a burger lately, but since I don't eat cow maybe once or twice a year I'll eat buffalo if I can find it.  Oh does that set him off.  Thus begins the looooooong drawn out tangent about how HE doesn't eat red meat, and oh when WAS the last time he ate red meat, why it must have been RYAN'S, and oh HE doesn't even eat CHICKEN, and did I tell you I listened to so and so woman's book on tape and how she said eating animals was bad and boy that just reaffirmed everything HE believes in........ ON AND ON AND ON.

Finally I say I know you don't eat meat anymore, you tell me that every time I mention that I eat meat, followed by a story about how so and so agrees with you, and this is why I don't tell you things.

Well that pisses him off.  So now it's this is why HE doesn't talk to me or Seester or mom anymore, and this is why HE should just keep his mouth shut, and HE is HAPPY until he talks to one of us and then HE is SAD.  So HE just wants to stay in his happy world and not talk to anyone else because his world is not my world and blah blah blah.  And well maaaaaaaaaaybe that's why *I* live on the <attack mode>EAST COAST</attack mode> and moved out so that *I* could eat what I want.

...yes Crazy.  I moved out because I wanted to eat buffalo every once in a while.  You figured me out.  I knew my complexity couldn't keep you confused more than *looks at watch* six years.

As if that weren't ridiculous enough, HE wasn't vegan when I still lived at home.  His new found vegan-y-ness is just that: NEW.  Maybe he's been vegan a year now?  Whatever, point is it hasn't been that long.  I've never been a red meat eater simply because I don't like the way it tastes, but when I lived at home I was still eating chicken and fish, which I still eat to this day.  However, since I've left home I've cut out probably 80% of milk products, which I've told him.  But what the fuck ever.  Point two is that he always claimed I could do whatever I wanted if I still lived at home, but I can't even live 3,000 miles away and not hear his crap so I know its ALLLL bullshit.

I still can't believe that he flat out admitted that he lives in a fantasy world where he is happy.  The man is a nutter.

Yay, I'm partially employed! After what? Two weeks? I'm finally starting work at my Veterinarian's office tomorrow. Only part time for now, but it's something. I went and bought a pair of scrubs yesterday. I had no idea there were so many different KINDS. Most of them are completely uncomfortable and scratchy. So first I found the softest most comfortable kind, then I found the softest most comfortable kind with PURPLE. The base color is like a navy blue, but there is a purple stripe down the sides and that filled my dorky heart with glee.

An hour after my shift ends tomorrow Henry is due back for an appointment to have his teeth looked at. My poor little white boi. I think he'll be fine. He seems fine. I just want to get his teeth fixed before they get any worse. Then there is the future issue of Miss Peach still bleeding occasionally. But she seems fine too, so Henry first... then the hurdle of Peach's spay.

And YAY, DMB played two new songs live in concert last week.

The Idea Of You

Kill The King

And I'm still in love and playing constantly this new song from Jurassic 5 featuring DMB.

Work It Out

I hope their new album comes out this year.  I'm so bummed that it looks like I won't be seeing them in concert this summer... maybe I'll be able to see them in the winter time instead for once.  A MSG concert would probably kick ass, but nothing will ever in a million years compare to Roseland Ballroom.

Had a "working interview" at my Veterinarian's office last Tuesday. I think it went well. I was there for three hours, but after twenty minutes at most they actually had me working. Answering the telephone, checking out clients, talking with the Doctors and so on. I think I caught on just fine. As usual, I found myself seeing so many things that could be improved upon. They must have between five-seven women working the front desk at all times in a very disorderly manner. I think three-four well trained people could do the job just as well, if not better. I've found that being the newbie on a job trying to make changes and improvements normally doesn't go over too well, so I kept my trap shut.

They said if I didn't get a call back by Friday to call and pester them because they're so busy. So I called yesterday. Twice. They told me they'd call me back last night or today. They didn't call though. Sigh.

If I got the job I'd get to wear scrubs. I hope I get to pick what color scrubs because you KNOW I'll be wearing the purplest of purple scrubs in existence. I just wore jeans and sneakers for my interview, and my kitty silhouette NYC t-shirt. I mean, if a kitty t-shirt doesn't get me the job I don't know what will...

I'll try and remember to call them back tomorrow, but I'm leaving town on "business" tomorrow. I'll be in Florida until Monday. This kind of business usually results in a five day hangover...

I'd really like to come home to a new job or three.

Aimeedactyl: ::fondles your crotch::
CtPtNSI: ::pops a maple::
Aimeedactyl: ::strooookes the pretty branch::
CtPtNSI: ::shakes the leaves::
Aimeedactyl: ::rakes up the mess::
Aimeedactyl: Well that went straight to goofy.
Aimeedactyl: Well done.
Aimeedactyl: ;P
CtPtNSI: lol
CtPtNSI: thanks

CtPtNSI = Changed to Protect the Not So Innocent

You can’t let one person run your life. Unless that one person is you. You are in charge of yourself. How one person’s influence can be so poisonous is beyond me. Beyond me, but it infuriates me, and reinforces so many decisions I’ve made. If I ever questioned those decisions, that one person’s negative influence over others makes me all the more certain in myself. I was being prevented and controlled from being in charge of me. I felt toxic, and trapped. You cage an animal eventually they are going to bite and run.

It’s abuse. It’s manipulation. I hate it. I hate him. And he’s doing it to her. And she’s too fucking stupid, too fucking loyal, too fucking something and won’t see it for what it is. His insanity will cloud her logical vision. She’ll doubt herself. She’ll start believing he’s right because who else is there to tell her otherwise? It’s fucking textbook abuse, control and manipulation. Textbook.

I was so happy. This was her second chance. I knew it would happen. I said it would happen. She doubted me and then it fucking happened! And now I know why I was a thousand times more excited about it than she was. And she was so disappointed! This is quite literally one of those dream come true moments… poisoned by a mad man. Held under water by the neck choking and drowning by a mad man.

Eventually I’m not going to take it anymore. I won’t take it from him now but eventually I won’t be there for her either. She has more than two very positive influences and she is not a stupid person. She is very smart. She could do this so easily. She was doing it, until just today. He got to her and she cracked.

I’M NOT TALKING TO YOU THIS WEEK EITHER YOU FUCKHEAD!