Monday, May 2, 2016


Howdy, friends. 

I had a pretty good weekend. I rounded it off by taking a *sick* day today, and slept until 2.00 PM. 

Saturday, Lil Bro#1 and I went to visit the kittens. Their eyes are open and they're walking now--albeit a bit drunkely--and we managed to spend over two hours playing with them without realizing how much time had passed. 

Lord Byron is the biggest and most active:

To get an idea of their size, here's me with Nugget:

Nugget is super adorable, with big bug-eyes that make her look permanently surprised.

Niblets is almost identical to Nugget, except she doesn't have the bug-eyes:

Tyrese is the second largest and second most active:

Here's a cuter photo of him:

There is really nothing like a bunch of tiny kittens to make you feel better. 

Sunday, Stepmom and I went to visit the apartment again. 

She loved it. 

I'm just waiting for the landlord to send me the lease now. I'll probably move in around June 1st. Stepmom wants to paint and have the bedroom closet redesigned for maximum storage space. The landlord said to send him the receipts for any and all things we do as far as painting and redesigning the closet space, and he'll take it off the next month's rent. 

And in case you haven't met your quota for feeling adequately disturbed for the day, here's some music Lil Bro#2 sent me:

In his words, "It's good music if you want to blow your brains out but also still get work done."

Thursday, April 28, 2016

to everything there is a season

Y'all are amazing. Really truly. 

I'm not going to shoot myself, I promise. If I did, my mother would throw my cats into the first kill-shleter she could find, and I cannot live (or die) knowing that would happen to Harleyquinn and Poison Ivy. They're my babies and I live for them. 

Stepmom is coming with me on Sunday to check out the apartment again. She's one of the fussiest people I know when it comes to living spaces, so I figure I will get the most critical unbiased opinion from her. Despite many issues I have had with Stepmom in the past, she has been one of my biggest sources of support in recent months, so I trust her opinion. 

The commute time from this apartment to work does not bother me in the slightest. Driving is one of my favourite things ever. And I did the hour+ commute for a year when I lived in the last apartment. It never bothered me. On the contrary, I actually enjoyed the long drive. It's a scenic drive, and I get at least two hours a day to blast my music. 

I can keep up a search for a job nearer the apartment and if I find a good one, I'll take it. To be honest, I'd rather drive an hour+ both ways to my job than continue living in Bergen County. I'd rather live closer to my closest family and friends than live closer to my job. 

I just worry about making the wrong decision. My life has been one wrong decision after another. I don't want to add to the pile. 

So for now I'm just trying to breathe. To not sink into despair. 

To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under Heaven.