Bah.

I just got burnt by a guy on the dating scene.

Tell me why I want to submit myself to this hellacious interview-like scene again. I'm not opposed to dating again but I'm not sure I'm gung-ho about it. Here I am, catless and feeling friendless in the apartment on a long holiday weekend. I know I have friends, but the people who invite me out are few and far between here in the desert. I've been trying to get ahold of some people to go out with so I'm not feeling that way. It's a bit hard when one person brings their fiance along and another objects to a group outing and another lives 50 miles away. Or everyone else is a guy I work with in some way; customer or co-worker. I do not want to hook-up. I do not want a boyfriend/husband. I just want to get the hell out of my apartment and do so in the company of others.

As much as I try to be anti-social, I'm really not. Even in high school and college, I've had a few close friends to turn to in good times, bad times and times that just are. Now that I'm fully arrived in grownuphood, it's a bit lonely here at Casa de Pooh.

I "talk" with people back home more than I do with people who exist here in the desert. Sometimes I'd love to take Wood's advice and Just Go. F it, just get my shite together and go. But with me, the devil's in the details. I'm too much my mothers daughter. And my fathers. Where would I work? Would it be a good job? Is the grass really greener, would I really be happier? You'll never know if you don't go. I've got another 10 months before this lease is up, we'll see as that time gets closer.

I think I'll suck it up and drop the $300 bucks to get a cat into the apartment.

Sweet, I have a mission for tomorrow.

Random associations

1. Concentration ::
ugh.

2. Relocated ::
tried it

3. Clot ::
blood

4. Joints ::
.....

5. Satellite ::
good song

6. Money back ::
yay

7. Kittens ::
soft

8. Shady ::
boys

9. Drain ::
ears

10. Stroke ::
sad

Hmm. I think I have some issues to deal with.

Monday.

"Find a new fish."

Be it a true statement or not, it was the best quote of the day.

....

Damn it.
Damn it.
Damn it.


That it is all.

I couldn't hang...

I succumbed. I bought a papasan chair at world market tonight. I couldn't handle sitting on the floor anymore. It's a papasan chair so it's not the most comfortable chair on the planet but it's a damn sight better than the floor. If my cousin and his roomie ever come through and donate any of their furniture to me, I think I can transfer the chair from the living room to my bedroom or find an outdoor cover and I'll have a place to soak up the way too hot desert sun on the porch. Whee!

Things that make me smile:

It's Saturday.

I'm listening to radioparadise.

I have a porch that gets direct sunlight.

When the wind blows through the trees near the apartment, it sounds like Prescott.

I went to ZooBrew last night and had a great time.

Good ole boys and girls make for fun drinking buddies.

My mommy loves me enough to make me a grocery list.

The table I put together is still together (I question my abilities and swedish furniture-in-a-box construction).

The stuff I hung on the walls has not yet succumbed to gravity, huzzah for push-pins.