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I'm anxious to post today before it gets too late and I'm too tired to do so. I wanted to write last night, but could not keep my eyes open long enough. It was another late night at the office last night. And Bossman and I will be working again tonight. But I'm hoping that the month of August will bring good things. I'm ever the optimist. I've been having this distinct desire to get another kitten. I even dream about them. Something so small and feisty that his little tail can't curve and he hops rather than runs around the house, chasing string and mewing adorably. But I also fear that a second cat would cause the black goddess Isis to rebel and turn into a surly feline monster. She would again become the teenaged daughter cat I once had. And I don't know that I can go through that again. So for now, I browse pictures of kittens online and wander by the pet store in the mall "just looking."

Ugh, even now I'm too tired to type. So many thoughts running through my head and it's hard to organize any of them.

bought be a cd the other day in our shopping - the new Liz Phair cd (self titled). I'm really enjoying it so far. I can't stop listening to it and normally a cd will make me tired after a few dozen listens. But it's been the soundtrack in my head for a week now. I wonder how much of her music is autobiographical, because if so, man she's had a hard life. I thought the "even when I was 12" line from her first album was hard core, but the older she gets the more intense and crappy her life seems to be. Maybe it just means she sees a lot of things in other people and sings about them. One can hope she hasn't endured so much pain alone.

Overall I keep feeling the urge to post just because for myself I want to chronicle how I'm feeling these days. And it's pretty damn good. Despite anything that's crappy going on, I'm pretty jazzed about everything. A good piece of that has to do with the Puddin' and his fabulousness, but I also just think that I'm in a healthy stage of my life. Now if only I could get a tiny bit more sleep, I think things could be darned near perfect.

Don't Hate Me Because My Glasses are Beautiful

It's been a very long week. Long month in some ways, but in particular a long week. It ended on a good note, so I have to be pretty pleased about that. I even wore a frilly red dress on Friday to celebrate (accessorized with a ridiculous zip up hoodie to keep from freezing in the office, though). I'm officially buying the house I live in now. I'm supposed to close on August 15th. Now just to go through all my funds and make sure I can cover closing costs and still have some money to burn at the end of the month.

It's starting to sink in that Rich and I are going to Vegas. It's been a year and I miss it so. I want to hang my tits over a craps table, roll tens the hard way and have middle aged men high-five me. And all the better this time is that my puddin' will be high-fiving me after each successful roll. Yes, it will be a fine trip indeed. But until that weekend, I'm sorta just holding out. Work has been sucking up my life. We could have bombed countries off the globe and I would have never known. All I know is ISO protocols and the amps we have running to our new UPS in the server room and how to get partial payments to automatically show up in red on invoices. At least I enjoy that stuff.

I did take a little break today, though. I made all the client changes I needed to early this morning and then headed out to fill my prescriptions and get new glasses. I bought yet another new purse in the quest for "the One True Bag" that is kicky and fun but still holds my journal. I wandered through several Teen Slut Stores in the mall. And I bought Ashleigh Banfield glasses. Although mine are more rounded and multicolored and dare I say it more hipster and sexy.

As for my trashcan, I keep fixating on it. But as soon as I think that I have enough moxy to go retrieve it from his yard and wheel it down the street to my parents' other rental property, I start to feel very tired and not interested in risking a fist fight or chat with a cop at 1am on a "school night" and just go to bed. I think I'm going to make Rich go with me to give me courage and fend off FrankenNeighbor. I just don't trust myself to be calm talking to him about it. I know I would either be a blubbering ball of tears or a flurry of swinging fists and chin-kicking action should FrankenNeighbor question my reassessment of the proper home for said trashcan.

I'll get you, FrankenNeighbor.

It's me again, ranting about FrankenNeighbor. So I went over there tonight when I got home and looking in my trashcan that's on his curb. It's full of yard trash! Small limbs, twigs, leaves, dirt, you name it. He cuts up trees for a side business and I know he's just getting rid of all the waste that way so he doesn't have to bag it in clear bags for recycling. So not only is he a thief, but he's an asshole too. His other spare trashcan is also full of limbs and twigs. So he stole two trashcans and is now using them to put unacceptable trash in them. Bah.

I considered wheeling my trashcan away, but my luck, the city would refuse my trash because of its contents and I'd get a fine. And I'd be livid then. So I'm going to wait until after the trash comes in the morning and deal with it then. I didn't think 2:30am was a good time to be walking off with a heavy trashcan full of yard debris anyways.

Yes, I just got home from work at 2am. That's a whole other story. But we got the program to generate invoices. Now just to get it to print them in the morning.