Oh God, this is going to be totally random and I’m not going to apologize in advance (or in retrospect, either) for this crap. The only thing I can say is that I feel maybe, hopefully, oh help me sweet chocolate Baby Jesus I hope so! that the depression is lifting.
Either that, or I’m too far gone and I’ve really, totally lost it this time.
Doesn’t matter – today, I felt so happy. I also had this fucking HEADACHE FROM HELL, which sorta offset the happiness, but not so much that some Chardonnay cannot cure it. Clink!
The New Dog, who isn’t really so new anymore as I’ve had him living here with me since last fall, has become even stranger than I originally thought he was. Not only does he hump the dog blankets that I lay on the floor (he is neutered), but he also has taken to hiding beside the love seat. Not like he is afraid or intimidated or anything like that (although the non-BF says The New Dog does this because he hates me)…he just seems to like to hang out there by himself. My furbrats are so weird. I don’t think I’ve ever, ever had a normal one, not once in my life.
Tiger Balm. I love that shit! I rubbed some extra strength Tiger Balm that I bought in Asia on my temples and the headache went away. I hate pills (which is why I forget to take the Crazy Pills from time to time) but Tiger Balm? It has cured more than one ailment for me.
I quit smoking last December. It wasn’t that difficult this time (I think this time was the 7th time I tried? dunno). Since then, even though Wormy Kitty has stepped up the allergy factor exponentially, I can still smell scents better than before, naturally.
Bacon? The smell of it makes me want to puke. And for some unknown reason, I have been smelling the scent of cooking bacon everywhere I go for the past three weeks.
Prior to this, if I saw the word “bacon,” I’d be like, “sex!” because yeah, bacon IS sexy. Now I just want to vomit when I smell it.
Know what else I can’t stop smelling in the air while I walk about throughout my day? Gas.
No, not that kind, you childish git!
Either I have a major natural gas leak (good thing I gave up smoking, eh?), some really HUGE person farted, or one of my neighbors is trying to fuck with me using their gas grill to cook bacon at odd times during the day. And night. Not that it isn’t right and probably better to eat bacon at night, because doesn’t breakfast taste better at night sometimes? It’s just not a smell I would expect on a Tuesday evening in the fucking HOT Texas summer in my backyard.
If I were going to ever become an exotic dancer, I’d have my stage name be Chardonnay. I really think that opportunity has passed me by, but it’s good to keep in mind, just in case.