A Ceramic Fish Joint

I met a guy today. A hot, intelligent and funny guy. We’re going out on Sunday and I can’t wait.

What the fuck is up with my site going down? I hate you, DreamHost. Bitches. I have a little kitten now, helping me type. She’s cute as hell.

I get to make a trip to Ikea this weekend. I’m more excited than I should be. Cheap Swedish products get my motor running, though.

So, from what I understand, my dad left my mom. And is staying in Tampa. With me, for the time being. My dad didn’t bother to actually say anything to my mom. He finally sent her an email today, but she is interslow so she can’t get it. And I can’t exactly be the messenger. So I get called and screamed at occasionally because he refuses to call her. And then she threatens to kill herself. And drama. And I’m stuck in the middle.

Other than that, I’m good. Love the new apartment. Still figuring out the location since I always lived in way north Tampa – now I’m way south Tampa. Cute little neighborhood I’m in, though. Work is boring as hell because we have nothing to do, really. I applied for another position that would put me in the New Tampa call center; haven’t heard back about it.

I’m stealing internets from some open network here, but it’s slow going. My friend Kimm gave me a tv, and I bought a dvd player today. I think I’m going to get basic cable hooked up when they come out on Thursday to do the internets. Like, change my order from internets to basic cable. I wonder if they’ll let me keep the same appointment if I do that. Hmmm.

I’ve lost my uh…trim trimmer. Dammit! I’m going to be pissed if I have to buy a new one. I want to do some grooming and totally can’t. Jeebus.

-Get a home. CHECK!
-Get a bed. CHECK!
-Get a couch. CHECK!
-Move crap. CHECK!

I has a home. I has a home. So excited, I has a home. It’s a cute little place, too. Complete with a fireplace in it and everything. And an open wifi network somewhere, so I am stealing the internets from a network called Superman. Thank you, Superman. I think I’ll be calling mine YoMamasOnCrackRock.

Hi. It’s me. I’m in Tampa now. At work, even. I don’t have a home yet, so I’m living in a crackhouse motel. It’s….amusing. Good to see everyone at work, though. Very good.

Tomorrow I’m checking out an apartment in Ybor. It’s small, but in a good location. There’s another condo for rent from a person that’s in a less great part of town, but the guy hasn’t called me back yet. So we’ll see.

Other than that, the death I had is almost gone. Yay. And work is boring. I need to bring knitting tomorrow. I am so cool cause I knit.

I will finally have sex again. Sweet science, it’s been a while. It’s like I’m a virgin all over again. Just thinking about all the sex I will theoretically have makes my naughty bits all tingly.

So, I’m moving back to Tampa this weekend. Work denied my leave and I either have to be back on Tuesday or resign. And, I’ll be damned if I’m resigning.

Of course, since I have to move this weekend, everything is going wrong. First, I have pretty much no money. Kind of hard to start your life on no dollars. I asked my grandma if she would co-sign a personal loan for me. We’re going to the bank tomorrow, but she pretty much balked at the amount I wanted – 5 grand. I figure since I have no money plus bad credit plus no furniture, etc I was going to need roughly that amount to get me up and running and keep me on my feet until I start getting paid. She offered to give me a CD that she had in my name for about a thousand dollars and will talk to a loan person with me about it. Hopefully she’ll co-sign for some amount that equals a few grand.

Other things going wrong include me getting sick. My throat hurts like a motherfucker and I am not happy about it. I’m guessing this is just stress causing it, I don’t know. Hopefully it clears up soon because I don’t want to be driving all weekend with a hurty throat.

Also going wrong – I lost two prescriptions. Important prescriptions that included refills on them. Prescriptions for crazy drugs. I need these prescriptions. In addition to this, I need my doctor to write a release for me to go back to work. I called about it today and didn’t get any response back regarding it. I think I’m going to go in tomorrow and see if I can be squeezed in for a few minutes so I can get the note and maybe the prescriptions again. I hope hope hope that it works out.

So, that’s what’s going on in my life right now. I have no place to live in Tampa. I have to be back at work in less than a week. I have no money. And I feel like I’m losing my mind. Hurray!

Oh, one funny aside. When the HR lady called to tell me that they were denying my leave and I had to go back to work next week or separate from the company, I really wanted to say, “You realize that the leave was requested because I’m depressed and suicidal, right? Boy won’t your face be red when I kill myself….at work.” Then giggle a bit. Heh! My dad was in the room with me, though, so I didn’t mention that. But it makes me giggle to myself.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck. Things are not good right now. Major not good. As in my life is changing drastically in the next couple of days and I don’t have the means or sanity to do it.

I thought working out would help clear my mind a bit and make me feel better. It did not. I’m going to try taking pills now.

Or, why I haven’t written in a week. Really, I look back and always like these posts. So, let’s see. It’s Tuesday morning. I woke up around 5am. Well, and a few times before that. But it is only because I super drugged myself to sleep at 10 last night. I wanted to go to a yoga class today at the YMCA but am starting to reconsider. I worked out for an hour yesterday, and walked a mile the day before and boy is my body hurty. I may just go over to walk on the treadmill again. I’m doing this thing wherein I’m trying to walk a mile a day. Go me! Seriously, though – I’m in worse shape since I came to WV and I’d like to reverse that. Gaining 20 pounds in 7 months because your family is crazy is all kinds of not cool. The good news is that I’m down 5 pounds as of this morning. Go me again!

I started playing poker with my dad, both online and at a bar. Monday nights there’s a $10 tournament at this redneck bar. Oh my, the fun we have. I would have NEVER imagined myself at a place like this. For one thing, drinks are cheap. A mixed drink is UNDER 2 bucks. Seriously, WTF. The other thing is the people. This is a very rednecky part of the world and that population is concentrated in a place like this. I imagine if you yelled “Get yer 3 in the air!” someone would retort, “Do it for Dale!” I have to take a moment and chuckle at this, remembering late night text messages and the pictures of my 3 in the air following.

But, the poker. It’s all good fun. And I’ve done well, though haven’t won yet. Both nights I played I got to the final table. The first night, I finished on the bubble (the place right after the final place that pays.) Also, both nights I finished after my dad, which is an ego boost too.

Hmm, what else. Oh, my ankle hurts like a motherfucker. I think it’s all this going to the gym business. Which is where my decision gets tricky. I enjoy the gym. Endorphins = good. However pain = not good. If I have surgery, I’m not going to be able to do the gym thing for a while, which will set back my progress. But I’m still young and would like to have a not hurty ankle for at least part of my life. And, given the way it looked on the MRI and xrays, I don’t think it’s going to get any less hurty on its own. To surgerize or not surgerize. Tough call, that one. I’ve got a few more weeks to decide, meanwhile I need to pick a morning and get bloodwork and an EKG done just in case I go with it.

Finally, I tried my hand at sewing. Or, rather, I figured out how to use my sewing machine with my grandma. Oh, the hours of my life I’ll never have back. At least I know how to do the bobbin thingy and the thread and make zigzags. Can’t be too hard, right? Cause I know bobbins and thread and zigzags – obviously that makes me a sewing expert.

In my free time I’ve been watching Lost constantly. I’m halfway through season 3 now. Heh, I say free time like I have a lot going on. Yeah, pretty much I watch Lost constantly. I can’t wait to get up to the most recent episode. I’ve even neglected my Netflix movies.

Okay, I’m off to shower and not do yoga. The walking, maybe. And I might take the beagle for a walk later. It’s supposed to get to 68 degrees here. In February! Can you believe it? There’s still snow on the ground by my car!

Oh, one more thing. I decided the other day (well, freaked out, really) that I was going to need a new laptop. Lola here has been having problems charging her battery and has been getting super hot. And not in the sexy iBook kind of way. In the “oh fuck it just shut down” kind of way. Also, battery life on her sucks ass. I’m lucky to get an hour now. So, somehow I’m going to have to come up with the money for a MacBook now. I’m sure I can string it out until spring or summer, but she definitely needs replaced. Fuck.