- 5:56 p.m.
Yes. It’s Wednesday… which is THERAPY(ISH) DAY (okay, it’s only an hour, but it might as well be the WHOLE DAMN DAY) as it always THROWS ME for the whole day. Yikes. ((Oy. Oy to the 3rd power.)).
With all the CRAZY-CHOWDER that’s been FILLING OUR CUPS lately (with little sad-faced fish-shaped crackers floating at the top), I’ve been quite pre-occupied, but…. MUCH has started to STIR and OCCUR and TRANSPIRE up here in the hills… Sooooo.. I need to interrupt this otherwise INTROSPECTIVE TIME I’m spending with MY INNER CHILD on THERAPY DAY to give y’all some
MUCH OVERDUE….DAMN UPDATES:
First DAMN UPDATE:
“LUCKY” (previously of “LUCKY” and “THE HOMEWRECKER”)…
“ LUCKY” is now sorta-settled(ish) (although still putting together a few last pieces of SJKORK and FLAGGEN from IKEA…) and in her new place. Unpacked, and…kinda just sitting with the empty boxes and the empty heart. The other day she received an EMAIL from “THE HOMEWRECKER” with assorted “blah” and “blehck” tying up loose ends and ending with the question “CAN WE BE FRIENDS”?
My answer… when I heard this: NO! NO DAMN WAY!!!
“Friends” don’t treat each other the way THE HOMEWRECKER has treated LUCKY.
Enemies don’t even treat each other that way, for the love of chicken-parts.
In that same EMAIL, “THE HOMEWRECKER” informed “LUCKY” that she had Quit her job, and… “LUCKY” has quickly “done the math” and come to the conclusion that “THE HOMEWRECKER” has gone and found herself a SUGAR MAMA. That’s right… “THE HOMEWRECKER” left “LUCKY” for a LESBIAN SUGAR MAMA.
“LUCKY” is torturing herself, imagining all the things that the LESBIAN SUGAR MAMA is doing for/buying for/taking care of for “THE HOMEWRECKER” and feeling like a LOSER (wrong!) for not being able to do that for THE HOMEWRECKER when they were together… and you know what? Fuck that. Big time. “LUCKY” did SO MUCH for “THE HOMEWRECKER”…and it turns out that it just wasn’t ENOUGH. Obviously in addition to BUYING the food for her, THE HOMEWRECKER would like to have someone CHEW, SWALLOW and DIGEST IT for her. Good riddance. I wish she’d STOP EMAILING LUCKY.
In the meantime… LUCKY’s CAT (and 1/2 the set of her CAT & DOG combo) wandered away in the NEW NEIGHBORHOOD and hasn’t been seen in 2 weeks. SIGNS have been put up EVERYWHERE… but so far, NO LUCK for LUCKY. It’s not right, right?
To lose THE PERSON YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO SPEND YOUR LIFE WITH (but they changed their mind) and… AND… your CAT of 10 years… in the same brief period… well, damn…. That just ‘’AINT NO GOOD.
Keep your good thoughts coming for LUCKY.
Okay… suddenly…it’s getting LATE IN THE DAY… and TOO MANY THINGS interrupted THIS UPDATE… so I’ve gotta go….
I PROMISE… SWEAR…MAKE AN OATH… to give y’all THE BILL AND SUE UPDATE tomorrow. This is my VOW.
P.S. In case I haven’t mentioned it lately:
I have THE MOST AMAZING GIRLFRIEND /SAME-SEX PARTNER/LADY-LOVER/MEAL TICKET/HOW DOES SHE PUT UP WITH ME in the whole, wide, damn, crazy WORLD.