The kittens are amusing themselves by rolling a Chapstick back and forth in my bathtub. I think they like the noise. That's fine, so long as they stay the hell out of my art supplies.
I can't believe it's already fucking Thursday. :-(
Ooh, ooh, I have to copy my web page info to a zip disk so I can update my web page from school; they have Front Page. Kewl.
Upsetting news: a friend of mine had one of her dogs choke to death yesterday. Very sad, tragic.
Well, back to it.
7:33 PM
I thought I might go to the computer lab today but I don't think so after all. I have to be mindful of my gas, and I don't have a doll ready for auction yet tonight, so I'll go tomorrow.
I was thinking about my butt the other morning. I lay in bed with the kittens and my mind wanders to the oddest places. But in my teens and twenties I had a pronounced, round booty that men loved. It made me uncomfortable, actually, because it invited unwanted attention, particularly in the marines where no one has any social skills and all those young men were drenched in testosterone and frustrated because there weren't enough chicks. "Look at that sweet ass!" Or once I was walking away from my barracks and some dude called out from the third floor, "Hey, I like your ass!" "Then why don't you come down here and kiss it?" I retorted. For some women it's boobs that call attention, for me it was my ass.
Well, now that I'm older, my ass has flattened out. It could be just because of time or else a result of the insane working out I used to do, but now my butt, although nicely shaped according to Eduard, isn't extraordinarily prominent. Fine by me. A small part of me wants my jaunty butt back, but mostly I'm cool with it.
I don't have anything for the kittens to eat so I heated up my last can of jack mackerel with a packet of tuna, a couple of eggs and some pet vitamin powder, and gave that to them. They're eating it, thank goodness. If I have to, I'll ask my bro for some money but I really don't want to. Ugh. There's food for me but nothing else for the cats. Got nothing in the freezer thanks to the week without power.
Cheryl called earlier today and we had a little chat, just getting caught up. She goes, "How's Eduard?" and I was like, "I don't know!" I guess she figured it would be one of those on-again, off-again situations. No, thank god. She was saying her friend Jamie is always hooking up with losers. Cheryl told her, "You got yourself out of the last situation, and then you turn around and get yourself another crackhead nigga." Cheryl's smart, lots of good sense about people and life in general. She seems more even-tempered and content now, which makes me glad because she was an angry, adversarial teen. Her siblings aren't doing so well, but she turned out okay.
Peep's asleep on top of the monitor, where it's warm. She's so cute. Cheryl goes, "How long have you had those cats?" and I said, "six months." "Oh, they're yours." I guess she's right. It just doesn't fit in with my family, as we all sorta share custody of the dogs, who do not get along with cats. But maybe things will iron out, especially after I move. I mean, hell, I raised those cats from the time they were three weeks old. They're my children. Maybe I could give them up to someone I know would take top-notch care of them, but my adoption service operates out of a major pet store chain where any schmo can walk in. I've never been comfortable with that, but I signed up with them because I couldn't afford the vet care on my own.
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