Bound to Ramble

Ramble, ramble, ramble…’tis what I do well. One of the things I do well anyway. Wink, wink, nudge, nudge and all that crap.

So it looks like 5 is the magic number for now – 5 being the number of weeks said to be needed at this point. That’ll take us right into Christmas and the holidays. If that doesn’t make you appreciate the true meaning of the holidays, then nothing will.

A co-worker of ours lost her 5 year old child in a tragic accident on Friday. Can someone out there, anyone, tell me the logic behind these events? What kind of ‘god’ allows that to happen? Grant a child to parents only to snatch the child away 5 years later? The last few days have done nothing but solidify my disbelief in any sort of higher power.

I surprised myself though; I could have easily resorted back to my old ways in terms of dealing with shit, but I didn’t. Truth be told, I’m not sure why I didn’t, the means and opportunity were there. Maybe I’ll trip at some point down the road, but for now, I’m holding up.

Work sucked today; heffer was back after taking Friday off. Honestly, I just want her to fall asleep at her desk one day so that I can say I’ve been cow-tipping.

And yes, I’m an asshole; what of it???

Hung out w/Mel yesterday; that was fucking awesome. Funny thing happened while I was waiting for Mel at the subway station; chicky I was sort of seeing a few weeks back showed up. She was all like, “heyyyy, how are you ya?” I thought she was going to hug me, but she didn’t. She was on her way to getting her tattoo done, she was so nervous she could barely talk. Of course, I was all like, “well I don’t want to keep you, you best get going.” Haha That was a bit weird, but meh; I think she took the hint when I wouldn’t return any of the affection she was throwing my way.

2 minutes after chicky left; Mel emerged from the station. It was so weird to see her, I actually had butterflies. We hugged like crazy people and did the whole, “you look so good,” bit. We then ventured out and made our way to the (gay) village. She wanted to see if it was any different from when she’d left a year ago. I told her that nothing had changed; bars closed, new bars opened, the washrooms are still available for booty calls. We checked out a few shops and such; one of them being a novelty place. It had all of these t-shirts with funny sayings, the best ones were:

• Let go of my ears, I know exactly what I’m doing.
• I’m not a lesbian, that’s just a nasty rumour spread by all the girls I’ve slept with
• Mustache rides: 5 cents
• Recovering Catholic
• Does this dick in my mouth make me look gay?
• But strangers have the best candy
• It’s not pretty being easy

And my personal favourite:

• Dip me in honey and throw me to the lesbians!

We went to Mel’s old digs, and hung out there while we waited for one of her poof’s to show up for work. We had some coffee and just shot the shit. She brought me back some presents, one of which being a tee that says, “r u a bit frooty?” and a bead necklace with the wave symbol on it. (Perfect for an Aquarian, I’d say.) It was totally fucking awesome to hang out and talk and not worry about any ensuing drama. I don’t think people who aren’t in the environment understand what it’s like in terms of the drama. But yeah, to have a drama-free day with a fellow dyke was a fan-fuckin-tastic experience.

A while after the poof showed up, I parted ways and headed over to M’s place to see my little buddy. I called her to see how the parade was and she was not impressed. She was out there for the better part of 5 hours and the parade itself went by so fast. Even the little one asked, “that’s it?” haha

I got there and we talked, shot the shit. The little one woke up from her nap and we hung out. That kid is just too damn awesome. I made a comment about wanting her jacket and she put her hand out and said, “no yiz, it’s only for babies.” Ha! She told me. It scares me though, when I think about it because I see her innocence and I know how insane the world is. And it pains me to think that she’ll ever have to deal with how cruel life can be.

The day had been pretty good, but it got weird towards the end of it. I was talking to a friend online and she started going on about wanting to meet up with another bi-curious woman to pursue her fantasies. That just opened up a bunch of worms that I did not want to pursue. Honestly, who the fuck would willingly get into this lifestyle???

Anyway, Ju-Ju quote of the day:

“I’m so behind with things, I don’t even have an ipod!”

It took everything I had to restrain myself from going over to her and punching her in the face.

Anger management issues, possibly? Nah…that’s what the copious amounts of alcohol is for.