tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40933562011-12-22T08:53:48.023-06:00The cure for boredom is curiosity. There is no cure for curiosity.Miss Squitohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03538902267129656838noreply@blogger.comBlogger7711100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4093356.post-18813625605055503382011-11-01T01:27:00.001-05:002011-11-01T15:06:07.358-05:00

It's been one year today since I lost Lucy. And holy shit, what a year it's been. The hurt hasn't lessened, it's just become more bearable as I've gotten used to it. I have two dogs currently. A heeler, who's almost ten months old & a pit bull, whose age is approximately two. I wasn't really looking to increase canine capacity around here. But these things have a way of just happening. In other

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Oh, hey... did I tell you that Du III has bees? I tried to get an up-close shot without getting stung, but I got skeered. The landlord casually mentioned it. I asked if I should be worried, and he was all ”nah, they've been there for almost three years.” O.o Um, what? A hive of bees has been living here for three years and it didn't merit a pre-move in mention? He says it's nothing to sweat,

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It comes to this: we may be through with the past, but the past ain't through with us. I love you. That will never change. But I have to let you go. You don't love me back. You never did. I have given you body, mind & soul. You've given me nothing but heartache. Where I come from, love is patient and kind. Where you are concerned, I have only suffering. I wish it were different. I wish it were

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So much heavy lifting! 94% moved. All big items, all clothes, pretty much everything but a couple things under the sink. I'm pooped. Only one friend actually showed up to help. That's okay. It's over now. Now comes the great reorganization & thinning of the herd. I have already thrown away a lot of things, despite the fact that the Du III is bigger. I need to fix the closet up, decide what to do

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I'm wide awake, watching A&M football. Who am I? I'm alone (last Saturday in the Du II), so it's not like someone asked me to just turn it to ESPN for a sec. I turned off a movie channel to turn it to this. I guess the rescue pit is mine now. She was left behind & we've really bonded. She's bigtime into cuddling. Sweetest girl ever. I guess next time I post, it'll be from new digs. Guess I ought

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Dear Cousin Seth: I think of you every day. Today would've been your 41st birthday. You only got 40 years on this planet. It doesn't seem like nearly enough. I think about the jokes we'd share. I think about the fights we had. I think about how we were the two odd men, out in family ”discussions”. I think about the vacation I took to NorCal when you & Bamboo graduated from Guide Dogs For The

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”I need a favor” I get that a lot. Trouble is, I've said yes so often, that it's come to be expected that I'll just do whatever. I'm trying to think of the last favor that you did for me. I do an awful lot; I get pleasure from helping my loved ones. But what am I getting in return? What's the last thing you did for me? Were you there for me when my cousin died? Are you ever available when I have

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Sorry I haven't been Posty Posterson. I haven't felt like writing since the whole ugly hooha in August, where I completely lost my temper and thereby lost my shit. I also am sans laptop at the mo'. The power supply on mine died, and with Apple products, it's usually cheaper to replace the whole kit-n-caboodle. I can afford neither kit nor caboodle right meow, so I'm internetting from the phone. #

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I got into a vicious argument with a friend. It was ugly, and I said things which I deeply regret. I could justify it and say that I was merely trying to hurt him as much as possible (true) and I was pushed (literally and figuratively) and it triggered my fight or flight response (which seems to always land on "fight!") or any number of excuses. I was out of control, and it upsets me. My friend

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Woo! No cigs, six days. Go me! So hard. I can't even tell you how many times I've wanted a deliciously cool menthol. But, I've got to get past the craving. 21 days to learn and unlearn a habit. I'm in it to win it!Work's been going all right. Life's been going all right. E'ry day I'm hustlin', hustlin', hustlin'. Some day I'll catch up, maybe even get ahead. But right now, I'm just doing the

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so many drags off friend's cigs and complete bummed cigs in the past couple days. I suck. Starting anew is a challenge, but I will be an ex-smoker.Work is decent. I'm one of the veterans now, because I've been given trainees. I don't do well with a lot of power. It brings great responsibility, and we all know I suck at that.Let's discuss Amy Winehouse for a second. Listening to her reminds of a

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Man! I really do miss the post-work cigarette. I don't think it's the delicious menthol I miss. Although, that is a big part of it. It's more about trying to find new things to do my hands. They're used to reaching into my purse and pulling my smokes out. There are no more smokes in purse. I'm sure I'll pick up some other horrible habit.Tonight, I went to 7-Eleven. I go to this particular store

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Last one! This is probably going to suck for the next few days. I'm done getting ready to quit. I'm done. I love you, Marlboro Menthol ultra lights. I will miss you & think of you fondly.

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Happy Bastille Day, my puppies! I hope you are able enjoy beautiful French wine and cheeses to celebrate.I, personally, have to go to work. I french braided my hair, so I can keep with my Vive la France theme. I would keep my French tat on display, but that would involve some origami with my apron, so that ain't happenin'.I've been letting go of something I wanted desperately to hold on to. It's

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I have a Google+. Whatevs, it's open to everyone now. Now, I want a GoogleMusic!I hope to go next Tuesday to get my tat finished. I love it a lot, but will love it more when it's complete.I am in the middle of a ten day stretch at work. I had Thursday off, but I picked up for management, because I'm cool like that. We're short staffed, and I could always use the extra money.The count of mammals

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update! I made it through five hours, and had to stop. I have about an hour to go. I hate to show incomplete art, but here's today's progress.

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Okay, I work in the service industry. It's my job to know the food, know the drinks, really know the wine, and know the desserts.Many times, when I speak to a table, and tell them the dessert menu ("verbal" in the biz), I get some variation on this reaction: Oh, look how little you are; you can't possibly know desserts.The hell? You don't think I've ever tried our food? You don't think I've eaten

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I found this thing called "That Can Be My Next Tweet". Holy shit, some of these are killing me! To whit:Just found out on the hell to use my first time with my secret stash. what the couch.Y'all can I could be reviewing all holiday-like when my universe if my living room so scuzzy today. 18.Antiobiotics + tussicaps = documentary binge. I've seen the love seat so, my new tat tonight, then two?Sign

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I was reading some of my own archives last night. I know, I know. Solipsistic much? Damn, I used to crack myself up. I read the Mr. Snoochy post again, and had tears in my eyes just remembering it, and seeing the picture of The Snooch.I am over being depressed. My hair's red again. I've been going to yoga. I wouldn't go so far as to say I'm back. But I'm most assuredly on my way.It was actually

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I have this... shirt, which I love. I absolutely adore the damn thing. I wear it as often as I can, which, in actuality, isn't really that often.It doesn't fit well. It's actually quite unflattering. Several friends have told me to ditch this shirt, or at least, to not wear it when I'm around them. I know it's a bad shirt. It's falling apart. It itches. It's faded. It's just not a good shirt.I've

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I'm letting go now. I'm going to take my hands off this rail, lean all the way back, and then see what happens. If I fall, it will be all right. Falling down isn't failing; staying down is.The rescue pit has had some complications following her surgery last week. It's made me very :( She was bleeding and parts of her insides were hanging out, and there was nothing we could do until the vet opened

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With the dog carnival that's going on here, my rug that hides all the cords has now become the designated "yeah, I'll just pee here" spot. It smells awful. I need to replace it. However, it goes a little further down on the list of priorities.I was feeling a little more cheery after the new tat and attending some yoga classes. Then there was another dog fight here this weekend. First of all, it

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Reciprocity. I do for you; you do for me. So why is it that every time I genuinely need your help, you've got other stuff going on. It's starting to piss me off. We're coming to a time where you may ask for my help, and be shocked when the answer is no.I thought getting my wrist tat would cure the itch for a while. It's only made me more anxious to get the lollipop on my ribcage.So, one of the

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I talked to my mommy yesterday. I didn't want her to see my new tat on the Book of Faces and get upset about it. So, I called her to explain it to her. For the first time since my first tat in 1995, she didn't get upset. She just sort of sighed and said, "well, I'm used to it now." We're making progress, kids.Been to several yoga classes in the last two weeks. Feels so good to get back in the

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guess what I did last night?

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I didn't make it to my other friend's first yoga class today. Had to close brunch instead. He teaches tomorrow at 11:30am. I will be there.In other news, I went to Sally yesterday, looking for China Glaze metallic crackle polishes. They didn't have them yet. Decided instead to color my hair. It's back to being red. Hooray! I used to always color my own hair, but have been letting mah hairdresser

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One of my friends taught his first yoga class tonight. I was front row, along with his boyfriend and his brother-in-law. It was scary to step into the heat again and to unfurl my mat and to completely let go. And yet, I lived. Aw yeah, baby.His boyfriend teaches his first class Sunday afternoon at 1pm. I wish like hell I could be there, but I work at 9:45am on Sunday for brunch. I will take some

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Hey man... what's up?So, currently, the animal tally in this house is three canines, one feline and two humans. We're gonna need a bigger boat. That's a whole lotta life in a leetle beety space. At least it's not boring.With my buddy staying here come two very large flat screen tvs. This is good, because my birthday flat screen was broken in a tragic brawl between two people I love very much (

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Oh man! One of my buddies got his first ink yesterday, and another is talking about going today. I really, really, REALLY want another tat.Actually, I want three more: two originals and a cover-up. A purple om, a lollipop and some sort of White Tara on my back, where my wedding vows are now. Seems silly to keep those. :)I was back to doing my nails every day. Then, two nails broke, and now

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Hi! I've missed you. I was without internet for way too long. I called AT&T. I argued with them. Yes, I *am* an existing customer. For over two years. No, I do not need to register! Yes, please do send the technician.Actually, this was the conversation about sending the technicianAT&T: I can schedule the service call for Wednesday between 8am & 8pmme: Sounds great, but I work from 10am - 3pm on

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I haven't quit smoking yet. Each pack I buy, I'm all "ok, these can be my last cigarettes." And then, I'll get stressed or depressed and I will want them a lot. I know better. And yet I persist.I have insomnia again. I am up all night. I am averaging three hours of sleep when I finally do drift off. I seem to be unable to turn my thoughts off. So, I watch documentaries and just sit and think

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Okay, so I got what could potentially be the last pack. I've smoked three of them. So, I could be getting ready to let go.It shouldn't be this way. There's no getting ready to let go. There's only letting go or holding on. I am a little afraid of letting go. Because I can't count on many things, but I can count on Marlboro Menthol Ultra Lights. They are dependable. They are always there when I

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"I'm going to quit smoking.", he said."I"ll quit , too. We'll be quitters together.", I said."Like, next week, I'm done. I haven't decided which day, though. But sometime next week, I'm done with cigarettes.""I will totally do it with you. It's easier when you have a buddy to go through stuff with you. The gym, quitting smoking, whatever. Always easier with a buddy.", I assured him.Well, I guess

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I got a new job. I also got a new puppy. I am making big changes, because I am ready for some big changes. I am also ready for a Dr Pepper and for this new job to start paying off.So, new puppy. He's a little boy. He is about seven weeks old. I decided to name him Thelonius Monk Nelson. I got him last night. He spent all night snuggled in my hoodie, being freaked out. Today, he is running and

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everything is wrong. i can't undo it.everything is wrong. i can't undo it.everything is wrong. i can't undo it.everything is wrong. i can't undo it.everything is wrong. i can't undo it.everything is wrong. i can't undo it.everything is wrong. i can't undo it.everything is wrong. i can't undo it.everything is wrong. i can't undo it.everything is wrong. i can't undo it.everything is wrong. i can't

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Forgive and forget, is that how it works?Some say you have to forget, or you're not really forgiving. No point in burying the hatchet, if you're going to make a map to where the hatchet is, just in case you need it again.Some say you can forgive, but don't ever forget. You can't forget it. They'll do it again. You can't move on. You can't see anything but that thing, over and over and over. So

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I spoke to my friend about his unforgivable sin. He apologized profusely, and it was a really good, really long conversation. My anger has abated some, but I haven't worked my way to forgiving him just yet. I'm still really hurt and really pissed. I love this friend, and I don't believe there's a past tense of love. But he hurt me so much that it will take a long time before our relationship has

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my buddy wants me to move in with him. He and I get along great, and we've talked about being roommates before. The problem is, the unforgivable thing I found out about that friend? Yeah, that's my buddy's brother. And while I do adore my buddy, I can't fucking stand his brother. They're not getting along right now either, but they will always be brothers., So, right now, he says that his brother

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Went to a gun range Friday night. I'd never shot a gun before. It was awesome! I didn't do too badly, I might add. We shot at a zombie, so of course we were aiming at the head at first. I never thought I'd say this, but firing that Glock 9mm was so much fun!Then, I came home and logged into FB, as I do. It was then that I found out that the girl who'd been one of my best friends in the 8th grade

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the friend is gone. Got my house back. I am enjoying having my space back. It was a bad idea to have two chicks in a one bedroom, one bathroom duplex. No home is big enough for two chicks to share one bathroom.It's gorgeous outside. I don't work today. So of course, I'm sitting on the couch with mah bitches, watching movies. It was all dark in here, but I opened the front door and the blinds.I

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I went from a no-dog house to a two-dog house in a matter of weeks. First, I adopted Daisy. And then a friend asked if I would look after his dog, Cora. She is ridiculously cute and ridiculously sweet. So, I got two bitches up in here. Oh, and two dogs. :pMy friend, who was crashing here, got her own place. She hasn't moved any of her stuff into it yet. She keeps telling me that she is coming to

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Last year, you may remember, I had a friend stay here. It worked out pretty well. It was a guy buddy, and we got along famously. I can't recall a single argument while he lived here. We bickered a bit after ACL, but while he was sharing a home with me, it was mostly great.Recently, I've had another friend staying here... a chick. This Du is too small for two women. I've lost my temper with this

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Daisy got out Saturday afternoon. I was bereft for the 40 minutes or so it took to find her. I drove around, with the windows down, yelling her name. I walked our street 15 times looking for her. I was just about to give up, because I had to go to work. I can't call out late because I'm looking for my dog. What if I still didn't find her? Then I'm late for no reason. I hate being late. So, I was

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It's been more than two weeks, and I still cannot accept that Cousin Seth is not around anymore. I had willfully not spoken to him, and now I would give everything just to have the chance to speak to him again. I may never forgive myself for being mad at him. I just can't. What right did I have to be mad about anything he may have said or done. I never walked a mile in his shoes. I never had to

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Oh, hai you guyz! My name is Daisy. It isn't the name I came in with. But I am working it. Hard. I am supercute and supersweet and seem to be enjoying my new home. It seems like this lady behind me really needed me in her life. So here I am!Are you ready to love me?

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Why?I just found out, via a status update on FB, that my cousin is dead. I hadn't spoken to him in almost three years, because of petty, stupid shit, and now he's gone forever. We were family compatriots. We had similar political and religious beliefs, which are diametrically opposed to the rest of our family.I guess I'm so upset because I wasn't speaking to him, and now I'll never have the

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Went out to dinner at 10:30pm last night. Yeah, it's late, but that's how we roll.My friend is giving me his dog. He works 12 hours a day, and just can't spend time with her. I have a dog-shaped hole in my life, so he's thinking this will be win/win for us. I hope so. It seems a little soon after the loss of Lu to be thinking about loving another puppyface. But I also know that I can't avoid

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I have been on a loud music/repeat songs kick all day today. It's a good thing no one lives next door to me right now. If it was me, I'd be all "really, we're gonna listen to Eminem and Rihanna... AGAIN?!?" Luckily, I'm in charge of the playlist. So yes, we *are* going to listen to Love the Way You Lie for a tenth time.You guys! My hair is totally a length that could be considered long again. Yay

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Someone asked me, "Heather, how do you keep your shit together so well?"Hahahahahahahahahahaha *gasps for breath* hahahahahaha!I am so not together. I am a mess. I do manage to put on some makeup and head out there every day. Because, what are my other options?I am already more pleased with 2011. My final shitty note of 2010 was to get into an argument with a very good friend. Haven't talked to

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Dear 2010 -You can fuck directly off now. On your way out, please to enjoy my favorite song of last year.

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Yay, there are only three days left in this year. The Mexican & I got a suite at a downtown hotel for the holiday. Our patio alone held 23 people. According to the note on the door, anyway. Christmas eve was beautiful, just a small group of us, playing board games and watching movies until the sun came up. Christmas was looking to be more of the same, but the guest list grew suddenly at 3am. I

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Dear Mom -You were right about everything.Love always,Heather

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I'll miss you. I will miss you a lot. We were really close there for a while, but it was all a lie. All you do is lie to me, and all I do is tell people you're not as bad as they think you are. You are, though. You're rotten. You don't care about what I'm going through. You don't care about what anyone's going through. You completely lack empathy. You seem to lack all feelings.You've taken up

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hurry up and be over, 2010. The end of the year is so close. You guys know that I'm not big on the whole new year's resolution, it's the end of the year, better change everything. I'm more of a if things suck, change 'em now kinda chick. But am happy to have this year almost done. I feel like 2011 has potential. First, my birthday will be 11-11-11. Come. On! That totally rules. I had once placed

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late last night/early this morning, it was decided that my Macbook simply does not play music loudly enough. One of my friends has actually been complaining about it since I got the damn thing. Around 2am, a group of five of us took a road trip to Wal*Mart in Mesquite to buy speakers. It was late at night, and it was only a Wal*Mart, but the trip was some of the most fun I've had in a while. We

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The Mexican, The Model and I all spent this day of dead birds together. We ate. We watched the Cowboys lose. Then we played card games all night. Just got home. I am pretty content right now. Since it is (well, was) Thanksgiving, here's a list of things that I am thankful for:that I got to spend 1/3 of my life with the best dog ever. Her loss is still so huge to me, but I am grateful for all the

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When I came in last night, there were feathers on the floor, by The Senator's kitty condo. I was trying to figure out what toy he'd destroyed. I can't recall buying him one with black feathers.I went to the bathroom, and washed my face. As I came back out into the living room, I saw it. The corpse of a tiny dead bird, lying amongst all my wireless setup. Somehow, a tiny bird got into the house. I

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my baby sister's dad died. he struggled with MS for more than 10 years. i'm sorry that he's gone. i'm glad he's not a prisoner in his own body any longer.my cat is holding steady. a friend is loaning me his credit card to take him in. i am not happy about being indebted to someone else, since i already owe everyone everything. but i also don't want to face losing my cat. rented scott pilgrim vs.

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Dear 2010: Fuck off already. I can't take anymore! I am already dealing with the loss of my dog. Now my cat is sick again, and will likely need surgery again, much like he had in January. I have negative $375 in my checking account. I made less than $100 at work tonight. My mom has done nothing but bail my ass out this year, and she can't really help this time. I am behind on all my bills. I am

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I am sitting alone in the Du II, listening to the rain. I have nary a plan, nor do I care to make one. I can't decide if this is an awesome way to spend today, or this is like, the saddest birthday ever.Ten years ago today, I got married. I felt so loved.Ten days ago today, I lost Lucy. I feel so alone without her. I don't really know how I feel about today, so please to enjoy Cat Steven's Peace

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A week has passed. The pain hasn't lessened any. I'm waiting to stop missing Lu so much. It hasn't happened yet. A friend came over last night, and we ordered Chinese food. When the guy rang the doorbell, I was trying to find Lucy to block her from barking at the dude. She's nowhere to be found.Actually, she's right there, on the top shelf of the dvds, in a little box, with her collar on top of

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My god, do I miss Lucy. It's unbelievable, this emptiness. I try to find her when I hear the postman, so she won't flip out. Or I will move my hand around to find her in bed before I open my eyes. Or, last night, I went to hang out at a friend's house. I was about to use the "I gotta go let Lu out" excuse when I realized, no I don't. I keep looking for her, but she's nowhere to be found.I am in

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the part that hurts the most is waking up, and looking for her next to me like this. She was the best napping buddy ever.

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hardest day ever. I had some friends here to comfort me. I even had one friend offer to take Lucy, because he didn't want me to be too upset. I thanked him for his very loving gesture, but I had to be there at the end.She & I went into a private room. They had the lights low, and a candle lit. They asked me if I wanted some water. They asked if Lucy wanted some water. She ate all the cookies that

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so, lucy's final appointment is tomorrow at 2:30. i have put it off long enough. she's not getting better, just because i keep putting it off.it is destroying me. i was broken hearted when my grandma died. as horrible as it might sound, i think i will miss lu more. i adored my grandma, and she was amazing, but i didn't see her every day. lucy is my constant companion. she is my everything. she

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there we go. i've fixed a couple of things. no huge universal shifts or anything, but i am getting things back to where they need to be.i got hit by some sort of bug yesterday. felt like crap all day, called out to work, which is a bad idea when you have no money. a worse idea, however, is going in and working and spreading your germs and making yourself sicker. i'll take the couch and broke,

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things in my universe are fucked up. something is off, and i can't place what it is, but i hate it. i'm being pushed and pulled and crunched and crushed and i am not having it anymore.i don't know what is out of place, but i am going to set it right immediately.i am going to start practicing yoga again (as soon as my favorite teacher comes back from california)i am going to finalize lu's end of

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I still haven't entirely unpacked from ACL. My suitcase is still at the foot of the bed, containing three or four shirts, two tank tops, a pair of pj pants (with a messed up drawstring) and a pair of chonies. If I don't unpack, then it's not really over :) Someone has certainly enjoyed having it there. I will say I regret not buying a t-shirt or some sort of memento. I have some photos, and my

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I totally forgot to tell you about my wildlife adventure!Very early Sunday morning, when I tapped out of the house party, I went down to my room to wash my face and lie down for bed. I was in the bathroom, washing the day off. As I turned the water off, I heard one of my friends knocking on the door. "Pumpkin, did you bring nail polish remover with you?", he asked.I was coming out of the bathroom

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Wow. I can think of no other word to describe the greatness that was ACL. It wasn't just the great music (although, there was plenty of that). It was a combination of the group of friends, the amazing rent house, the beauty that is Austin... it was just a mostly perfect weekend.We arrived on Thursday. We went to the grocery store Thursday night, and stocked up the fridge with a lot of beer, and a

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we're leaving at noon. Tickets have been purchased. House has been rented. Austin, here we come!I am scheduled to work Saturday night. I am really, really, REALLY hoping that my shift will get covered, but I am prepared to drive back Saturday afternoon, work my shift and then drive back to Austin. I hope I don't have to. But if I do, I do. Of course, all the shows I really want to see are on

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check it: this is my 700th post. I have been blahgging since 2004, but I have buh-leted some things that, in retrospect, were just too personal. Also, I deleted a lot of stuff from before I was divorced. A different Heather, you know.So, Monday, my buddy and I were coming back from a beer run. We were pretty close to the house, when suddenly, there was a loud *pop*! "Holy shit, did I run over

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I want you to be happy. I want you to feel loved. I want you to know that you are important to me. I want you to thrive, not just survive. I am going to be right here, behind you. I support you. I believe in you. You are capable of greatness.I just started watching Dexter. Can't believe I missed out on this show. It's greatness. The fifth season starts this weekend, so I have a lot of watching

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There was some debate this week about whether or not we are going to ACL. The final vote was yes. I want to go and have fun. I am worried that it will be drama. I am not up for a week of drama in the 512. Here's hoping...It's time for sleeping, and here I am thinking. I wish my thoughts would turn off already.I yearn for something. I just don't know what the hell it is. I mean, this is it, right?

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I'm tired of the games. I'm tired of the "c'mere, no go away. no, just kidding, c'mere. C'mere! No, go away!" I'm tired of the grind. I'm tired of Lucy being unwell. I'm tired of being doubted when I reveal my true feelings. I'm tired of having nightmares. I'm tired of feeling alone and adrift. I'm tired of thinking of my life in terms of Before The Flake and After The Flake. I'm tired of being

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oh, Hurricane Hermine. What a terrible name, what wonderful rain. I ended up with the night off work last night, because there was no business. My friend (the one who is staying here) was asleep in the car before we even got home at 6:30pm. I managed to nap for a couple of hours. Who can't sleep in a dark & rainy environment?I got some more new music from a good friend. He burned me six cds for

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I didn't have a nightmare last night. I took a bunch of anti-anxiety meds and slept peacefully from 4:30 - 10 am, without waking up. It was awesome. Update: Of course, after posting this, I was up until 6:30am, and had those goddamned dreams again. But I had one good night, right?I will eventually rally, once I get past the inevitable, I promise. But until then, expect more of the morose, emo

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my friends are taking me to Austin for ACL. I have to get out of this city. I have to get out of my head.My friend is still staying over here. I begged him not to go home. Or if he has to go home, to please take me with him. I average about five hours of sleep a night, and it's tossing and turning hours, not restful hours. Vivid nightmares.Lu is starting to behave like a sickly dog. It's getting

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I find myself missing The Flake. I am not trying to romanticize the past, but I'd rather be hit than ignored. I feel so hollow and empty that I'd take any feeling over what I feel now. I'd put a cigarette out on my arm, just to feel something. Because I cannot stand the way I feel inside right now.I have a friend going through a rough breakup right now. I've had him staying at my house for almost

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I'm going to try to write something that's not wholly depressing.I have been hanging out with my friends a lot & spending time away from home. Also, inviting people to hang out over here with me. I just don't want to be alone right now. I wish I didn't feel so lonely.Work has been good. I am a trainer, which lets me set my own schedule (no more cocktailing!!), but I got a lecture from the chef

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I can't sleep. I can't eat. I can't write. I can't think. I burst into tears randomly. I am lost. I just want to numb my pain. I am trying to cope. But I have gone from reasonably stable to hot fucking mess in a week and a half.My feel-good movies aren't making me feel good. Getting my hair did last week didn't brighten my outlook. Buying a new fall Sephora by OPI nail polish didn't cheer me up.I

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When I put it out into the universe that I was ready to adopt another animal, I didn't mean that I wanted to lose one of the ones I've already got. Lucy is sick. A kind of sick that I don't think she'll recover from. The kind of sick that is not uncommon in geriatric dogs, but this is the first dog I've ever really had. I mean, I adopted her when I was 23 years old. I am heading into my late 30s

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Our work uniform is sort of masculine. It's a white tuxedo jacket (although the lady version has boob darts), a white button-down shirt (mine's a Target men's small), black pants and polish-able black shoes. So, it's tough to know how people dress when they're off, because that's the stuff we always wear. I have a lady manager. She wears skirt suits, and non-slip heels and dresses for work, as a

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People who know me, are you in for a shock: I went to a pool today! I put on a lot of sunblock, found my bathing suit (which hasn't been worn since 2004), and headed out to a pool not far from the house. It was like a public pool, but with a dive bar. I'd never been. Obvs, if I haven't even worn a bathing suit in six years. It took some pleading from my friends to get me out of the house. But I

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A huge shift has happened in my universe. Everything I thought I knew is wrong. I have somehow stopped loving Dr Pepper. We have a soda machine at work. I have unlimited access to DP, and I pour myself Coke if I want a soda. The last few trips I've made to the grocery store, I've come home with hecho in Mexico glass bottle Cokes, instead of Dublin Dr Pepper.Since I was a kiddo, I have loved Dr

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I can't stop watching High Fidelity all of the sudden. I quoted it to someone somewhere, and then watched it three times in 24 hours. "Charlie! You fuckin' bitch! Let's work it out!!" Oh, Rob. I get you. I get you so hard.Did I tell you that Lucy Fur has glaucoma? Poor oldladydog. Otherwise, she's in great shape, considering that she's a geriatric. I am gettin' mah hair did again next week. I

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I have often spoken ill of my time in Middle Georgia. I was unhappy there, so I tend to remember and focus on what I hated. I can do what I always do and bum hard on my time there. Or I can decide that some of it had to be good. So, what's good about Georgia? First of all, Georgia was gorgeous. Lush & green in the spring, hot as fuck in the summer, gloriously colored in the autumn and snowy and

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The landlord said "don't sweat it. You're not going to have to move in 2010." So, woo to the hoo to that. Just the thought of having to pack up all my crap and move myself, the dog and the cat anywhere gives me the hives. No thanks. I'd actually already spoken to my neighbor, and she & I decided that we will stay here until the day the bulldozers show up. I've been on a tragic rock star kick

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Yesterday, as I was letting my oldladydog out to potty and taking out some trash (two birds, one stone), a man in a neighbor's yard called to me."Excuse me, miss? Did you recently sell your home?""No sir, I rent. Actually, the landlord's number is right there *points to for rent sign in neighbor's yard*""Okay, well, I'm just going to take a couple pictures of this house, your house and the one on

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Yesterday, I found both my Garden State soundtrack and Frou Frou Details. They were the soundtrack to my cleaning frenzy. God, I love the Garden State soundtrack. It's really well done, and Zach Braff should get some credit because that cd is very 2004. Please to enjoy the most beautiful breakup song ever.

Miss Squitohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03538902267129656838noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4093356.post-17587502413086152462010-06-27T23:04:00.003-05:002010-06-28T10:17:56.241-05:00

Dear Mr. Clean Magic Eraser mop - You & I are going to be very good friends. Way to deliver on your promises. A little Fabuloso in Fresca Lavanda scent, and the whole house is sparkly. My only complaint is that you seem to get a bit munged up in the corners. But hot damn, does my kitchen floor look good. I wish you had a sibling that would shine up hardwoods. Love Always, HeatherI was checking

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oh, hai! I'm sick. I thought it was strep, since my throat was on fire, but the doc said it's just a sinus infection that drained into my throat. Which not only sounds, but also feels awesome. Got a z-pack and did not work last night. I don't work with a fever. Fever = contagious = a bad time to be serving food. Sidenote - my doctor is super cute. She doesn't wear a lab coat and always has

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I lied. Here's another Kings of Leon video. I'm pretty sure there's not a Followill over 20 here. I also wish Dr. Followill appeared more in this one, since he's my most favoritest. And LOLOLOL forever at Caleb's bangs.KoL - Wasted Time

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I have decided I want some mirrored aviator shades, to go with my new hair color and decidedly grouchy disposition. I am hoping to find some for cheap at Ahab Bowen (supercute vintage store) or Tarzhay (v.v. exclusive little French boutique). I'd prefer some that are large, but we'll see what I find.Also, after reading Daddy Likey for a while, I bought her book, and am going to take a Sunday off

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Time for a new design. This one made me smile.So, I had some company after work. Just some friends from the office, who understand the frustrations of working in the service industry. One boy coworker, whom we'll call Cee Dubs and one girl we'll call Law Student, since she's moving away to law school this weekend.Of course, since we had company, Lucy felt she needed to go outside several times.

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I'm going to a wedding in Hill Country this July. I was booking a bed & breakfast in a nearby location. They have all these couples packages and whatnots, but I am not part of a couple. It'll just be me. I'd take Lucy, but there's a lameass "no pets" policy. So, I was talking to the lady, and she was telling me that for a small bit more money, they can do a couple's massage, bottle of champagne

Miss Squitohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03538902267129656838noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4093356.post-11943644012028349162010-05-31T05:17:00.002-05:002010-05-31T05:38:46.124-05:00

Oh my god, Wicked was so good. Mew mew mew sew good! Like, I would happily go see it again. So, if someone wants to buy me a ticket, that'd be great."Heather," my momz says to me, "I think you're still bitter about the divorce."Oh, momz! No, I'm not. Relationships end every single day, and it was time for that one to end. I'll tell you what I *am* still bitter about: my mixer.Now, since most of

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I'm going to see Wicked tomorrow night. I am ridiculously excited about this. It's going to be the old Cru crew, with Stephie even flying in from Napa. Yayayayayay!I got a professional mani/pedi today for the first time in forever. I do my own nails, and I'm damn good at it. But I wanted someone to rub my feet for an extended period of time, and was willing to pay for the privilege. I am wholly

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Why Moving to Houston Would Not Be the Worst Thing In the World:1) the majority of my family lives in Houston and the surrounding areas2) I grew up in that area, and still have some childhood friends there3) there are plenty of yoga studios and ballet schools there4) there's a fairly lively cultural scene5) the people in Houston are friendlier than the people in DallasWhy Moving to Houston Would

Miss Squitohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03538902267129656838noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4093356.post-70342082244367452192010-05-17T10:16:00.002-05:002010-05-17T10:23:15.243-05:00

Gwoss, let's get all that drama off the top spot. Let's think about something far happier. Please to enjoy my balls out favorite Kings of Leon song, Fans. The rainy days ain't so bad when you're the king.

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