Saturday, May 08, 2004

It's time to write a little.
It's come to my attention that there are some people out there that actually read this blog. I thought, "What have I even put on there lately?" And the answer was, "not much." I guess it's tiring to keep putting the same thing over and over: today's news with commentary saying that I think today's news shows Bush is a jack ass. It's got to be tiring to read, too.

But there's this other option. My life. I could write about that. And the people who read this might even be interested. Scary thought. I am neither newsworthy nor entirely comfortable putting my feelings out there in an enormously public way.

But tonight I went out with a dear friend. We went to see Van Helsing then had a beer. It was... comfortable. It was warm and friendly and comfortable, just as she always is. She means a lot to me, and lately I have not seen her. I miss her when she's not a part of my life but other things get in the way, namely work, responsabilities, and the respective families we share our homes with. But there's definitely something missing when she's not a part of my life. But I got to see her tonight. And it was wonderful.

The other day, I gave Daisy up for adoption. Daisy was mine for two years. She was my first art car. There will be others, of course. There's nothing quite like driving down the street and seeing kids crane their necks or press their face up against their car window to get a better look - and the faces filled with wonderment. You can just see their minds expanding. It's a rush. Plus - the art work was really good. I freaking kicked ass when I painted that car. She's beautiful. Don't know what the new owners are going to do (perhaps take her to maaco and get her painted white (barf.)) But I had to give her up as she was no longer street legal and she was collecting tickets. To officer Lowry, who saw the need to ticket Daisy over and over, a big fuck you. Art cars are preferred by the dieties, and your after life is going to suck, you horrible bastard. =-b j/k I know the good copper was "just doing his job" when he kept littering poor daisy with his notices of infraction. But yeh - Daisy left my possession (if one can ever really possess Daisy) on tuesday this week, and it was freaking sad seeing her drive away.

On the home front, I'm seriously wondering if I'm cut out for parenting. Some days (like today) I truly suck at it. No equivocations. Today was bad. Boo and I were at odds like crazy. I suppose when he's 14 we'll get along fine, right? It doesn't help that every other day a new study is released making it perfectly clear that little minor FU's and the boo will end up with any number of serious mental health issues later in life. But you know - no pressure or anything.

Tuesday I have an appointment to see a doctor. If all goes well, this doctor will prescribe me the meds I need. When I lost my job last August, my health insurance went with it. My scrips are gone. Out. I need my mental health meds, and I'm hoping this doctor will help me instead of meeting me once and declaring me fit & trim (therefore in no need of my meds.) I hate that the government simultaneously requires prescriptions for thousands of medicines, but sets up the system so 40 million + people can't get access to doctors. Nice work, ass holes. And guess which side of the aisle perpetuates this bullshit? Ahh yes - the same ol' same ol', but hey - it's my blog.


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