RIP Casey Foster

I just found out a friend I went to school with died yesterday.  He and I shared a birthday and it drove him mad that I was 15 seconds older.  :P  He was a sweet guy in school, but had run into some problems over the past few years.  It's been ages since I've seen him, but damn...that's about 5 people from our graduating class that are gone now.  Casey Foster, David Killian, Roger Shipman, Dino Allen and Daniel Swanson.  They were all really good guys, especially Daniel.  I'll always treasure the last email he sent me, only about 4 months before he died.  He said he would always remember me as the "only girl in school who didn't treat me like dirt and accepted me just the way I was."

Those words meant so much to me.  Who wouldn't want to be remembered that way?  So many people gave him such a hard time in school and I never understood why. 

R.I.P. Guys.  You will all be missed.

On writing...

It's a bit annoying to have someone answer my posts every 3-4 weeks, then 10 minutes after they post want me to answer and proceed to list exactly how many other people I answered today.

STOP. IT.
/rant.

Looks like we're having a houseguest...

So...J. came out to his parents today.  He kept asking me if he should and I told him again and again that I was the wrong person to ask about families for obvious reasons.  And, just as I was afraid they'd do, they kicked him out.  Unreal.

Maybe my outlook on parents in general is the right one after all.

He's staying with us, of course, but I absolutely hate seeing him hurt like this.

Dammit.

Facebook games are no more!

I've finally given up the last of my Facebook games so I can spend more time writing on E!.  Wise decision, IMO, because I'm enjoying E! far more than anything else in my life right now.  I'll keep Facebook for friends I want to keep up with though.

I think I found the design I want for my next tattoo.  But where shall I put it...*ponders*

Insomnia sucks the big one.

5 a.m. and I'm too tired to write, to hyped up to sleep.  If hubby tells me one more time how badly I need to sleep, I'm going to scream. 

It's not like I don't WANT to.  But I either stay exhausted and sleep 3-4 hours a night or take sleeping pills and have nightmares.

Ugh.

Renters

Renters have gone, leaving us (again) with 2 house payments and me prone to anxiety attacks.

Unreal.

And the funny part?  They stole all our light bulbs.

WTF? WHO DOES THAT?

I hate that place, that house, that land, that carpet, that kitchen.....I NEED IT GONE so I can severe my last ties to that horrible little town and everyone (but Karen) in it.

Thanksgiving

For the first time in all our years together, hubby has decided to spend Thanksgiving with me, rather than his parents/brothers/nieces/grandmother.  He won't tell me why and when he told me, I'd already resigned myself to spending another holiday alone, so I volunteered to work.  Now I have to work and cook.

Awesome. 

I should have known there was a catch.  He'll spend Thanksgiving with me, but the weekend with his parents.  Lovely.

She wins yet again and the plans we had for a nice long movie weekend get thrown out the door.

I'm normally a disgustingly optimistic person, but I swear that woman is doing a victory dance over my future-grave site tonight....I just know it.

I'm trying really hard not to get into my usual holiday funk but this little tidbit of news doesn't help, nor does the news that the idiots who were renting from us packed up in the middle of the night and left a $400 power bill and owing last month's rent.

I want to sell that stupid, horrible place and severe my last ties to the town I grew up in.  Karen is the only person I'll keep in touch with.  Now if I could just stop being afraid the Ex-Father will come banging at my door when I'm here alone, life would be good again.