Limbo

There's been nothing to blahg about lately, really. Friend 1 and I move to our downtown sublet on SATURDAY!, I'm trying to get another jorb down there so I can quit NY&Co. and henceforth not have to worry about taking the bus at 10 at night/getting raped, I've been chatting with another CL boy who may not be what I'm really looking for PHYSICALLY, but he is funny and teases me and it's v. v. entertaining talking to him.

And Tuffy is curable, but it'll cost like five grand. I don't blame Female Unit for being hesitant about going through with treatment. That is a LOT of money. Maybe it would be best to not put her through that and just spoil her rotten and love her immensely (which I already do but will somehow find a way to increase) and let her have happy remaining days in her own home.

I am very conflicted.

And sad. But I'm trying really hard not to think about it and just be excited about being in the thick of Madisonia action.

I STILL NEED BOXES AND TO START PACKING/PLANNING THINGS TO PACK! I are terrible planner.

Also...

I had a dream about my ex, Metal Kevin. It doesn't help that I texted him on 4-20.

Yeah, I dreamed we got together again, even though he was still with his girlfriend. We were like cuddling and watching weird movies (I can't remember what exactly they were but I wish they actually made them cuz they seemed bizarre) and I made this excuse and left and then realized that we were probably gonna break up in like a week so I might as well spend time with him and get some cuddles and sex and male attention out of the deal, so I had Female Unit drive me back. Then, somehow I was at my high school and Friend 1 was there (we didn't go to school together) and Metal Kevin was there and wanted to see us in the principal's office. I refused to see him cuz I figured he was just gonna break up with me and I didn't want to deal with that, especially at school, so I made Friend 1 talk to him for me. I really don't remember what was said. Then she came out and I decided I would go in and just break up with HIM and there was some weird EXTREMELY tall blonde girl in there and I totally thought it was his girlfriend (it wasn't) and she started yelling at me for hiding this toy McDonald's car from him and he was asking for it and no one else knew what he was talking about and he looked crazy (I vaguely remember there being a part where I actually did that, but it was waaay at the beginning and may have never actually occurred... I just thought it did.) so I was henceforth a negative impact on his life. I started yelling at her

and then Tuffy started barking to go outside and woke me up.

I guess I'll never know if he and I broke up or just stayed together.

First Day In Vintage Land!

Sorry... I was gonna lump this and the former together (I can't believe I just said lump... I can't stop thinking about it) but I felt Tuffy deserved her own.

But yeah, the shop isn't open yet (I still haven't decided if I'm going to post the actual name) so I spent four hours ironing.

IT WAS GLORIOUS!

I'M SERIOUS! My boss is SO FUCKING COOL and she brought her hilarious one-year-old again. The time FLEW by. And I LOVE working downtown. This street musician just set up shop right in front of us, playing acoustic guitar and singing (John Lennon, The Beatles, Sublime.. GOOD SHIT) and it was just SOOO COOOOOL.

And I was talking to Boss Lady and she said I was the ONLY person who dressed up for their interview. That's... bizarre in my opinion. Don't you want to come off as professional? Whatever.

ANYWAY, SOSOSO pleased with this job.

I Still... Don't Have The Words.

So Tuffy has a lymphatic tumor. 90% chance it's malignant.

So my baby basically has cancer.

I have no idea what we're gonna do. I'm just being as sweet to her as possible cuz I have no time frame yet of what's going on.

I'm so fucking scared.

But! It's My Day Off

So I'm going to cuddle with my dog, relax, and get reallllly happy while watching the trailer to Pineapple Express.

IMDB that shit, yo.

I still maintain that Seth Rogen is a foxy man. He is too hilarious to not have sex with.

Speaking Of Dogs...

My beautiful, beloved, and somehow not mentioned til now Yorkshire Terrier, Tuffy, went to the vet yesterday. Shots, blood drawn, the works. It was just standard checkup shit but of course it hurt her. Now she's slinking around, ears down, and shaking all the time cuz it probably still aches. I feel so terrible.

And?

The vet found a lump in her neck. I'm so scared. I don't know what I'd do if it's actually something. I'm praying it's not. I love her too much.

I seriously don't know what I'm going to do when she dies. I'll probably lose my shit.

She's already nine years old.