Short and Sweet

Just like me.

So, as the title may elude to, this is going to be a short post. I don't have the time or the energy at the moment to rant continuously about the things that I already have so artfully covered in recent posts so let me think if I can come up with anything new.

No, not much as changed with Ketchup, however on a funny note, his paycheck wasn't big enough to blow a chunk on weed. The reason why this is funny because it's become quite obvious that he'd rather keep his own stash to himself rather then share like everyone else who steps foot into this apartment, which means a lot of "lighter flick, pause, cough" for me to listen to in the next room. None of that for at least two weeks! Yay!

On the social front, Monday was fun. Our Bum showed up for the first time in months, and while I'd rather not say it was a good thing, for karma issues if nothing else, but he and Poor Me split, again. It sounds a little more long term this time, the kids are being shipped off to relatives until things are sorted out. Anyways, it meant he was finally allowed out of the house to come visit us and with what can only be considered perfect timing, on a Monday. Tall and Sassy actually came over before and after our bar trip, because Sassy isn't old enough to get in the bar, and it was pretty fun. I miss hanging out with them, even with all the petty bickering and what not.

Our Bum ended up spending the night on Monday and Tuesday, which of course meant a call, and a MySpace message, from Poor Me trying to get a hold of him. Always half in a liquor bottle (funny for someone claiming to be a recovering alcoholic, you should really read her MySpace, she's trying to be a figurehead for single parenting and it's hilarious if not sad) she whined that Our Bum had been going around telling people it was a mutual break up, while she says he left her, though I fail to understand how he could have left her if he is keeping the apartment and she's the one moving out and sending the kids out of state. She treats him like shit, I hope they don't head right back into the same pattern as in the past.

Prissy called the other day, under the ruse of chatting she finally got around to asking about Hairy's new girl. It's not that she doesn't want Hairy dating, hell Prissy has already broken up with a guy since the split with Hairy. It's that she knows this girl and who and what she is, and apparently she is a skank. I don't know if it's jealousy or what, but I've still been impressed that Hairy and Prissy have managed to keep some sort of friendship. Anyway, she basically wanted to know if Hairy was going to be bringing the new girl to next Monday because Prissy was thinking of coming. To be honest, I don't know. We really only see Hairy on Mondays and last Monday he was camping. Prissy ended up coming over. She had been hanging out with Hairy until he got a call and then came next door to see me. I miss her. I miss the girl talk. I'm glad she managed to make it past Li'l Mama's door to get here.

Last night Tall and Sassy came over, it was like old times, even Sassy said it. "Remember when..."

Looks like Tall is going to try and come to the bar this Monday. From the sound of it, quite a few people have already cleared their schedule for it, a couple of them may even be my mom and her boyfriend. That should be interesting. I have really been trying to get into the mind set that my mom can't judge me. About anything really. Weed? Hell, I started by pinching off her plants. Cigarettes? I used to sneak them from her pack when she was in the shower. Swearing? Grandma's not around, it's okay. Alcohol? She'll be drinking too (I'll have just started a few hours earlier.) So yeah, with this new mentality giving me strength, I'm hoping all will go well.

Alrightie, that's about it for now, I'm addicted to a new game we got for the XBox 360, Viva Pinata, and I feel it's about time to get back to it before the hubby gets home and wants to play Guitar Hero. Love you blog! (Love you doppelganger!)