Waiting for the Music

I'm not sure if there is anything more sad (could say pathetic, but I don't want to look bad) than just hanging out at the house, alone again, trying to figure out what to do with my time. Well, I guess that isn't true. I could have all the blinds closed, all the curtains drawn, sitting in the dark rocking back and forth. No one really wants that.
The boy decided that he was done with me a couple of days ago. Apparently he'd made that decision earlier in the week, but waited until Thursday to tell me. On the phone no less. Am I such an imposing figure that all the boys I date end our relationships on the phone? Or e-mail? I drank most of yesterday, but it didn't really numb anything. Waste of damn good rum too.
Had long talks with Bruno. Like him a lot, he has the potential to be a good friend. The only problem is that he is so damn busy, has so many other friends, I can't monopolize his time. The other kink is that he is a good friend of the boy. I want to be careful there. Don't want to rely on him, especially when he plans on road tripping to "Dunno" sometime soon. I'm seriously going to have to find more friends, but they are all out at the stores. I'm thinking there has been a mad dash lately and no one informed me. Totally sucks dude.
Meanwhile, I've been sitting here forever waiting on yahoo's music to play on a consistent basis. I hate having to wait. Patience really isn't my strong suit.
Did the switch of stuff with the boy yesterday. He's still got one of my books and I'm pretty sure I have a shirt. But the important stuff came back. My handcuffs and my Muppet Show DVD collection. You know, the essentials.
Other than that, another day is being wasted. I am almost finished with the afghan I'm making for one of my employees. She provided the materials, I'm just making the thing. I hope she likes it. If not, she can always sell it.
Wish I had something to do tomorrow. I really need to go grocery shopping. The cat has next to nothing to eat. And all I have is Diet Coke.

"Lord, here comes the flood/
We will say goodbye to flesh and blood."

Cpt. Morgan....my new best friend

What is it about relationships that makes you physically ill?
Is it the lack of communication?
The lack of sex?
The lack of physical intimacy?
The constant bullshit and mindgames?
Ahhh. Wait, I know. It is the complete lack of consideration when keeping a date. Of course. It is always the simple things that can cave a perfectly substandard coupling. Why hasn't anyone come up with this as an answer before? I'm not sure how it was missed. Isn't timeliness one of the Deadly Sins?
"And I guess I'm still pretty angry,
And I don't want to be.
I don't know which was the bigger waste of time,
Missing you or wishing instead it was me."

The Captain is the only one who understands me now.

Holy Hell Batman...

Apparently someone has been reading my blogs (the very few that I have) and have been waiting for me to post again! My profound apologies to any and all. I had no clue that anyone was even reading my blathering. Wow. Don't I have a little egg on my face.
Where do I begin? I've moved to Louisville back in July of '04. Life is different here than it was in K.C. People are different, less busy, more friendly, more.... hmm: Southern. One of the main challenges to moving out here was moving away from everyone I knew and trying to make new friends, date and work all at the same time.
Making new friends is going slow. I can't socialize with people I work with because they work for me. I hate the bar scene because you aren't really looking for new friends, but someone to meet on a more intimate level. You don't always want to be friends with someone you are sleeping with! (Sometimes it is just about getting laid.) I've made a couple new friends, but I'm still working on it.
Dating has just bottomed out again. I've been dating one guy for a couple of months, but apparently if I don't go see him, he doesn't really have time for me. Thinking this means that "He's not really into me." Really this is just a pain in the ass, but what are you going to do? Eh, oh well. Life goes on in obscure nations anyway.
Work is not something that I even want to think about today.
Sorry again folks. Or just folk. I'll get my act together eventually. Meanwhile, I'll try and post more. At least more than every 9 months!