I’m going to bring back the importance of friendship. I was always the girl to not talk to when I was younger. It wasn’t until high school when I actually had friends. That’s why now, with the circle that I have now, I am not letting go, because you may never know when or if you’re going to run into friends like that again.
I haven’t been too well. Not going to lie–I’ve been downright miserable some days. However, whenever I’m around them (I call them Dysfunctional Spades Players on the site, but we’re called the Rat Pack, due to where we usually hang out as has a sad infestation of rodent and insect proportions), they make me laugh, and I feel better. They’re probably the few who truly make me happy these days, other than my parents. I enjoy their company, and vice versa. I’m bringing this up, because just yesterday, I went to visit them, and I had a carton of crab sticks and fries waiting for me. I didn’t eat all of it; my appetite has been dramatically curbed, which has caused me to lose about 10 pounds so far. But little random acts of kindness like that goes around our little circle. We all don’t expect it, but it happens anyway. That, my friends, is freaking great.
Even online I’m blessed. I’ve known Angel ever since she came out with Silent Confessions (and she doesn’t know it, but I still have that layout she wanted help coding on my hard drive ^-^). I didn’t think she’d be around for as long as she’s been. Then I have two of the old Bolt buddies, Echo and KC. I’ve practically seen Echo grow up from being a sophomore in high school (or was it freshman? I forget), and now she’s in college. And KC? He was and still is the Crib Sweetie.
So any day that I think I have no one, I think of everyone, past and present, who has endured my constant bitching about him. And for that, you guys, I thank you. If I were to become a billionaire tomorrow, I’m going to make sure that you get a piece. Make sure you don’t spend it all in one place. I might need a loaner some day. 😀 Just messing.
In other…less sappy news, my hip is okay. It turns out that it was a pulled muscle from the trauma of the fall. I was worried because after that blog entry, I was in horrible pain. Lifting my left leg to take my shoes off was painful to the nth degree. I’m happy it’s fine now because now I know I won’t need a metal hip for another 60 years, haha.
I’m going to start working on the coding of the layout for here. I know I said I would, but truth is, I’ve been putting it off because coding is a pain in the ass, and it’s not going to be the easiest to code. But I will dammit. Tomorrow most likely, depending on how I feel, and depending on how distracted I’m going to be with wrestling coming on.
Disclaimer for this next piece: I am not a sports fan, other than WWE wrestling, but even that’s more “Young and the Restless” meets professional wrestling. But I know a few Mets fans and I just love messing with them. I also hear about it at least three times a week from said fans, so I know a lot more about baseball than I care to know. So here it is…
*points and laughs at the New York Mets fans* How the hell do they croak after being in first for so long? Damn, that’s terrible! *points and laughs* It’s only happened twice in sports history before today. Oh well, there’s always next year. Make sure the pitcher doesn’t suck monkey nutsacks though! *points and laughs and falls off her bed*
All right, now that I have a good chunk of Queens (or all of NY for that matter) hating my guts now, I bid you adieu. Until next time, love your friends. And if they take your man, then chop your man’s cock off. Good night.