Actually, I spent the evening (after bitching about everything in the world on this blog) at Tom's house with a teen-fest, and I feel much better.

But then, how can you NOT feel better when you show up at their house after rehearsal and they've made chicken parmasean and they have a gaggle (literally) of teenaged girls there, happy and giggling and thinking the worst thing the world has on offer is a bad hair day?

Tasha brought down three of her friends to hang out, and Sierra was already there, so that made five teenagers with a median age of about 15. They weren't rolling ecstasy or having sex with the football team or any of the things people say teenagers do. It was more of an estrogen-fest, really. Cutest moment? I come out of the shower dressed for bed and more than ready to go home,...

I hate rain. I hate cold. I hate winter. As you may surmise, I'm in a lovely mood.

Now, I'm not usually this negative, really. I know my blog entries may indicate otherwise, but I swear I'm usually a happy person. It's just been a really long couple of months.

So, my three tenants are down to one, who I have opted to rent my hovel out to starting... as soon as I have a bathroom. An ad goes in the paper this week for the front half of the house.

Ah, you say, but where will you live?

Good people, I have no clue. I'll work it out. I'm supposed to be looking at houses with a realtor this week, so maybe I'll find one I like enough to buy. If not, well, hell, I've been peeing outside for a few months now, what's wrong...

Ever look at your life and feel like you could easily be on Springer?

As I get older I wonder why I feel the need to simplify. Then I think objectively about my life and say, "Ah, yes, it's because I'm leading some freakish existence." Now, before I get going, let me say that I understand the following:
A) My life is the result of decisions I have made, and I do NOT blame anyone but myself for my unwise choices.
2) Stupidity is making the same decisions and expecting different results.
c) Compared to the Israeli soldier who dies for his country or the "freedom fighter" who flies a plane into a building for what he believes (or, for that matter, most of the people living in Kenneth City), my life is NOT that bad.

Ok, so to follow that thought... "embrace the suck" (Thanks, Lu!): I...