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Gloom, despair…

and agony on me. Deep dark depression, excessive misery. If it weren’t for bad luck, I’d have no luck at all. Gloom despair and agony on me.



I have to stop reading gloomy books and watching gloomy TV specials about the decline of America. It’s happening and will continue to happen and there is not one thing I can do about it, so why expose myself to so much GLOOM? Meh.

I’m a realist. I prefer to see things how they are rather than pretend that it’s different. That said, I also have to be wary of my Scorpio nature and avoid wallowing. I’ve been wallowing in the bad news lately. It’s true that American is in decline as is the rest of Western civilisation. Reading books and watching shows won’t change that. Neither will camping out in a park, for that matter. It’s WAY WAY beyond that happy crappy.

But why not just step back and try to find a reason to be happy? I’m trying, I swear, but I’m not getting anywhere. I’ve had a string of failures the last few years that have been demoralising and, well, a DRAG, MAN. Weight loss: FAIL. Breaking Think Weasel! out into something profitable: FAIL. Selling jewelry: FAIL. Trying to sell extra crap and clothes for some cash: FAIL. Attitude adjustment: FAIL. Staying young: FAIL. Doing volunteer work: FAIL. Conquering the Vile Organ: FAIL. Making enough extra money to bail us out: FAIL. Trying to stop drinking/smoking: FAIL. Hell, even the antidepressants failed! THAT is a serious FAIL.

I mean, really? REALLY? There is precious little I’ve done in the past few years that is NOT a failure. Then I look around and the whole goddam world is failing. Everything.

Well, when I put it like that, I guess there’s a reason I’m off my game lately, eh? Let the WHINING BEGIN. Continue reading “Gloom, despair…”

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Weather, 5th, pets & PackRats

Weather: still sucking. I’m SICK of rain. I’ll take the pollen at this point.

5th Anniversary: excellent meal at Cafe Lily. We started with mussels in creme sauce, Nick had salmon w/ mango and cherry salsa and I had grilled lamb tenderloin with moroccan spices. We had a big slab of flourless bittersweet chocolate cake with hazelnuts and raspberry sauce for dessert and Chef Anthony sent us over some very expensive Late Harvest Zinfandel to go with it – gratis. Thanks, Anthony and the meal was awesome! :-)

Pets: Poor Stormy. She has lost SO MANY pets since I’ve known her. Her cat went missing yesterday and they found him today as they were walking around their neighborhood looking for him. Apparently a neighbor’s dog killed Minion and the neighbor kindly put him out with the trash despite the frelling COLLAR AND TAGS on him. Fucking asshole ghetto dwellers. I’m so bummed about it. He was a sweet cat and this is her second eaten by a goddam dog. I really don’t like dogs much. This also makes me think that’s what happened to Bernie: some stupid pit bull killed her and the owners just put her out with the trash. Fucking NICE people in the ‘hood, lemme tell you. It’s upsetting that people could be so frelling dispassionate. I’ll tell you one thing, if I ever found out who was responsible for Bernadette’s demise, they’d have a bullet in them – person OR dog. Maybe both. But probably just the dog. Let them have a bit of their own medicine.

And finally, to try to lift the mood (although I’m not in a very good one), a shout out to our parallel universe counterparts in Seattle: packratcomic.com. This girl is a female Nick – just look at the drawing and the humour!! Also: their 5 year anniversary was ALSO April 1st. Same as US! WEIRD!

Now, I’m tired from being upset today and I need sleep. Hopefully tomorrow will be dry with some SUN. Frell.