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"Magical Mystery Tour"
Apr. 1st, 2004 10:06 pmMan, I'm tired. My eyes itch and my head is fuzzy. My houseguest is sleeping on the sofa in the living room. I wonder.. do more women snore than men?
How I aquired my houseguest. About 2 years ago, in a fit of minor depressive loneliness I logged onto Yahoo and started searching the profiles. I do this when I'm bored or just want to see if there is any one out there in the universe that might also be lonely and bored and just looking for someone else to chat or play with. So, ok.. if this makes me sound like a sad person, it's just because you never did it either.
Anyway, I started chatting with a woman that I thought I was interested in.. however, when I met her, there was no 'spark' no attraction. She was a nice enough person, and she definitely needed some friends, so I became her friend. I helped her out financially and chatted with her when she was depressed and needed someone to talk to. Nothing physical.. that wasn't a possibility for me.
She was connected to a guy in L.A. Some ex-rockstar from a group called Restless that came and went like a snowflake on a hot griddle. He invited her out there, and she went. And stayed... and tried to find work (I think). She stayed for 2 1/2 years and eventually decided that when he (ex-rockstar) had ignored her enough, she came back by way of Texas, Louisiana, Mississippi, Oklahoma City and Tulsa.
When she got back here, she got a job selling fuzzy bears that sang beatles tunes. She was sleeping on the couch of a family that has a psychotic daughter that would do things like put her finger up an unsuspecting persons nose while that person was sleeping. Her health and her sanity were deteriorating, or so I felt. I invited her to crash on my sofa for a while, till she was healthier and able to find her own space.
She's been here since right after Jan 1st. She's been in the hospital for ulcers, and she tends to sleep a lot. She's also crimping my hermit like style. I have hinted strongly to the point of being blunt that it's time for her to find her own place. She's made some moves in that direction, so I know it will happen. The only question is when. I truely believe the answer is soon. And I'm waiting for the answer to be now.
Needless to say, I'm not living alone now, but she certainly reinforces why I should. I have a new job, and I'm doing ok. The pay is kinda odd, when it happens. I've gotten one paycheck, and I'm wondering if I'll get a second. It's a bit stressful, but I'm learning a lot of things and I have my hands working on technical stuff again.
Speaking of which, I'm planning on creating a kit. This kit will be a model of Da Vinci's Flying machine. It'll have a wing span of about 13 inches, and I'm going to market them to schools, museums, places like that. I don't expect to make a million dollars, but I do expect to make a little bit. I'm kinda talented, so I ought to do something with that talent. This is a fun thing, and maybe I can do something with it that will continue to be fun and profitable. I keep thinking that in 3 years I'm going to be 50. I do believe I need something to carry me along.
I've started a new story.. a new Shopkeeper story. I'm hoping it becomes a real story, not just a short story. No, Jen, I haven't given up on my life story.. it's still in process, and it'll get out there someday.
But this is enough for tonight. I'm tired, I'm comfortable..least more than I was 2 weeks ago. Life is good, I'm loved and happy.
How I aquired my houseguest. About 2 years ago, in a fit of minor depressive loneliness I logged onto Yahoo and started searching the profiles. I do this when I'm bored or just want to see if there is any one out there in the universe that might also be lonely and bored and just looking for someone else to chat or play with. So, ok.. if this makes me sound like a sad person, it's just because you never did it either.
Anyway, I started chatting with a woman that I thought I was interested in.. however, when I met her, there was no 'spark' no attraction. She was a nice enough person, and she definitely needed some friends, so I became her friend. I helped her out financially and chatted with her when she was depressed and needed someone to talk to. Nothing physical.. that wasn't a possibility for me.
She was connected to a guy in L.A. Some ex-rockstar from a group called Restless that came and went like a snowflake on a hot griddle. He invited her out there, and she went. And stayed... and tried to find work (I think). She stayed for 2 1/2 years and eventually decided that when he (ex-rockstar) had ignored her enough, she came back by way of Texas, Louisiana, Mississippi, Oklahoma City and Tulsa.
When she got back here, she got a job selling fuzzy bears that sang beatles tunes. She was sleeping on the couch of a family that has a psychotic daughter that would do things like put her finger up an unsuspecting persons nose while that person was sleeping. Her health and her sanity were deteriorating, or so I felt. I invited her to crash on my sofa for a while, till she was healthier and able to find her own space.
She's been here since right after Jan 1st. She's been in the hospital for ulcers, and she tends to sleep a lot. She's also crimping my hermit like style. I have hinted strongly to the point of being blunt that it's time for her to find her own place. She's made some moves in that direction, so I know it will happen. The only question is when. I truely believe the answer is soon. And I'm waiting for the answer to be now.
Needless to say, I'm not living alone now, but she certainly reinforces why I should. I have a new job, and I'm doing ok. The pay is kinda odd, when it happens. I've gotten one paycheck, and I'm wondering if I'll get a second. It's a bit stressful, but I'm learning a lot of things and I have my hands working on technical stuff again.
Speaking of which, I'm planning on creating a kit. This kit will be a model of Da Vinci's Flying machine. It'll have a wing span of about 13 inches, and I'm going to market them to schools, museums, places like that. I don't expect to make a million dollars, but I do expect to make a little bit. I'm kinda talented, so I ought to do something with that talent. This is a fun thing, and maybe I can do something with it that will continue to be fun and profitable. I keep thinking that in 3 years I'm going to be 50. I do believe I need something to carry me along.
I've started a new story.. a new Shopkeeper story. I'm hoping it becomes a real story, not just a short story. No, Jen, I haven't given up on my life story.. it's still in process, and it'll get out there someday.
But this is enough for tonight. I'm tired, I'm comfortable..least more than I was 2 weeks ago. Life is good, I'm loved and happy.
