=== Tilt-A-Whirl® ===

The meandering thoughts of a self-proclaimed dork

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August, Schmaugust

Again, I’ve been slacking when it comes to updating my blog. I guess it’s time to play catch up, eh?

I’ve had a pretty busy summer so far. I’m still working twelve hour days, four days a week. I wish I could say that I spend my weekends being productive or doing something fun, but I pretty much just catch up on sleep on my days off. It’s difficult for me to go to bed within the first couple of hours after getting home from work, so I don’t end up getting much sleep on my days off.

In July I became the proud father of a five year old beautiful half-Egyptian pure white cat name Mademoiselle Cléo. She loves to chase laser beams and roll on the floor. I’ll often wake up to find her lying down on my chest staring at me while purring. She’s a very sweet princess and I’m happy that she’s part of my life now. I had been without pets since high school (for purely selfish reasons—I don’t take the loss of anything well; whether it be via death, abandonment, breakups, etc) and I forgot how much love they can give ya. (Her pics are on my Facebook profile if’n anybody wants to see how pretty she is)

My love and social lives are still non-existent.  I recently discovered that the guy I dated in January-February gained about 50 lbs and is dating someone almost twice his age now. As mean as it sounds, it made me a bit happy that he gained so much weight. I usually go for stocky/chubby guys, as most guys look better with meat on their bones, but he looks horrible. In the recent pic I saw of him, he looked remarkably similar to Chunk from “The Goonies” (a movie which he had never heard of). I’ve never understood cross-generational romance. I find it hard to relate to anybody more than a few years older or younger in either direction. If I mention Debbie Gibson in casual conversation, I expect the person to know who I’m talking about. Most people born in the 80s wouldn’t have a clue who she was.  While I’m on this tangent, what’s up with the recent pandemic plague of bears only going after young twinks? In a way, that’s reverse discrimination. Although ‘chasers’ do exist out there, they’re really not as common as bears looking for them are (i.e. there are more bears looking for chasers than there are chasers looking for bears). Has anybody else noticed this alarming trend? I feel like I’m going to squish a guy if he’s a lot smaller than me. Maybe I’m the weird one in not being attracted to skinny hairless guys? Who knows. Thoughts and dialogue are always welcome on this topic J

I’m going to Albuquerque in a couple of weeks to see my family. I haven’t seen my sister since June of last year, my mom since Oct of last year, and my dad since May. It’s liberating being so far away from family, but at the same time it kind of sucks that I’m not around with them. 

In October, my long-awaited trip to Europe will start. I saved for two years in order to go and still don’t have nearly enough money to do much over there (especially after paying $800 for the plane ticket). I’m flying into Frankfurt, will take a week trip to Bulgaria or Turkey (I love Ottoman history), and then spend a few days in Prague and hopefully a day in Maastricht. I had planned on flying into Kiev and going to the Crimea or Chernobyl (I know, I’m crazy), but just don’t have the time or funds to go that far east this time around.

I’m on break from work right now, so I’m off to work some more. Hope all is well for everybody!

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Glad to hear your alive and well... HUGS... one of these years I hope to get to meet you...

Thank ya, kind sir :) *Huggerz* I make it to Seattle every other month or so, so we'll hafta do lunch one of these days!

That would be awsome :) I look forward to it

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