Which is conflicting, but then again, most things involving me are.
I quit smoking for 2 hours in PEI. But then I started again. I tried again today. Fail, but I'm trying to be optimistic?
Instead of buying cigarettes today, I spent 12$ on making a carrot cake with cream cheese frosting. Which is now pretty much gone. But it was something to do. I can't help but feel like I could have found something cheaper to do, though.
Today is also Thanksgiving. I am giving thanks for having some really awesome friends, and some kinda shitty ones, and for strangers who are nice -- even when there's no reason for them to be. I think I give more thanks for them than I do for the friends.
Later I will trace my hand and make it into a turkey and write that on it, then tape it to the fridge. Except I will never actually do that. I'm just saying that because it entertains me...
Beebz has acquired a keyboard or something similar, and he is constantly serenading us with it's music. It's not so bad, except I jacked the stereo out of the kitchen because nobody was using it, and it was just taking up space. So I could listen to music that I want to listen to, it's just that I feel it's rude to listen to recorded music when there's already someone providing it. And Shay is also listening to music as well.
Ronny came for a visit today.
I am just prepping him for the day when I finally stuff him into a backpack and run away to Truro. We will eat chicken carcasses together and listen to Regina Spektor. And live behind Giant Tiger in an old shipping container.
At night, we will stroll to the statue of the terrifying figure with an organ and dance and sing our own words to Culture Club hits -- because our lives will be so unbelievably inhuman that we'd need to make our own words.... because none of the songs would make sense to us.
We will collect reflective tape off of traffic signs and stranger's bicycles by cover of darkness, and eventually, after our teeth fall out and our clothes rot off we can cover ourselves in them and dart in and out of the woods, frightening the people and be forever remembered as ominous guardians of the night.
It would make a fantastic bedtime story for the children of Truro. And only the smart ones would ask why a cat was wearing clothes. And only the smart parents would know he sometimes wears a bowtie.
