Saturday, March 22, 2003
The best thing to see on the faces of people actually living through the war. These are residents of Umm Qsar southern Iraq, cheering as British Royal Marines drive through the liberated parts of the town on Saturday.
Mikey was being stupid at 10:42 PM ::
Lily's back..... the little bitch decided to go on an excursion around the neighborhood. She disappeared around 11:30 a.m. .... I looked all over the neighborhood. I swear to God that I spotted her in the backyard across the alley. How many snowy white cats with a maroon collar and tags her exact frame, hair type and age could there be in the immediate vicinity. I called and called, and she refused to come. She would stare at me, and I swear I was staring right back at her face.
My sister came out calling to her and she ignored her as well... So I ran inside to get the cat food. When I came back out the old woman who lives in that house had come out, called "Andeee!" and the cat zoomed inside the house!! Apparently, it wasn't her at all. Well, that caused a lot of tension and heartache for me. So I went back inside and sulked in my room for a while. This was about 1:35 p.m.
The day went on, and after a late lunch, I headed to work. I was here being miserable when I received a call at around 6 p.m. My dad had gone by the house to fix a light and she was waiting outside the door!! Grrrr.... So, she's back... safe, but she seems a little nervous. She prolly lost a couple of her nine lives out there. At my dinner break, I went home... gave her hugs, she scratched me... It was all back to normal. The little bitch.
My sister came out calling to her and she ignored her as well... So I ran inside to get the cat food. When I came back out the old woman who lives in that house had come out, called "Andeee!" and the cat zoomed inside the house!! Apparently, it wasn't her at all. Well, that caused a lot of tension and heartache for me. So I went back inside and sulked in my room for a while. This was about 1:35 p.m.
The day went on, and after a late lunch, I headed to work. I was here being miserable when I received a call at around 6 p.m. My dad had gone by the house to fix a light and she was waiting outside the door!! Grrrr.... So, she's back... safe, but she seems a little nervous. She prolly lost a couple of her nine lives out there. At my dinner break, I went home... gave her hugs, she scratched me... It was all back to normal. The little bitch.
Mikey was being stupid at 8:48 PM ::
Lily's gone.
Mikey was being stupid at 5:26 PM ::
Sunday, March 16, 2003
Not the best of times, huh. AIM just won't work on my computer... but maybe it's best that I don't talk to anyone right now.
I don't know what's going on. Murphy's Law is running rampant in my life right now. I could go on all night about the individual things that have happened to me in the past few weeks, but in the end, I still have food spilled down my front and a 500-word blog that just got dumped TWICE due to buggy scripts.
I want to have fun and be happy like I did when I was a kid. But each day has been a challenge for me. It's difficult. It is so damn difficult... I've got to be strong. Because I need to help my friends, my loved ones... I can't be weak. I need to be strong for them. I made promises that I intend to keep. I will always be there for them.
Tonight, as I went through my daily routine here in the newsroom, soundbytes and headlines from CNN have made me consider that maybe Armageddon is at hand. Pssh. So thou sayeth. But I hear the news and it reminds me of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse... Impending war between the West and Middle East. A mysterious pneumonia makes its way around the world -- pestilence from the East. Famine continues in 3rd-world countries.
Death looms always.... omniscient and indefinite.
I want to just laugh and not give a shit, but the world is pretty dark lately. We need some happiness in our lives. You know... at the risk of quoting Dionne Warwick and/or Burt Bacharack, What the world needs now is love. It's the only thing that there's just too goddamm fucking little of.
I don't know what's going on. Murphy's Law is running rampant in my life right now. I could go on all night about the individual things that have happened to me in the past few weeks, but in the end, I still have food spilled down my front and a 500-word blog that just got dumped TWICE due to buggy scripts.
I want to have fun and be happy like I did when I was a kid. But each day has been a challenge for me. It's difficult. It is so damn difficult... I've got to be strong. Because I need to help my friends, my loved ones... I can't be weak. I need to be strong for them. I made promises that I intend to keep. I will always be there for them.
Tonight, as I went through my daily routine here in the newsroom, soundbytes and headlines from CNN have made me consider that maybe Armageddon is at hand. Pssh. So thou sayeth. But I hear the news and it reminds me of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse... Impending war between the West and Middle East. A mysterious pneumonia makes its way around the world -- pestilence from the East. Famine continues in 3rd-world countries.
Death looms always.... omniscient and indefinite.
I want to just laugh and not give a shit, but the world is pretty dark lately. We need some happiness in our lives. You know... at the risk of quoting Dionne Warwick and/or Burt Bacharack, What the world needs now is love. It's the only thing that there's just too goddamm fucking little of.
Mikey was being stupid at 11:40 PM ::