I still find it difficult to believe that I’m going to be twenty-two in fourteen days. It just… doesn’t seem fathomable. Sometimes I seriously wonder where the time went. It feels like I went to bed seventeen, holed up in the basement of my parents house, with my coffee and my cigarettes, and woke up twenty-two, on my own, practically married to the love of my life, with five cats and some on the way. I don’t know. The entire concept of getting older scares me, but I feel this is a good, promising age for me. I have the feeling that I’m going to accomplish something good at this age. What that is… well, we’ll have to see.

I’ve decided that I work too much. My hours at work have been cut, but I’m still sitting at about 30 hrs/week, while my co-workers are getting like… 12 and 16 hrs. Some of them are only working one shift a week. I get three days off this week, but I’m going to ask for the days surrounding my birthday off, so my tattoo gets a chance to (sort-of) start to heal before I go back to work. Jason better give them to me, because I’ll just call in if he doesn’t. I’m not hauling freight with a fresh tattoo on my arm, no sir.

My three days off this week are going to be dedicated to cleaning house, cleaning up this domain and getting a new layout up, and relaxing with heaps of books. The house isn’t too bad… it’s just the living room carpet that is going to take most of my attention. I better get help from the boyfriend too, or there’s going to be a rumble going on. I need to get everything nice and sparkly for Adam’s visit in March. Just because I live in the slums, doesn’t mean the inside of my house has to look like it.

I need to get ready for work. I don’t want to… but I must. Ugh. I’ll post again probably on Monday.

EDIT: I completely forgot to post this little goody, for all of my affiliates and visitors. Have a wonderful Valentines Day!

My life is feeling a bit chaotic right at this moment, I’m unsure how to begin, LOL.

I passed my evaluations at work with flying colours. I was actually surprised, because I’m apparently doing much better than I thought. Jason told me that I was actually in the higher areas of the spectrum, and he appreciated me being on the team because I was one of the only employees who listened to directions, did what I was told and actually worked instead of socialized. He said that he noticed my absence when I wasn’t working, and that I was one of his “go-to gals.” My only demerit was that I’m too quiet. Which made me internally roll my eyes, because at almost every job that I’ve ever had, that’s always been a point of contention. I’m not worried about it, but it kind of burned me a bit. I’m a quiet person, and on my breaks I’d rather read then engage in loud, vulgar, useless conversations with my co-workers. I don’t see why that’s a problem. I’d rather just get my work done and go home than stand around, chat and accomplish nothing. Ah well. That little point aside, it was good for my ego to feel appreciated. I needed a good boost.

My cat Elizabeth Bathory is pregnant. Which… I’m confused as to when that occurred. The father is either the stray that keeps breaking into my house (he broke through the window – I’ve named him Nathan Explosion because that’s who he reminds me of), or my little baby boy Lucifer. Though… I’m hoping it’s Lucifer, because if it isn’t… Mr. Nathan Explosion will have fathered three litters of kittens in my neighbourhood that I know of, and I have a kitten from each of the previous litters. After the kittens are born, Kaylie is going to help me to pay for having Elizabeth Bathory, Lucifer and Pickles fixed. Pickles isn’t old enough yet, but by the time we get through the first two, he should be. I’ve been speaking to friends, and I have homes already for three of them. I don’t think that my girl is going to have many babies. I’m waiting patiently for them to arrive… I’m excited. And you know… I really can’t help but be excited. I love cats. However… I feel awful, because I should have taken better precautions to prevent this situation. It was something I should have taken care of a long time ago, and I’ve given myself a good mental flogging over it. I know the friends that I’ve spoken to will provide good homes for the kittens.

Lately I’ve been listening to a lot of music that I used to be into when I was in early high school, just out of random boredom, and I must say that my favourite rediscovery is silverchair. I was a huge fan of these guys when I was younger, especially after Neon Ballroom came out. This is one of my favourite songs from that album:

I still even know all of the words.