A New Member Joins the Family

Time has been flying by at slow speed lately. Every day at work I seem to find myself more and more bored, dazing off and wondering when the next Vegas trip is gonna be and pondering if I'll ever find art to hang on my bedroom walls that I actually like.

I think about what games I'll bet (and most likely lose) on the upcoming weekend, what I'd like to do later in my life, and if there's some new music out there that I'd instantly fall in love with should I somehow find a way to discover it. I think about how I never go to any concerts nowadays. I think about how I never play poker seriously on a regular basis anymore.

I think about when payday is, I think about my delayed raises, and I wonder about how I can triple my yearly salary by the snap of a finger by stumbling upon some great get-rich-quick plan that no one else in the past two decades has ever thought about (we all think about that, don't we?)

I think about if I could have made it in on the felt if I would've put more study and discipline into the game. I wonder if I'll ever be able to man up and put some time and effort into writing or graphic design to actually do something for myself in life. I think about how little I have to do to get back to school within a reasonable amount of time so I don't end up like more than half of this uneducated country of ours, who struggle day in and day out to grind themselves a living in a shit job. I then think about how lazy I am and quietly turn my attention back to my work monitor for more mindless internet browsing.

Yay.

And then at the end of the week and at the end of the month, I wonder where my money went and how it's already halfway through football season. For as much time as I spend doing nothing, life sure seems to be going by a lot faster nowadays. I find excuses for why I haven't been blogging regularly or why I haven't done my full closet's worth of laundry in a month. I'll figure it out...next week.

Last weekend, after I spent the majority of my week doing as I described above, I went to Ventura on Saturday night for some time with Steph and her friends over some drinks. When I showed up at her house she had a huge, awkward smile on her face. She quickly came out of her room and slammed the door shut behind her.

I knew something was up, I just couldn't tell what. Maybe she was hiding a mess. Maybe she was hiding another guy. Maybe she was hiding...a fart?

I asked her what she was doing and she said nothing, but then I heard a distinct jingling sound that could only be a small pet. She opened the door and I saw a beautiful little kitty with a black eye patch. I've wanted the specific cat for a while, so I could call him Pirate (eye patch obv).

"Holy cow, did you just get him?"

"Yeah," she answered shyly. "He's Pirate. He's yours."

I was ecstatic! I've been wanting a pet for some time now, but our apartment won't allow dogs unless they're small, like cats. I'll never be the sole owner of such a dog, so I've been thinking of getting a badass kitty for a while. The one I would've picked out for myself is the exact one she found and adopted for me.

I went to pet him and he immediately took to me. Right off the bat he was the most loving cat I've ever seen. I took him home the next morning and he's been a blast to have around ever since.

To get on a real sappy note here, since I've re-met Stephanie, I've been happier than I've been in a long time. Before we started dating, I had found a subtle ground in life that allowed me to contently sail through it. Ever since I fell for Steph I've been better than fine, and I find myself thinking of her (and now Pirate of course) in times of mental peril.

Furthermore, here's some pictures of the badass:




And in his best Firefox impression: