Bitch Stole my Pills

When I woke up early Monday morning I awoke to the neighbors fighting and boy were they loud. M & J were so loud you almost had to listen; well you really had no choice with the doors slamming and shouting. Had a lived in a bad area I would have hit the floor because anywhere else and bullets would have been flying. M was shouting to her boyfriend J that some of her painkillers were missing. J was denying this for all of about 30 seconds when he said, “Well what’s your problem I only took two!” Then M was like, “No J it was a hell of a lot more than two!” Then they argued for a bit and honestly I think J is so stupid that he doesn’t understand why M is so mad at him. Then M shouted, “You’re high right now aren’t you?!” Then she was like get the hell out and everything, and sure enough I heard the door slam. I thought it would have been an awkward time to take the trash out, because remember it was only 4am when all of this was going on. I saw him sitting in his car, but then you’ll never guess what happened… she let him in again and then M & J fighted some more. Surely I thought there’s no way that she would tolerate this, but he’s still living there. You see M is like 32, but she tells everyone including J that she’s only 30; and J I swear is like 18 (19 at the way oldest). Plus M has like a 7 year old daughter, plus she’s got this disease so she can’t work. Basically she seems to be happy to have a guy period.  I feel so sorry for M.

My Warehouse 13 Moment

In Artie’s office (or hub is a nice term, but I know Torchwood likes to use it) he’s got a ton of steampunk stuff, along with a lot of wood furniture; one of the many pieces are several card catalogues.

     Now card catalogues are big, heavy, and almost always made of wood. When the my local library was converting to computers as a kid (they were using DOS) eventually everything was put on the computers (I’m glad I didn’t have to type all of that stuff in, remember there weren’t any scanners, or if they were a small public library certainly couldn’t afford them), and what was left behind was hug massive card catalogues.

     I remember at first they tried to sell them… that didn’t work. The last few weeks that I saw them, they had signs for free on them. The problem wasn’t that someone wanted them; it was more of how to transport them. They were so heavy you’d need a ton of guys just to lift a small section… big moving trucks were mandatory.

     But I think now that there might be some hype about them (TV shows can create surges in particular fields; like there’s about 50 Forensic Anthropologists in North America; because of “Bones” expect that number to rise fast and quickly) (so for Warehouse 13 it’s probably safe to expect a huge surge of applicants for the Secret Service, which only deals with security for the president and counterfeiting) (Also counterfeiting is the only crime mentioned in the constitution other than treason), so I’m expecting that one day when I have room for a huge card catalogue, that I’d most likely have to build my own since they are either hard to find since they aren’t making new ones (remember they’re made of expensive wood, these days they would be made of plastic or metal), and the popularity of the show will cause the few easy to find ones to be quickly snatched up.

Waiting on V

     I always expect to get instant gratification when I send an email, like everyone is waiting by their computers for a message from me, or that everyone is constantly connected like me with my Android G1.  I saw the last time V logged on was the 21st, so in reality I could be looking at a week before she logs on again.  I could get a response in an hour or a couple of weeks from now… the suspense is literally killing me. 

     I mean V isn’t the girl I thought I’d end up with, I mean we all have a mental list of what we think is perfect in a mate.  I think in reality we all reach a point where we realize that no one exists that can match our minds perfection of a perfect mate.  I don’t really attend on settling, but I just think there are different kinds of perfect; stuff we never would have guessed we loved, but once we have it, we just can’t live without it. 

     The wait….

V on MySpace

     The dream from the other day has had me pretty freaked, I mean when you have one of those lost love dreams. You never seem to be aware that it’s a dream, even though pink elephants can be walking through central park and you’re just okay with it… that’s normal. I mean if I knew it were a dream I’d be having like mad sex, yet I never do and just seem to play out my mind’s weird idea for fu**ing with me.

     Yeah because I don’t feel crappy enough that I left the love of my life go and I can’t get her back. That’s when the really weird s**t started happening. Last night (I only got 4.5 hours of sleep to which you’ll learn why in the next couple of sentences), I got this urge to just search V’s name on MySpace search and it never yielded any results before, but now was different. I had found V’s brother on MySpace (but he really hates me, so asking for help to find his sister was certainly out of the question), and I also found V’s sister (she always liked me and thought that me and V were a good fit; but would she remember me after all of this time?).

     I decided not to play the sister card until I was sure there weren’t any options. I had decided a couple of months ago to give up looking for V, I wasn’t like a stalker, but I just wanted to make sure she was okay and if she needed help or something.

     I had occasionally done a search for her online, but not once had anything relevant come up. I mean for someone our age not to at minimum have a MySpace or Facebook page would be odd, so I chalked it up to the fact that she might not be alive anymore. I wasn’t happy with the idea but I couldn’t find anything to support she was even alive anymore. At that point I decided that maybe I should leave well enough alone, it was better to have a positive memory of her then to realize I may have dodged a bullet.

     So when I did the search, her name popped up and she literally lives like two hours away. She recently started a MySpace profile in like June… just couldn’t fu**ing believe it. I check her photo album and it was her, my god I almost forgot how hot she was.

     Then the question wasn’t if I should email her, I mean what if she’s not the same person I once knew; I mean I did learn she has at least one kid. I think it’s a question that most guys ask themselves if they met the girl of their dreams could they overlook the fact they are not the father to her present day kids. I mean for any other girl, the answer would clearly be NO, but for V… I might just do anything for her. I mean yes some other guy is the father, but they are still 50% her… and what I claim to do is love V, so accepting the kids shouldn’t be a problem.

     I will admit I have doubts that I could do it, but for V I would sure as hell try. That’s why I only slept 4.5 hours, and when I woke up I just sat on the couch and thought. So I did it….

A Midsummer’s Night Dream

To understand the weirdness of my dream you have to have seen a new show on the Syfy channel called “Warehouse 13”. Warehouse 13 is about a secret government agency that collects magical items and stores them in a warehouse in South Dakota, until they can figure out how they work. Basically as one of the characters puts it on the show:

Can you even explain to me how a radio works? Huh? NO and you don't really care as long as you get the traffic report right? If a radio landed in the hands of Thomas Jefferson, you know what Jefferson would do? He would just lock it up until he figured out it wasn't going to kill him and that is exactly what we do here.

Well in the pilot episode one of the characters picks up a tea pot that grants wishes, that is unless you wish for something that’s impossible and then you get a ferret. In another hilarious quote by one of the characters on the show:

You, uh, wished for a transfer, didn't you? Oh, see, impossible wishes, wishes that can never be granted, they produce a ferret. Don't ask me why. My first year here, the whole place was crawling with ferrets.

Once you know this basic information about the show “Warehouse 13” you can fully understand the depths of my dream.

In my dream I’m sitting in a tent (which looks like one of those wedding tents that they have setup for guests and the foods at weddings on the off chance it might rain, which ironically is good luck if it rains on a brides wedding day). Right across from me is V and she’s looking gorgeous as ever, but she’s depressed and trying to down some pills. She’s crying and the whole time I’m happy because I haven’t seen her in years (she was and is the love of my life, but that in itself is a very long story). So I grab the pills and down them myself to save her from taking them herself. I of course immediately realize what I’m doing and stick my fingers down my thought and puke them back up (and they say that these supermodel reality shows are corrupting America’s youth, they saved my life… well at least in my dream anyways). So at that point I turn to V and I’m ready to tell her what a fool I was and how much I love her and right before the words come out of my mouth she turns into a ferret. Apparently in my dream I didn’t notice it or think it was odd, so there I am declaring my undying love to a ferret.