Why, hello from the Pacific Northwest. I'm presently sitting in a painfully boring lecture and I want to fuck off, so I will.
Since the last time I wrote... where would I begin? Well, I got involved in the wrong crowd, namely the asshole from Mississippi who stole my dog and tried to get me incarcerated. I didn't give him or his sorry-ass mother a shot at getting forgiveness. True to form, the cops out here in suburbistan are more concentrated on pulling people over for traffic violations... and it's never the people that deserve them. I absolutely loathe getting on the road out here. It is like running a gauntlet.
My license and criminal record remain spotless despite my ex's efforts to the contrary. Really, I hope the son of a bitch dog thief fries and that every cop who subject stops someone for a broken taillight is subject to an internal review panel. Make of this what you will.
My beloved dog remains unreturned. I was told to take it to civil court, and I did. Awaiting word from the animal rights lawyer on that and not supposed to talk about the details. Blah. Chloe, my Siberian Husky, has 3/4 of an acre and four foster brothers of the pug and French bulldog variety (my roommate is an altruist, ex-Mormon from Alaska) to welcome her home. She is my sweet, gentle therapy dog, who gives sweet snuggles to everyone she meets. Inuit legend has it that how you treat your husky in this life determines how you will be treated in the next life. In my dog's eyes, I saw a tireless worker with a big playful husky heart. I won't give up on her. Ever.
I've been seeing a guy who is really different, he's a bit older, works for a bank, ever so sweet and supportive emotionally. In the interest of Bluelight, he used to buy crack in Hunter's Point (a really bad neighborhood in San Francisco) and has a nutjob French ex-wife, 2 adult children, and 2 chihuahuas. He also has his shit majorly together and took me on our first real date to a super swanky dressup type place. He is blond and gorgeous and our last date was spent going through files in his house in the adjacent suburb. Quite the difference from that piece of trash from Mississippi. Nothing against Mississippi. I'll take crack and San Francisco for a daily double, Alex.
Work and school are what they are. I'm entering an odd pattern of sobriety aside from the green and the occasional pint or glass of wine. I am healthier and I do not need to worry about any more bullshit. Nearly quit the benzos as well, there will always be an emergency Valium in my purse. I'm in better shape physically and mentally, no longer drowned.
Obama has another 4 years in office and I think that's awesome.
Weed and same-sex marriage got legalized in Washington. My family about passed out and said "what the hell is that corner of the country thinking". They haven't been to see me here so it's about half-time at home. I want to believe in this lovely Pacific Wonderland. It costs a fraction in school and living. I'm tired of the constant travel. Alaska will still be there in a few months.
My battery is dead. I hope this finds everyone well, it's been a nice lunch.
Since the last time I wrote... where would I begin? Well, I got involved in the wrong crowd, namely the asshole from Mississippi who stole my dog and tried to get me incarcerated. I didn't give him or his sorry-ass mother a shot at getting forgiveness. True to form, the cops out here in suburbistan are more concentrated on pulling people over for traffic violations... and it's never the people that deserve them. I absolutely loathe getting on the road out here. It is like running a gauntlet.
My license and criminal record remain spotless despite my ex's efforts to the contrary. Really, I hope the son of a bitch dog thief fries and that every cop who subject stops someone for a broken taillight is subject to an internal review panel. Make of this what you will.
My beloved dog remains unreturned. I was told to take it to civil court, and I did. Awaiting word from the animal rights lawyer on that and not supposed to talk about the details. Blah. Chloe, my Siberian Husky, has 3/4 of an acre and four foster brothers of the pug and French bulldog variety (my roommate is an altruist, ex-Mormon from Alaska) to welcome her home. She is my sweet, gentle therapy dog, who gives sweet snuggles to everyone she meets. Inuit legend has it that how you treat your husky in this life determines how you will be treated in the next life. In my dog's eyes, I saw a tireless worker with a big playful husky heart. I won't give up on her. Ever.
I've been seeing a guy who is really different, he's a bit older, works for a bank, ever so sweet and supportive emotionally. In the interest of Bluelight, he used to buy crack in Hunter's Point (a really bad neighborhood in San Francisco) and has a nutjob French ex-wife, 2 adult children, and 2 chihuahuas. He also has his shit majorly together and took me on our first real date to a super swanky dressup type place. He is blond and gorgeous and our last date was spent going through files in his house in the adjacent suburb. Quite the difference from that piece of trash from Mississippi. Nothing against Mississippi. I'll take crack and San Francisco for a daily double, Alex.
Work and school are what they are. I'm entering an odd pattern of sobriety aside from the green and the occasional pint or glass of wine. I am healthier and I do not need to worry about any more bullshit. Nearly quit the benzos as well, there will always be an emergency Valium in my purse. I'm in better shape physically and mentally, no longer drowned.
Obama has another 4 years in office and I think that's awesome.
Weed and same-sex marriage got legalized in Washington. My family about passed out and said "what the hell is that corner of the country thinking". They haven't been to see me here so it's about half-time at home. I want to believe in this lovely Pacific Wonderland. It costs a fraction in school and living. I'm tired of the constant travel. Alaska will still be there in a few months.My battery is dead. I hope this finds everyone well, it's been a nice lunch.