Hot Hot Hot!!!

"Hot Hot Hot!!!" by The Cure

The first time I saw lightening strike
I saw it underground
Six deep feet below the street
The sky came crashing down
For a second that place was lost in space
Then everything went black
I left that basement burning
And I never went back

The second time I saw it strike
I saw it at sea
It lit up the fish like rain
And rained them down on me
For a second that boat was still afloat
Then everything went black
I left it underwater
And I never went back

Hey hey hey!!!
But I like it when that lightening comes
Hey hey hey!!!
Yes, I like it a lot
Hey hey hey!!!
Yes, I'm jumping like a jumping jack
Dancing screaming itching squealing fevered
Feeling hot hot hot!!!

The third time I saw lightening strike
It hit me in bed
It threw me around
And left me for dead
For a second that room was on the moon
Then everything went black
I left that house on fire
And I never went back

Hey hey hey!!!
But I like it when that lightening comes
Hey hey hey!!!
Yes, I like it a lot
Hey hey hey!!!
Yes, I'm jumping like a jumping jack
Dancing screaming itching squealing fevered
Feeling hot hot hot!!!
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Russell told me that this song is about drug-use but it's difficult for me to see Robert Smith taking drugs. He's so innocent, in so many ways. Adorable little guy...

Hello dearest, darling readers. We got our heat back today. (Finally.) The landladies filled up our oil tank again, so we should be good for the remainder of the cold season. YAY.

I think we're going to renew our lease in July. Stay here for another year. Figure out some sort of laundry agreement with our neighbor Mel, so we don't have to drive out to Madison County for clean clothes. Not that I mind spending time with Kathey and the gang, but it is an awful drain on resources at such a time as this, when we have so very little to begin with.

We're going to tack on some provisos for the renewal, however. Stuff that would make us more willing to stay here another year. And from what I gather, the land-owners need renters in this place. This property sat for years without occupants and it's unhealthy for a property to do that. Things fall into disrepair without proper use or maintenance. The apartment across from ours still hasn't been rented out. Unbelievable. It's comparable to ours, and costs the same to rent each month. $500 deposit, $500 per month. All utilities included. No washer/dryer hook-ups. No pets. No smoking inside. But the place is adorable, apart from one room that was inexplicably painted blue at some point. Who knows? We, in fact, were more interested in that one than the one we currently reside in - but Katie told us someone else wanted that one so we settled for this one instead. Complacent old us. Don't know any better. Silly.

Anyways.

Our list of desirables so far, as we have until May to add onto it as we see fit. This is what we were able to come up with last night in a fit of brain-storming:

That a pet house rabbit be allowed to reside within the apartment, with a minimum monthly pet deposit - refundable, of course - if necessary.
That a disposal be installed in the kitchen sink.
That the $15 paid each month to Katie & Laura for use of their wireless internet be included in the $500 renter's fee.
That a cable package of some sort be included in the $500 renter's fee.
That the windows be repaired or replaced, as agreed upon our arrival here in July 2009.
That the heating vents be cleaned professionally.
That some sort of air filter be affixed to the heating vents to prevent allergens from contaminating the air within the apartment.

That is all. So far.

I think we can get all of it no sweat, except maybe the internet and cable. But that's understandable, I guess.

I really want a bunny. I miss Cookie. So much.

The Many Different Kinds of Love

The reason I never see Cookie is that Russell and I don't exactly get on. I miss that kid sometimes. The friendship. The closeness. The trust, the laughter, the bizarre unnameable connection. I don't miss the dating aspect. But I hate that - to him, now - I don't exist. That all of that stuff before we were an item doesn't exist anymore. It doesn't mean anything. It's like that with all my ex's. I disappear. I hate that. I hate disappearing. I feel so insignificant and invisible. I remember them. I still love them, in a way. Not in the couple-way. Not romantic or longing or passionate. But it is love. Or something like it.

I feel like we use the word "love" for too much. It applies to too many different things. The Greek had a better handle on it, what with their four kinds of love.

Agápe - True Love
Éros - passionate, sensual love
Philia - friend/familial love, brotherly love
Storge - platonic love, almost exclusively among family

I have lots of bad memories when it comes to love. I have a bad track record, so to speak. And I'm sure I'll go into that more later. But, the word "love" and the topic of love, the feelings and memories that this word produces within me, brings me to the topic of Poncho. My beloved, my betrothed, my fiancé, my soul-mate, my best friend. My life's blood. My other half. My rock. My home. I love him.



We're hoping to be married 12-12-2012. It's a Wednesday. We want a Disney World wedding. I want a big poofy white dress. Lots of flowers. Apply to all 5 senses, with lovely appearances, lovely smells, lovely sounds, comfortable arrangements for seating, and amazing food and drink. I'm so excited!!!


We've been together as a couple since July 18th, 2009.

We've been best friends since we met March 22nd, 2009. <3



1/2 carat diamond, set in platinum, with a 1/4 carat sapphire hidden underneath the diamond.



We're very happy with it. :)

Bunny Rabits

I want a bunny. I love bunnies. Bunnies are like horses. ...You probably don't believe me. But, they're both prey animals. There are a lot of similarities there, promise. Google that shit.

The reason I bring up the similarities is this: I want to do bunny therapy, like other people have done equine therapy. Bunnies are easier to transport than horses, cheaper to house and feed. You'll never be trampled by a stampede of bunnies, one would hope. If a bunny kicks you, you probably won't break anything. They're arguably cuddlier. Fluffier, in most cases. They do that cute nose wiggle thing. I've never seen a horse accomplish that nose wiggle. Horses do that scary toothy grimace thing. Eek.

Everywhere you go in the continental US, you are within a mile of a house bunny who needs a home. Every year at Easter, bunnies are bought at pet stores and given to children. Children who abuse them, even if it's unintentionally. Bunnies are not good with kids. The bunnies are taken to shelters and put down by the dozen a few days after Easter. If you're going to get a bunny, know what you're getting yourself into. And for goodness' sake, adopt, don't buy your bunny from a pet-store. (Don't even get me started on pet-stores). My program will teach people about bunnies. Raise awareness. They're not hamsters. You can't just stick them in cages and feed and water them. They're like dogs and cats. They need socializing. They need time out of their cage. They need special care, special food, you even hold them and pick them up in a certain way. No one knows this stuff. It needs to get out there.

Bunnies are so intriguing. Just read Watership Down. They have such a fascinating social system. Grooming, for instance, can be a rabbit's way of insulting you, or paying homage to you, or of relaxing itself, or of showing you that you're the boss. There is a chain of command among bunnies in nature. Bunnies on the bottom of the totem pole don't get groomed. Their whiskers are bitten off to stubs. Sad, really.

I want to be a part of the House Rabbit Society. I want to foster house rabbits. I want a room in my (future) house to be devoted entirely to bunnies. You can litter-box train them. You can socialize them like dogs and cats.



Cookie, the bunny I had when I was with Russell, was the best pet I ever had. He was an aggressive little bugger, but so loving. I haven't seen Cookie in months.

I miss him very much.