I’ve been busy…get over it lol…anyway shortly before my last entry, I wrote about the small, furry being that I had adopted. My kitten Dante. Oh yes, I in my wonderful brilliance thought, “hey, let’s start naming the pets after literary characters.” And I wanted him to have an Italian name, so I thought “hmm, Dante sounds cool.” Heather agreed. His middle name, though it goes unmentioned quite often (especially now) is Angelo. What does Angelo mean? Translates to “Angel” for all you morons out there. However, this could not be further from the truth. My cat is insane. I love him dearly, but oh my lord. He has ADD. I’m sure of it. And right now, he’s sitting by a wall socket playing with a cord that’s plugged in, despite my telling him not to. I often get the feeling my cat is giving me the ultimate “screw you” by ignoring me. Or maybe he’s not ignoring me. Maybe he’s purposely defying me, as all children do to their parents because they wish to get the last word in. So to speak. lol…anyway, he’s always getting into something. I never know what I’m going to find. He has a climbing habit. I don’t mean that he’s climbing the new couch or anything. He climbs us. Yes, he starts at our ankles and climbs all the way to our shoulders. The first time he did it, I stood in awe. The second time, I laughed. Now I try to figure out if he can hold on while I madly rush around. (He usually gives up around hip level.) He’s adorable and I’m so glad I have him. Even when he uses my forehead as a vaulting pad to get to the back of the couch or futon. Like I said, I love him dearly. It’s just become quite obvious that I reside in Dante’s Inferno.
A need to rant….
Okay basically lately I’ve been mostly happy. But I came across something today and now I feel a need to rant. All people that I’m ranting about shall remain nameless.
How to begin? Liars. I despise liars. Why do I despise liars? Because one of the people that I trusted most, absolutely believed would never hurt me, is nothing but a liar. I think it’s funny that this person totally dropped me on my ass. And now “they” are apparently a wonderful person. I call bullshit. I personally know this person was feeling a lot of guilt over some things and while I think it would be nice to believe they’ve made a complete turnaround, I don’t think it’s true. Why not? Because if so, they would have had regard for another person’s feelings, including mine, and they didn’t. Now, it is as if I never met this person, never knew them, and nothing ever happened. I want to thank this person because the shit they put me through actually led me to meeting someone who truly is wonderful, who truly does care about me, and who is willing to fight for me, stand up for me, and protect me in every way possible. This other person, the one who I am finding it extremely hard to forgive, has carried on with all their friends, but has left me with nothing. I have not seen this person in quite awhile now. And like I said, while I would love to believe that this person has truly changed for the better, I don’t think they have. If they had, I feel like they would have at least offered an explanation to me for the way they treated me, and maybe even a apology. No matter what happned, no one deserves to be treated the way that I was. But have they come forward to say anything to me? No, and they obviously despise me to such a great degree that they don’t even want to admit to knowing me. Oh yes, should this person ever read this entry, let me say this: you are such a good person and we should all bow down to your great example. Please oh please, let us all be more like you. After all, wouldn’t this world be a better place if we were all total bastards?
Design a perfect day….
Hmm…perfect day…I think it would be waking up to kisses from the person you love. Then a walk on the beach to watch the sunrise. Then back to the house for breakfast for two. Then pretty much lay in bed all day and watch movies. Spend the day doing nothing but relaxing and spending time with each other, reading, cooking together, whatever. Then an evening picnic on the beach under the stars. Stay up late, have a bonfire, do s’mores. Lay on the dark beach and listen to the waves crashing. Dear God what have I become?? lol…hey now you guys tell me what’s your perfect day.
Happiness is….
Okay first of all, I apologize to any faithful readers for how long it’s taken me to get to this entry. Been a little busy lately 
Onto the entry. Happiness is the simple things in life. A button up shirt from your boyfriend, a kitten to sleep with, a sunny day, trips to the beach, spontaneity. That last one is so important. It’s what keeps things interesting. Surprises. Surprises are awesome for both the people giving them and the ones receiving them. Happiness is, for me anyway, a cloudy day with rain pouring down. Or even better a walk through the rain down the strip mall where I work, lol. Happiness is good music and good friends. It’s having dinner with the people you’re close to, and being able to talk about anything. It’s being able to lie in bed next to someone without any fear. It’s texting all day long. It’s a cup of coffee, sharing ice cream, cooking for someone you love. It’s hugs from someone you’ve missed for awhile. It’s so many different things for different people. For me, the list goes on and on. It’s being able to totally be yourself with someone, without fear of judgement or rejection. It’s meeting someone new and learning as much as you can about them. It’s falling in love. It’s feeling things click. It’s feeling things fall into place. It’s a good book, a hot bath, and some scented candles. It’s really loud rock music in your car’s cd player, the volume turned way up and the windows rolled down. It’s knowing that someone needs you and that you make someone happy. It’s icees on a bench on a hot summer day. It’s laying on a bench on a warm summer night. It’s sitting on the steps in Big Spring Park, having a picnic dinner. It’s a kitten playing with your toes. It’s mini vacations. It’s waking up to kisses and making wishes, and having picnics under the stars. It’s the familiar scent of perfume or cologne and the way it takes you back. It’s hitting the snooze button in the morning! lol Okay, I think I’ve gone on enough now. So for all you who read this, tell me…what makes you happy?
