Since I hung up the phone after talkin to yank this morning I might've changed my mind. Hell, I am fine with spendin time in the middle of the woods. Even with the lake option. It's all a matter of perspective. In the last hour and a half the combination mum-sis-kitten has caused more havoc than my apartment has seen in years. And Ive got scratch marks all over my both hand and am still bleeding a bit on my right foot since the other two are too scared to correct that little bastard when the cats are hissing.
My cat is mean, no doubt about that. But he's straight forward with it, he doesnt fuss about and is quite clear with what he wants. I dig that, no problem. And he doesnt try and play on being cute...
This little furball has so far also been fiddling with the cables behind the telly, changed the screen settings on my laptop and - oh yeah, almost forgot.. - peed in my bed. The bed that I no longer sleeps in caused my family is camped out here, the very bed that all pets are fobidden to be in. But my sister had sneaked him up while I was in the shower and mum was partner in crime. Sigh. Now Im on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
Thats when my mum starts with the sad voice and cocker spaniel eyes sayin it might be better for me if they went back to their apartment 'it might not be so bad there, not if he's sober... then he usually isnt too mean'... No, of course they'll stay at my place.

But I am blissfully happy about going shoppin inna few hours with my friends, otherwise Id go bonkers inna heartbeat...

Another evening and still no weekend! This has been such a long week, should've been friday days ago... But as it has decided to finally arrive tomorrow it's birthday dinner on the scheduel. And this one has the potential of hardcore-Days-of-our-lifes drama. We got ex'es, new finacees, jealousy, not to mention alcohol! This is gonna be awesome - dinner and a show....

Tempus fugit. I left work unusually early today and was lookin forward to a long evening at home - I don't know where it went! Already am I up too late... crap.

My brother has just realised some of the consequenses of having a girlfriend. I e no longer have the last say when it comes to clothing. Especially his own. He ventliated this sneaking realisation for me when we met for a fika yesterday, in a hesitant way as he was desperatly hopin he had got it all wrong. I laughed so hard. Well some people (read guys) needs to learn the hard way. Girls are manipulative bitches the lot of us, and will jump at any chance of dominating the shit out of our guys - especially when it comes to clothing. We're just like that. Sorry.