Holy Crap!

 Think I have found something to make me happy.
It's fantastic. Don't know why it has taken me so long.

I speak, of course, Of....REDECORATING!!!! 

 Not just any redecoration, MY kind. Those who don't like it be damned.

 Started rummaging flea markets and ebay this weekend. I have found so many treasures.
Some that people may consider strange or weird. But some that I have found beautiful and special.   Such as

Isn't he beautiful?

I recently started watching a fantastic show called "Oddities" and it hit my in my face like a fucking cast iron pan.

 I WANT MY HOUSE TO LOOK LIKE THAT SHOP!

I also found a frog playing a guitar, A frog playing a harp and 2 cobras fighting a mongoose. 

Loser has yet to see these items. 

I shall imagine it to go something like 

Loser : The Fuck?

Me : Aren't they beautiful?

Loser : They dead animals dressed up, fighting and playing instruments.

Me : EXACTLY!!!!! They're perfect!

Loser : (as he's walking away) I have no idea what is wrong with you.

 He'll grow to love them. And the art! Oh my art! Any busted, creepy, torn picture I can find, I covet and then procure.Then find the proper frame that is just as busted and  just plain WTF! Looking!


 My house will be fantastic. Maybe I can find an entire band of taxidermied frogs with a Badger as conductor! *swoon*

Just wait until Loser reads THIS!.

*disclosure* This post was written while under the influence of prescription sleeping pills. Much love bitches!
  

Still here, I think,

 It's been a while. Still slowly crawling upwards. I seem to get knocked back a lot. 1 day at a time and all that bullshit.

 Turned another year older. Doesn't feel any different. 

 Twatwaffles started playing ball again. Nights spent at the ball park now. Practice, Practice, Practice. 

 Valentines Day was interesting. Loser made reservations at my favorite place. However, We were both sick so we boxed up dinner, Came home and went to bed.

 I'm just pushing buttons at this point aren't I?  Funny how you just type random shit. 

 I have to find my happy. It has to be around here somewhere.


 Kinda sick and freakin tired of acting happy. Why can't someone just be miserable!


 That should have been a question mark. 


 I did go to the Dr. He did give me some sleeping pills. That he only wants me to take 2-3 days a week. Well what the shitballs am I supposed to do the other days of the week?


 Guess I'll just sit here and stare at my unfinished, YES STILL UN FUCKING FINISHED bathroom.And kitchen. And everything else. Because I guess our style is now "Trashy Chic".


 It's almost 6am. Going to go make coffee.


 Oh and, Titty Sprinkles.