The beat goes on...

... in the form of throbbing.

The reason for the pain? Let's just say I had a second root canal today, right beside the first one. I am now on enough pain meds and antibiotics to count as a meal. Forgive the lack of comments; I'm busy trying not to drool on the keyboard. That's as much as I can handle now.

Thanks for all the sympathy, good wishes and support! =)

Ouch muthafucka!

A little story in three-word format.


Emergency. Root. Canal.

Prescription. For. Vicodin.

It's. Not. Working.


The end.

Just for laughs

Someone sent these buttons to me in an email and I had to share.

Enjoy!





I could wear any one of those at any given moment and it would be fitting. I might have to find a way to make my own!

Sometimes people are just inconsiderate, rude, and make me want to become a hermit!

Is this new? No, not really. But let me just tell you a little about my evening. Maybe you're not interested, but I'm going to bitch about it anyway.

So, I'm hanging out with my neighbor last night and after a while he asks me if I could take him somewhere and bring him back because his SUV is still impounded (even police officers, which he is, have to play by the rules, I guess) and his arranged ride ditched at the last minute. Well, it's 9:30pm and although I wasn't doing anything to speak of, other than planning on relaxing, I really didn't feel like doing the drive. I was tired to begin with, had things to do (like looking for a new apartment), and funny thing, didn't relish the thought of being stuck in another shitty neighborhood for an undetermined amount of time - after dark no less...

Of course, I knew that he had a perfectly respectable reason for needing to go and it wasn't his fault that his sister cancelled last minute; I was there when she called. This is a self-sufficient kind of guy and I knew he most likely hated to ask me. He even offered to fill my gas tank, no matter how low it was (no small feat financially). So, yours truly sucked it up and said I'd take him. Basically, the scenario pointed out that I didn't have anything important in my life to tend to (yeah, thanks for shedding light on that uplifting thought, jackass) and he really did need the help. He's been nothing but nice to me, so why not?

I'll tell you why not!!! As soon as he was ready he was supposed to call me or knock on my door and I'd meet him out front. Simple plan, right? So I wait. And I get a few things done. Then I wait some more. I can still see his lights on. So I watch TV (found a good show, by the way) and eventually, it's 11:30pm! Now, I may not have much of an exciting life, but it was hot and at least I'd like to strip out my clothes and put on something cool and comfy while I'm not having that exciting life I mentioned.

Anyway, I ended up staying awake until 2am, dressed and ready to go. After midnight, I remained dressed simply for the fact that if he DID come to my door, I could tell him to fuck off fully dressed and not in a Happy Bunny tank top and shorts. I called him twice and left messages to see if he fell asleep or changed his mind or what... but this wasn't an ongoing offer. Do not knock on my door at 4am and expect me to take your ass anywhere! Unless you are bleeding profusely; and then, that's what 911 is for!

If you ask me for a favor, I will more than likely help you, even if it wasn't really in my plans. Especially when I know that this was something important that he does every week and revolves around his family. But after drawing attention (albeit unintentionally) to the fact that I have no life so I'm basically available, and then to leave me hanging when your house is literally less than two feet away from mine; well, you've just gone and pissed me right off, mister.

He may have a good reason, but it would have been nice to be let in on the fact that we weren't going and I could have gone to bed! When I see him next, I'm sure I'll smile and ask what happened... but I'll want to say, "What the fuck was your problem you inconsiderate son of a bitch?!" But I won't. Who knows. Maybe I will, I've been a bit edgy lately.

I must remind myself - I did gain the opportunity to watch TV, which is quite rare. And I found a good show... I'll repeat that thought until I no longer want to kick him in the balls.

Odd Times at LiVEwiRe High

This will most likely make no sense to you, but I need to recap the days events for myself, albeit vaguely.

I ended up hanging out for hours today with someone that I don't know all that well, but he really intrigues me. Interestingly, there was a bonus guest... his 17 month old son. Being an only child, I know nothing of kids; yet, like dogs, they gravitate toward me. This child spent more time with/on me than anywhere else. Weird.

Anyway. Regarding this guy. It was just all fun and relaxed, BSing about anything and everything but somehow there were comments that started to cross the line. Not in a bad way, but you know the line I mean. He found 'reasons' to get closer a few times and things ended with an 'almost kiss'. You know, when it's not a full on kiss, but more than a kiss on the cheek. Again, weird.

Isn't it odd how you may have thoughts of something or someone (which I had), but when it gets right down to it, you question them (in your mind) when you've been given no real reason to? Is it part of some deep seated self protection mechanism that we all have? How do we know when to protect or when to just go with it? And why do people make things so complicated? Ok, here I am definitely referring to me.

I mean, it's truly no big deal, I guess I'm just wondering why the mind works like it does. Perhaps that's why I'm so interested in Behavioral Medicine and Psychology... we all live in the perfect classroom everyday and we still don't have the answers, do we?

An olive branch from Blogger

So, Blogger decided to throw me a bone. Finally. But I opted to put them in a new post because it was taking ages to add just one in the previous post. In any event, here are the remaining shots...



And there you have it... Pittsburgh and Point State Park (you can see the huge fountain right in the front) as seen from the Overlook right up the street from me. Too bad I won't go up there at night myself for some photos for fear of getting mugged. Eh, oh well.

Of bridges, art, and roads never traveled...

This weekend has managed to fly by but it was filled with so many things. My mom came out to visit and stayed over Saturday night. All in all, it gave us about 28 hours to spend together, which isn't much, but we made the most of it! I've got a few pictures that I took yesterday, but I'll post those in a minute.

It was a little difficult when my mom was leaving today. Then again, it usually is when it's time to say goodbye to anyone, right? We filled our 'weekend' with a subway ride (which neither of had done in 15 years!) into the city for the annual Three Rivers Arts Festival (check out the upcoming Regatta and Phipps Conservatory links, too), drove sans directions cross town just to go to one store, celebrated her birthday a few days early with a great dinner out including Flemish Onion soup spiked with quite a bit of stout, spent time at the West End Overlook (you'll know by the pics) and... yes, I'm going to say it... scoped out potential neighborhoods for me to move to. Nothing has improved with my job. In fact, unless something changes, I'm slated to work 12 days straight (most likely with overtime on at least eight of those days) starting tomorrow. But familiarity is taking hold and I know that I have nothing to go back to in Ohio as far as a job is concerned. I may be setting up camp here in Pittsburgh for a bit. Do I miss my family? Sure I do. Can I expect them to (or do I want them to) support me... no. Might be time for me to just hang out here for a while. Remember before when I was so sure I was moving back to Ohio? Well, the scales are tipping. I'm not surprised, I kind of do that with my life. The 'Burgh may be stuck with me for a while; who knows...

So, with that, I'll add some pics....

** Well, Blogger won't let me post the other three (in this post or a new one) so I will just add them later, when it permits. Those will be the ones from the Overlook. **

A wise person once said...

It isn't possible to ski through a revolving door.

Ok, you got me - it was the title of a spam email in my bulk box but it did make me think. About what, I'm not sure, but hey, anything that gets me to think can't be all bad, can it? I'm still confused over it though.

I had to take a break from my most recent activity and this is what I came up with.


This comes from stuffonmycat.com, which is a riot. Go there. You'll laugh. (There's a link in the lower right corner of my sidebar which is why I'm not duplicating it here.)

Anyway, my most recent activity... yes, it's that time. I'm on the search for a new place to live. Not that drug lords, vandals and gunshots are undesirable in a neighborhood, but, well, yeah - they pretty much are. I'm teetering on the edge of Move # 41... dun, dun, duh. (That reminds me unnervingly of 'Area 51'...) At this moment, I need an aspirin the size of a hockey puck for my aching head, and this is just the beginning.

Oh well. I'm able to be appeased by scanning my new purchases... two tank/short pj sets with Happy Bunny on them; one says 'cute but psycho, things even out' and the other (my fave) says 'crazy doesn't even begin to cover it'! Heh. Ooh, and a pink Debbie Harry/Blondie tee that utterly kicks ass.

Oh shit... I'm talking about clothes... I must be in denial about the impending move.

So anyway, what's your take on the skis through a revolving door thing?