Meh.

I didn't post this week yet because things have been hectic. Sunday I did go shopping with Mommy and JJ and we bought hair bleach and interesting hair colors to go with it. Like purple and red. It was fun.
Monday I had a date with Jkitty, and I think Mondays will be our thing. I hope so. My mind has been out of sync lately. She seems to want all of me right now! I can't do that. I have trust issues. Since I have bipolar disorder, I must confess. Every single time Jkitty has seen, emailed, or talked to me, I have been on a "high". I'm just now switching to one of my "low" periods, and it was right after I told her I loved her. Fuck. I just hope this doesn't ruin everything. As a warning, the next week to month time period will consist of my emotions dipping to irritability, anger, pulling away from those I care about, angst, anxiety, silence, reservation, sadness, apathy, and possibly suicidal tendencies. I take medication for this, but it only helps take the edge off.

My mind is strong. My will is extremely powerful. But I cannot overcome my lows every time they happen.

Tuesday I crashed mostly. Went to KFC, finally watched Twilight and New Moon with Kibbin.

Today I woke up around 9:30, a very rare occurrence in the life of the Kitty. When I wake up before noon, I get nauseous. Then a sharp pain hits my stomach. If I wait 15-20 minutes, it goes away. I can't eat or drink anything though, if I do it gets worse and doesn't go away until evening.

Chubs found a home with A. She is Dinah's human.

Kind of feeling alone and sad and angry. And there is nothing anyone can do to change it.

Bricked

Lately someone has been really pissing me off. Someone has been egging the house all summer, putting fireworks on Kibbin's car, and otherwise vandalizing the property. Well now they "bricked" the router for our wireless Internet. It's a kind of virus specifically for routers. Meaning the only computer that gets our Internet is the desktop. They even changed the network to "LOL try now fuckers" just to insult me.

I wish I could get this person, face to face. I'd fuck them up soooooooo bad. They are just being a pussy and a coward, and I am fed up. I don't care if it's a 6'9, 450 lb man named "Bubba". I will smoke this person, sooner or later they will feel my wrath.

Other than that, I had an okay day. Mommy begins her chemotherapy on Monday, so Sunday will be the last time for a while that she will be able to move around without too much pain. So JJ, Mommy and me will go shopping at Ridgedale mall for hair bleach and clothes.

I'm going to bleach streaks in my hair. Then dye them funky colors. Like fuchsia.

Laundry

Today was pretty rough on me. I woke up around 7 again, and mind you with my insomnia it takes me about 3 hours to get to sleep. I usually fall asleep around 3-4 in the morning.

So with that said, I ran errands. Went to the bank to sort out some debt, and went to Target to buy groceries. Spent 80-ish dollars on trivial things like food. Then Kibbin had to go to school so he dropped me off at Mommy's house so I could play with my cats, Simmy and Pippin. Oh, and also to play with my sister, JJ.

Simmy is a large Maine Coon tabby cat. She's 7. She is my sweet little baby kitty and I hate that I can't have her at my house. Pippin is a tuxedo kitty, 2 and 1/2, and he is a big baby, in the bad way. He is needy and my Dad hates him.

I waxed my eyebrows with JJ and accidentally made hers a little too short. Then Mommy told me about her treatment. She will have to have Chemotherapy again. This is a blow to the whole family. My mother is the purest, sweetest person I know. She survived breast cancer. Everyone who has met my mother loves her. The community loves her so much, they organized a meal-delivery for my family. Once every three days, someone brings the family dinner, so Mommy doesn't have to cook. She has 4 prayer shawls, and the top of the entertainment center is just covered in get-well cards. They send cash, gift cards, LOTS of food, and anything else they can think of. But even with all the support, it's up to my mother to battle her illness. If she is still too weak from her last bout of cancer 5 years ago, she might not make it. My sister is only 13, she can't live without her mommy. I don't want her to die yet, she can't. I still need her. It's not fair that she has to do this twice! TWICE! I wish I could murder her doctors slowly for letting her "slip through the crack", as they so charmingly put it. Bastards. Fucking retarded morons. I can't stand the fact that they make a little excuse and are not punished severly for it. Let's give them cancer and see if they "slip through the crack".
Anyway, I was supposed to go shopping with Mommy and JJ for some new clothes, but she's bleeding and the doctors told her to stay off her feet until it stops.
So I came home, talked with my girlfriend, and did laundry. In the past 48 hours I have done 10 loads of laundry. For two people. Ha!

Here's Simmy: