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Me and Dave in happier times.



My poor Dave. His life is driving him nuts and I'm not helping him any. *SIGH* I've gotta get moved out and fast. Really.

I mean, I love my Dave. I do. Really, really, truly do. He's a marvelous guy. I'm lucky to have him in my life at all, really. And nothing makes me sadder than to see him going through this shit he's having to deal with. The divorce is not easy on him at all. He's stressed out like I've never seen him before. I'm worried, at least a little. I know worrying isn't gonna do anything but I do it all the same.

He says he's gonna be okay, and I believe him. He has a great deal of strength and dignity. But it doesn't mean he's a happy camper. If Dave's not happy, then I'm not as happy as I can be.

And of course he's not happy. Who would be if their parents were splitting up after 20-something years? And to have a parent up and come live with them-a parent who is constantly moody and depressed, no less? Dave's life is more uncertain now than it has been in a long time and no matter how old you are or how well-adjusted you seem that's a daunting proposition.

I just don't know how to tell him that it's going to be okay, and that I'm here for him, and I love him.

It's gonna be okay, David. I love you, and no matter what, I will always be here for you. You have me, and Doug, and Rodge, and Mr. Kitty. We'll always love you.

The good news is.... well, I was all paranoid for no reason. Two tests and a visit from Auntie Flo herself confirm that. Thank God. I mean, I love Dave, don't get me wrong. He rocks. He's frickin' awesome. (Despite his pissy moods..... grrr. I wish he didn't spend all this weekend with his dad, 'cos it made him all crabby and weird. I really wish his dad weren't moving in with him... I am so not gonna visit... well, crap, then I'd never get to see Mr. Kitty or get any booty. Oh well. Guess I'll just have to put up with Dave's occasional pissiness. After all, the, erm, benefits are awesome.)

Oh yeah. Serena has been gone 3 weeks now. I don't think she's coming back.
A stray kitty did kinda wander into our lives though. I found him, but Dave claims ownership. His name is Thomas O'Malley, but we all call him Mr. Kitty. I WUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUV Mr. Kitty. Dave does too, apparently.

Gee, why can't Dave and Mr. Kitty and I just get a place of our own? (Cos Dave don't wanna pay no rent, that's why.)

So, anyway, the good news... Aunt Flo's in town. Bad news... Aunt Flo's in town and she's an inconsiderate houseguest. Aww. Poor Dave. No booty for him.

(The above is not a description of my weekend plans, nor is it an offer.)

Sweet weekend, cover me in thy bliss. I get Friday and Saturday off during training. Woo hoo!!! Hey, I've been a good girl all damn week- dragging my happy ass into bed before midnight, dragging it out again at 6 (I haven't gotten up this early for anything this consistently since high school). I've interacted with a lot of new people. I've even made the effort to be pleasant. :) I've even managed to stay sober (well, mostly) this week.
DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDE, it's time to let my hair down and go crazy. I've got it all worked out.
TONIGHT- Hopefully, Erick comes over, meaning that the boys and I can have Margarita Nite Version 2.0. This time, I will get so fubar.
FRIDAY- Sleep in. Oh, sweet, sweet joy. Do nothing (maybe tidy the bathroom. And the kitchen. But that's it.)
SATURDAY- Help Jason get his place ready to move into. OK, not the most auspicious of plans, but hell, he's my brother and he's getting married in 2 weeks. (I can't believe it.)
Then it's back to the grind. :P

BTW, anyone wanting to buy a totally decent car? Dave's trying to unload a really sweet 1994 Dodge shadow with a rebuilt motor. It's a nice car- drives well, nice interior and exterior. Asking $1495, negotiable (within reason).

loves ya!
Stasi