blogging is for sissies

And, since P22 says I'm a sissy, I guess I have to blog. What to say, what to say...
well, first is that i have the flu. complete with explosive diarreah. i bet most of you are completely grossed out only 2 sentences into the blog.
second, i'm supposed to be deployed in february to afganistan. great. joyous. exactly what i wanted/need in my life. no, it isn't. it sucks.
third, my cat got fixed today. thank god, becuase if i had to listen to her meow about being in heat anymore, i'd shoot her.
fourth, there was a nice day long snow here in upstate new york. it is pretty outside, but sucks to drive in.
that about sums up the suckiness of the day. the only happy part is that i got p22 to smile, which makes me smile. i love you my little petunia!!!

rapper movies

damnit, if i see one more commercial for a rap star in a movie about how he came up from the hood and is now all successful, i'm going to scream. nobody cares that you lived in the ghetto. tons of people live there and they grow up to be successful, without having to sing about selling drugs and slapping bitches. so don't try to make your pathetic, illegal, and obnoxiously annoying life seem like it's cool cuz i don't care!
sorry, but i had to get that off my chest.
i found an apt today, it's tiny, but it'll do.
it's rainy and pooey out and tomorrow it's supposed to snow a bit. boo to that. nobody likes snow. well, actually, snow isn't bad. sometimes it makes it warmer. but generally, snow means it's below freezing. echhhh.
my blog seems really sad and depressing. sorry for that, but i'm not yet ready to write a bunch of happy things.
only funny thing right now is mad tv is on and ms swan is making me giggle. not as much as p22 does. but it'll do for now.



i love you, baby, 2 weeks :) and as the great ms swan said today, love hurts...

Oi

Wellll, it's happened. I have left the great state of VA, and my P22. Boy did that suck. I mean really, it had to have been the worst day of my life. I've gone through some rough shit, but this took the cake. P22 think our tears would probably have filled a cup (that's a lot, if you think about it). I thought it'd fill a cereal bowl, but when u think about it, that's a crap ton of water.
So we spent the better part of yesterday crying and generally feeling like crap. I don't think either of us really ate. We've had some food today but nothing like we should have.
I really didn't think this was going to be this hard. I thought we'd be ok with knowing we'd see each other over Thanksgiving, but that was certainly not the case. To say I was hurting inside would be the understatement of the century. I didn't know your heart could physically hurt, but it can, and it did. A lot.
Making this horrible day worse, was my arrival at a particularly dismal, cold, and dark Fort Drum. Today, at least, was sunny and not too too cold. It was bearable. I guess. I did find an apartment and will go see it tomorrow and hopefully get to move in soon. I'm going home for the weekend to get the kitties, and my sister. She's going to help me move into the apartment and get the kitties settled. Home will be good. Mama always makes me feel better and she makes me stronger. And right now, that's what I need. I'm trying to convince P22 to go home too, for the same reason, but we dont know yet. I also told P22 that I'd pay for a ticket to come to see me at home this weekend, but we don't know about that either.
(Directed to people who may think we're being ridiculous, otherwise skip this part)Those of you who may think that it's silly to want to see each other after just 1 week can kiss my white ass. You've probably not ever known true love, and for that I'm sorry... but we have it, and I can honestly say that it is horrible to spend just one minute apart. The thought of having to bear it for 6 months to a year is worse. Can you imaginethat? No amount of weekends together can replace living together, and sharing everything with that person. So think about that... we're not asking for your pity, but don't assume that it's so easy to do this.
In other news, The Frenchies are at it again. They need to quit with those damn riots. Burning cars... unnecessary.
Gas prices in NY are out of control... $2.68 a gallon for premium... I should trade in the Volvo and get some more economical car, like a Toyota :)
Also, people in this area of New York sound strangely like Canadians. There's even a couple Canadian TV stations and radio stations... not cool. I'm going to start a "take back NY" campaign (like the one in VT). That joke may only be funny to those who've been to vermont, and even they may not laugh... which is sad for me ;)
Not too much else going on right now. Just waiting for P22 to give me a call and then I'm headed to bed. Leave a comment or just wait for the next blog.
I love you P22... don't worry, I'm a-comin' home soon!!!
2 weeks, 1 day