That Tuesday Post

Spudguns!, we are 219 Days till Hallowe'en. Seems like such a small number doesn't it? When  it's still seven months off.

Speaking of numbers, so last week I had a birthday. I got nothing. I had gotten up that morning with one thing on my mind. Going to the party stores in town. I wanted a balloon. Or a card, or something with my age on it. What I found was a whole lot of nothing. I don't know about where you are, but here, you had every age until you hit "30" then it was just in tens. My age was glossed over like it didn't exist.  Great, like I wasn't feeling bad enough about this birthday as it was.
I've never had an issue before spouting off my age, or my height or weight for that matter. But this time, I had moments where I would just think about it and the number would get caught in my throat. My throat got dry like I'd breathed in hairspray and I would feel nearly ill.

I think it's because at this age, I still haven't achieved my real goals. I look around and see everyone else having long since met theirs.  They say dreams have no expiration date, but I'm finding it harder and harder to believe.

It must be a Thursday

Spudguns!, how's you? Good to hear.

So this angry guy freaked out on me. You know how I used to call myself  "the queen of your evil dreams". Well, ends up some dude found that offensive because I'm a girl. Yeah, I know right. 

I had this guy following me on twitter for a bit, and he started to follow me on instagram. That's when he got upset and messaged me telling me I can't use the term "queen" because I'm not a drag queen. And I'm thinking to myself, I haven't actually used that catchphrase in a few years. I know I still have it attached to my twitter, but I've been "the ghoul next door" for years now.

Odd, what will set people off though eh? So yeah that made for an interesting morning.

And then the construction started. They are building an elevator in my building after a billion years of not having one. The building is going to be hell for the next few months. I thought they were going to drill right through my living room wall at one point this morning.

We are 224 Days till Hallowe'en

Mercury rears it's head once more

Spudguns!, we are 226 days till Hallowe'en. And good old Mercury is in retrograde this month. It turned on us on the 5th of March and will stay there until the 28th.

You know what that means. For those that don't  electronic/computer issues, accidents, travel delays, communication screw ups and general frustrations because of these.

Anyone doing tarot readings, the Tower is probably turning up like mad this month too. Most likely you're seeing the same sort of theme in all your readings no matter who you're doing readings for. Yeah, I feel your pain man.

I'm actually finding the Hermit card has been plaguing me the last week. Every reading no matter what deck I use, there he is.  The Hermit is a card about doorways, thresholds and finding that unknown truth. It's like that old saying, there are three sides to every story; yours mine and the truth.  The Hermit is that guy.

Okay dude, I am trying to get back into a more normal flow of blogging, and sometimes a babble is just what is needed.

kiss kiss noise.

Dorkdom never ends

Spudguns!, it's a Monday, or as I've been calling them on facebook Moan-Day, we are 227 days till Hallowe'en, and I feel fine.

Total lie, feel lost. I have a major birthday this week and I feel like there is this giant pressure to complete things I just haven't done yet. Mid-life crisis at it's best eh?  And for the first time in my life, I can honestly say I don't have any friends.

Nope, not a one. Can't even say at the moment that I have any casual acquaintances. I mean man, there are over a hundred people living in my building, and I haven't gotten to know anyone in the almost five years I've been living here. Dude, even I know that's messed up.

I just find myself the older I get, the less I can connect to people. Actually, the less I want to connect to people.

I watched the movie Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society the other day, and all I could think was that was a cool idea. The whole thing from the get together bits to the letter to the well...I got longing for when things were sort of like that. Total nostalgia for just twenty-five years ago even.  I actually had pen pals growing up. This one guy used to send me mixed tapes all the time. I miss that.

Well, that is where my mind is today.