I am so sorry I have neglected you. Please forgive me and accept this gentle caressing I'm about to lay upon your bloggy body. Mmm. You like that, don't you? I'll keep hitting keys and typing. Don't worry. Keys keys keys. Oh baby oh baby.
...My bad.
So not too much has been going on. Ha, I just lied. I suppose I'll start with the bad, but I'm going to make it short.
Two of the pits at work had to get put to sleep in the past two-three weeks. The pits are my babies. I've been pretty sad about it, but they both started showing signs of human aggression. I don't have the formal training needed to break human aggression. I don't want to risk getting torn up to hell and back in the process, either.
I was going to go to a Theravada Buddhist meditation retreat from Dec. 9 - 13, but I backed out of it for various reasons.
And I think that's all of the bad, so here's some good.
My favorite (shh, don't tell anyone) pit, Lady, finally got adopted after spending ten months at the shelter. I don't let them go to just anyone. If you want a pit bull, you have to fill out an application and let me follow you home and inspect your yard and premises first. It's a scary job sometimes because I can't legally carry any weapons and you never know what kind of home you're going to. Fortunately every home I've inspected has been fine and I haven't been shot or anything. Two of the people actually let me inside their homes because they wanted me to know they had nothing to hide. I'm pretty hesitant about doing that...but I'm on the clock and I can pass a drug test, so any injury I may get will be covered by Worker's Comp.
Because I backed out of the Buddhist retreat, I decided
that the past year has been pretty rough for me. I kept thinking "Man, I need to reward myself somehow" so about twenty minutes ago I charged nearly $300 to my credit card (ouch!) and booked a four star condo on the beach for December 8 - 12. The Origin at Seahaven in Panama City Beach, Florida.Ok, so I'm not "big ballin' outta control" for real, but when I have a little money I like to have fun with it. Working at a non-profit organization is a little scary. Everything can be taken away from you at any moment, so you have to enjoy what you have. I also figure that I should do these fun and spontaneous things now while my folks are "postin' up my white ass" and I don't have many bills to pay.
You may exclaim, "You're going by yourself? You loser!" or "That's weird" but it really isn't and I'm not really a loser. I'm totally content with being alone, just as I'm content with being around my friends. I need to get away from everything for a minute and just chill by myself.
I've always been tied down at the beach and I haven't stayed in a condo since I was little (I've camped out at the beach many times in the past several years because we were too poor to book any shelter), so I figure it'll be hella fun to stay in a room with a heated whirlpool tub, Flatscreen TV, wireless internet, and all those cool amenities my Wal-Mart pup tent, my '06 Chevy Cobalt, or, one time, my dad's Jeep before he became car-less, don't have.
Plus if a hurricane blows through I'll be dry and alone instead of drenched and alone.
The thought of staying in a place that nice on the beach has been conjuring up images of Scarface in my head. I feel like, once I get settled in the condo, I'm going to constantly feel the need to deal and snort cocaine, and lots of it. ...When in reality I'm going to giggle to myself as I do silly things like go to the bathroom with the door open, walk around in my skivvies, and pass gas, and do stuff like watch TV, text people at random moments, take pictures of myself in various locations throughout the hotel as if I'm rich/famous, blog on my laptop, write, sit on the balcony and read, watch the ocean, walk on the beach, go to head shops, chill in the whirlpool tub, frequent the hot tub, and love the hell out of some complimentary breakfast.
I will probably be the only pierced and tattooed individual amongst the many snowbirds I know will be there. I'm anticipating many questions and comments, especially the "that ring in your nose looks like a damn bull" and "you'd be much prettier without all that stuff in your face" comments.
I will also have you all know that, in this Four Star highrise condo with included kitchenette and cookware, I'll be eating some of my favorite dishes:
- Cold Beanee Weenee's straight from the can
- Gas station hot dogs
- Ramen
- Spaghetti O's with meatballs
- and those little Jimmy Dean sausage biscuits
So this whole trip is sort of random. I'm off of work until the 14th and my last day in the hotel is on the 12th. If I'm still enjoying myself, I'm going to camp out until the 14th, probably at St. Andrew's State Park or that one campground across the street from Club La Vela (I went there a few years ago and passed out on one of the futons they have by the pool).
Originally I thought about just taking the Amtrak somewhere but if I went anywhere it would be back to NYC where I would have gotten off at Penn Station and taken the A, C, or E to West 4th Street, gone up all those steps, passed the basketball court and the diner on the corner, made my way to Washington Square, and never turned back. That would have been a good idea to me, but a bad idea to my job and my friends.
So I guess that about does it. Stay tuned for more. I'll definitely be updating when I go on my little excursion.
