Chapter 3

I have had my coffee a bit late today, it’s long past noon and I’ve only just finished my second cup, I guess that means I’m switching to tea. Warm drinks, it’s cold as balls out here in the great state of Montana (I like Arizona better), and so I need a little internal warm up as I am already piled on with coats, blankets, thick pantaloons (I like that word... ), thick socks, and house shoes. It’s cold, and I already run cold by nature. I crave a damn hot flash even in the middle of summer! So of course I’m gonna continue with hot beverages today, nothing dirty slipped in, I don’t drink anymore. There was a time I could take on two pitchers of beer, three shots of fireball, an Irish car bomb, two dead nazi’s and top it with (still my favorite) a liquid marijuana, on a work night, and be bright-eye’d and bushy-tailed the next day while my co-workers looked on in pure hatred (true story... ) Not that I was a constant lush or alcoholic at the time, I apparently was able to digest it all differently than most. Though, saki will knock me on my ass anytime, even then. Something about rice, I guess, hits different. It got me into plenty of trouble, including an assault (maybe two, I don’t know as I’ve been black-out shit-faced a few times, only a handful of times without my most trusted people with me ... thus the times I’ve gotten myself into some dicey shit.) There is no ‘so there I was’ story to follow that in this posting, sorry if I got your hopes up. I start this off talking about coffee, and my lack of ‘umph’ today. As stated, it’s fucking cold, and (Oh gawd my uterus!) I am slow today. I did manage to actually call my doc’office though to see what’s what with a certain thing causing me issue currently. Hopefully I’ll get the referral to get it removed soon, gotta wait on a medical team in a different state though to send over some information, long story I may go into detail at a different posting.

So here I am! Slow day, cold day (if I haven’t made that emphatically clear already), sharing bacon with my little fat girl (a black/velcro cat who is probably like... 15lbs at this point. She’s fairly healthy, just fat) and I figured, why not write something? At least then I can stroke my little ego and feel good about getting something accomplished. Little things right?

What to talk about though? Oh, I know, my first post about “real” me (because, let’s face it, the context of the most previous post can’t truly be believed as an actual encounter in my life right? No one would trust me with a confectioners torch as I like fire... ) I had started off with my adoration for insects (and also arachnids and isopods are too part of that just not quite pointedly mentioned). This time I’ll continue with my youth! I was a tom-boy, now I say and will mention again, I am NOT a masochist by any means, quite a literal pussy really. However I got along better with the boys growing up (still do, have like ... two female friends and the rest are guys.) Boys are rough, so I was constantly getting my ass kicked by the lot of them neighborhood boys. I did move around a lot, but one thing is pretty universal about boys, they are all rough little shits. I don’t recall anything to terrible happening though, I mean yeah in my life the bones I’ve broken are: A toe, maybe more than one ... and both ankles. Sometimes I would get an upper hand in the fighting as I was small and could squeeze myself out of tight holds. This kinda pissed a couple boys off a few times, but they go over it. I liked that about the boys, they didn’t hold grudges like those chicks who always wore pinks and glittery anything, afraid to roll around in the mud, always playing with dolls, and for some reason afraid of anything with more than four legs. (You’re a giant compared to a little jumping spider, why are you so scared?!) So yeah, I enjoyed hanging out with the boys, then I developed boobs and got a different kind of attention. I didn’t like it and went into a bit of a depressed spiral, gained a shit-tonne of weigh (okay maybe not a shit-tonne, but 180+lbs at the age of fourteen is DEVASTATING to just about any teenager, male or female.) Yeah, I was the fat-girl in the group now. Kids are assholes when they reach a certain age, and unfortunately not all of them grow out of it.