Things are starting to look up....of course that could just be my tilted head

I like the concept of karma. What goes around, comes around to a higher level of enlightenment. I don't want to mislead anyone by saying I'm the best person on the face of the planet, and therefore deserve good things....but based on the crap that has ensued over the last while, I think a little bit of balance is certainly in order. And of course, I'm not a total asshole....at least all the time. So, I think karma took pity on me this week, and tried to right some of her previous wrongs.

So, happily, I am securely employed. Yeah! (Or is it now YAY!?) Regardless, you get the idea. I must admit, the concept of a pension puts me a little more at ease. I like the idea of someday sitting back (or puttering around) at my leisure, doing whatever I want, and not being concerned about how the bills are going to get paid. I have my own plans for financial ventures along the way. I've started this already. I'm not as advanced as perhaps I'd like to be; but, considering some of the roads I've taken in this life, I'm kind of amazed I'm this well adjusted now.

Financial venture plan #1: Real estate. Buy properties and keep them maintained. Real estate hardly ever decreases with time. And, if you're located in an urban area (which I am), finding tenants is easy. Tip: If you can buy in a college/university town, even better. I presently live in St. John's, Newfoundland, where there apparently is a huge housing shortage. I've contemplated renting out a room in my apartment for additional income, but I can't be sure I won't hate the potential tenant. I don't hate all people. I'm not a complete jerk. But, I don't want to be in a situation where my stuff gets stolen (not that I have a whole lot of important stuff), or where I'm woken up at 8am on the weekend by someone else's alarm clock, or as petty as it may be, where I'm the only one in the house who cleans up after themselves. Actually, that's not petty. Not petty at all. I've been in situations like these. I also don't want a situation where the person leaves the heat on when not home, or worse with the window open (like the fucking idiots next door do.) I also enjoy walking around in my underwear.

Russian Crack and Poor Grammar Skills

Hey, it's only a little after midnight, and all appears well. Of course, I'm not long up from a lovely five hour nap. I do love naps. I heart them even. It's actually hard to tell whether or not I was sleep deprived, or if I napped as a result of finally locating a nice puff. Goddamn droughts. Regardless, I feel good. Tomorrow, when I'm napless however, might be a different story. Based on what's been available in this city lately, today's puff might as well have been Russian crack. Who knows, maybe Canadian crack would have been just as sufficient. But, there's something about how Russian crack sounds - way more intense than the friendly Canadian kind. But then again, I'm no crack expert. Did that sound racist? Will all the Canadians hate me? meh meh meh.

So, I've been, Jesus I can't think of the right verb to use here, ummmmmmmm....as clichéed as it sounds, surfing the web...mindlessly of course, seeking something remotely interesting to break boredom, and ended up finding someone's blog - with a list of do and don'ts for blogs. Sadly, I read several entries. Sure, there were a couple of good points made. Like bad spelling and poor grammar skills have the ability to make you appear stupid. This is actually something, I've kind of thought about for a while. Lame I know. But alas, it's one of my many character flaws. (I also have a tendency to make ridiculously, politically incorrect comments and throw out saucy one-liners.) Anyhoo, back to looking stupid.

Bad grammar and poor spelling secretly drives me crazy. I'm thinking that I'm blowing it a little out of proportion. Don't misunderstand me, I'm not going to avoid someone for not using the word "epitome" correctly, or spelling "they" as "thay", but it certainly draws my attention. Don't use big words you don't understand, unless you expect to look like an idiot. When communicating electronically, there is virtually no excuse for a spelling mistake with the tools that are available. Google the word, or GOd forbid, get off your lazy ass and pick up a dictionary (or search online, or within your word processing software, or within your search engine). Is everyone lazy? Haha, I say this with a pile of dishes post-nap and absolutely no intention of addressing them this evening. Maybe that's who I need to meet, bad-spellers with clean houses and we can trade tips. I may have just solved the caramel secret folks.

Zippity Do Da

I would normally be inclined to start with something along the lines of "meh", but not so much today. I can't say I'm elated or anything remotely close to it, but at least it's the beginning of a long weekend. Of course, I don't really have any plans for the weekend other than the usual plan for productivity...which usually somehow converts to a cyclic wake-n-bake, nap situation. And, repeat. Happy weekend. But, tomorrow will be different! I will stop procrastinating tomorrow!

I'd like to say I'm not thinking about some unknown asshole musician, but simply that's not true. I'm still hurt by the whole thing, but at least I'm getting a reminder of what the bad times were like. Kinda like this. I think we went for a three month period where we lived together and spoke to each other only once a month. We may, of course yelled or uttered profanities at each other. Meh. Hahaha, the meh just couldn't stay away. Sure, I'm still a little frustrated at myself for allowing myself to be put in such a situation - but what else is new when it comes to that "one". Absolutely nothing! So, at least the potential for such frustration to continue, or God forbid to get worse, is over. So, I guess it's a new beginning. The part that bugs me, is that I didn't get an explanation. You spend three years with someone (through good and very, very, very bad)...to have a relationship end, in a drunken stupor...and then three years later, one contacts the other, anonymously via text through a new number (go, go pay-as-you-go), multiple times a day, asking about that person's sexual past and thoughts on various sexual activities (for months). Then, they hang out several times over a three month period. And poof, the asshole musician cuts everything off. Severed all contact. I tried texting. I tried calling. I emailed. Nothing. Not knowing why is the worst part. Based on our initial relationship, I can't say I had high hopes for a prospective future with him - but he was always the one who said that if for some reason we stopped being together romantically, that he wanted to remain friends. I always said that would never happen. Honestly, I can't really say that I was anticipating maintaining a close friendship either. I'm also not saying I'm owed anything whatsoever (except maybe my youth - lol), but I guess I just expected more. And that's sad. Cause I really don't have high expectations for very many people. I guess I just thought he would approach the situation as cautiously as possible, for both our sakes. I was wrong. I really should do something a little more social this weekend. That way, I will find myself talking and thinking about other things - with better company (at least company that treats me better.)

And of course there are lots of options for the weekend. At this point, I'm way too fucking tired to do anything. Passed on downtown, and passed on poker. Instead, I site here a semi-dedicated (and admittedly a lil baked) blogger, providing nothing but babble - for all the world. Christ, I still ended up blogging almost completely about a subject I was hoping to avoid. Better luck next time for me. It's time to get my circular plan underway now, as opposed to tomorrow...so I can be productive tomorrow. *wink wink*