Good morning, Blog!  Good morning, World!

~My parents finally sent away for their kit to participate in the National Geographic Genome Project and I am psyched.  I was going to do it myself, then thought, "Hell, or each of my folks could do it!"  So they sent back their mouth swabs and in a few weeks I'll know from which ethnic groups they, therefore I, stem from.

~Note to self: need smoked paprika.

~My new digs are treating me well.  Perfect for one person, good for one person and one cat, all right for one person, one cat, and one dog, and full to its capacity with one person, one lover of said person, one cat, and one dog.  Currently we are minus one household member as Kris has gone offshore.  Only man I've ever known that can dress in the dark without awaking every other living being on the block.  He said he would have meetings all day on the rig.  I said, "There are meetings offshore?!"  Then I realized I've pretty much just dated roughneck types (both on and off shore), not higher-ups.  But this was a lot to take around 1am so I told him to not get dead and see ya in three days.

~It's easier to act like I don't care sometimes.  Doesn't mean I don't.

~Let's say you have a bone to pick with me.  Let's say I did or said something to genuinely offend you.  But by the time we talk I tell you one of my pets is desperately ill and going to die.  Is this really, really the time to say that you're sorry for me but because you are offended you don't think you'll be around to comfort me?  Sometimes you gotta shelve your bullshit.  Because when someone does that, it makes me think that only their own feelings are important, so important that they cannot objectively view that SOMETIMES YOU NEED TO STUFF IT BECAUSE BIGGER STUFF IS HAPPENING and that, while I will certainly apologize later, right now I don't wanna hear it.

~Relatedly, it's amazingly stupid to shut up over years and years when someone hurts you repeatedly, because when they come at you with something you did, suddenly you don't feel that sorry.

~Kris just keeps cooking and I keep eating.  I've gained like 10-15lbs so if any of my enemies are reading, rejoice!  The man is making me fat.  I want him to go offshore for like a month so I can get back to where I was, the bastard.  And it doesn't help that he cooks so well.  As a matter of fact, it's time for his meatball stew for breakfast!

~The Howdies are my favorite band ever.

~Louisiana heat be damned, I work near a park and am going to go.  Anyone wanna meet me in the evenings or lunch breaks for a walk/run?  Hit me up.

~Been writing lots of new stuff but seems to all be from the P.O.V.s of characters or people I know.  I'm bored with me.  I'd rather think like you.

~Well, I'm off to work.  Yes, on a Saturday.  Toodle-oo.