On Flashing Red Lights

Chatting with Olive about a third person's relationship ¹ brought up the phrase "That would be a big fucking flashing red light to me." Which reminded me of a night out in Ariccia ² with some friends about a year ago.

Thanks to a discussion about how someone's cats would pet their fish, I found myself recounting the time the Shithead had bought two goldfish. For the cats to eat.

He had always gone on ³ about buying them either a couple of white mice or goldfish to eat, arguing that it was in their animal nature. I had always put my foot down, not only because ewww, cruel but also knowing how the cats played with their toys, I didn't really want to clean mousey blood spatter off the white walls of the flat.

The Gecko

I have two tattoos; a ying-yang over my hip bone and a garland of flowers & Egyptian eyes as my tramp stamp.

My tramp stamp is a bit higher up that the norm since low rise jeans at the time were still way higher than those around currently, plus I wanted to be able to hide it for dance. Please also note that I was part of the first wave who made tramp stamps ubiquitous. 90's grunge flannel grrrls with unlaced Doc Marten's representing, yo.

While I should actually get them touched up, I've been leaning towards getting a third one instead.

Playing Catch Up, Part I

My Internet connection is being a bitch today, so while I wait for this effing FTP session to finish downloading I figured I'd put up some updated info & fill in some blanks on the cast of characters.

*ahem* When we last left our heroes...

Hope is the thing with feathers

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Dusting Off the Cobwebs

*cough cough*

My, my, my. The echo in here ricochets off the walls, eventually drowning in a fluttery eddy of dust bunnies...

...I've probably been reading too much Neil Gaiman lately, as is my wont. Anywho...

Now that I've prettied things up a bit, let's see if I can start the blog ball rolling again. I don't think I can pick up where I left off, or at least not straight away; that will take some easing into. The salient points to bring things up to speed would be

• my love affair with the Eternal City continues, having entered the metaphorical "I hate when you publicly adjust yourself, but I still love you in spite of it all" stage
• Nuclear Relationship Armageddon II: Revenge of the Nuclear Relationship Armageddon happened 6 months before the supposed wedding was to occur. 
• Subsequently, the SO has reverted back to his former Good Omens inspired nickname: Enemy, Destroyer of Queens, Angel of Broken Hearts, Great Beast that is called Weasel, Prince of Thieving Bastards, Father of Liars, Spawn of Satan and Lord of Mindgames. Or Shithead for short

A tiger doesn't change it's stripes & fuck me gently with a chainsaw if I will ever, ever, ever again let the Polyanna, "people are fundamentally good, everyone deserves a second chance" side of my brain override my misanthropic "people suck, fuck you" inner pessimist.

We'll eventually get around to the details, but for now enough poking at recently healed scars. It's a Saturday night, I am PMSing like a motherfucker and thus am in need of alcohol & semi-acceptable Mexican food.

Alla prossima

Addendum: Just to clarify, the Year from Hell was 2009, 2010 was Purgatory. And thus I've dusted off the blog in 2011, which I hope will keep with the Divine Comedy theme and be the year that I win the effing lottery.