on Ghosts and Rodents

"Those who are faithful know only the pleasures of love: it is the faithless who know love's tragedies."
~The Picture of Dorian Gray

The last few weeks was a roller coaster ride by any standard. You think my life’s pretty crazy, right? Wait til you hear what I made up in the last few weeks.
It’s pretty insane.

Something happened a few days ago. I’m not sure exactly why or how but it freaked me out. Those who know me know that I don’t get freaked out easily so this was kinda major. Plus I had to deal with Lil Bro’s near death experience so the whole thing got to me. Pretty weird.

I chatted with Olive a little bit but I don’t feel like writing things down anymore. I know, that’s unlike me, but I’m getting to a point where I need to see the face I’m talking to just to be sure that I am not actually seeing ghosts. I don’t even believe in ghosts.

Very quickly though, I was running out of people to call cause everybody will only say the same thing: they don’t believe in ghosts. Kinda hard to talk to people when they don’t really get what you’re talking about so I call only the select few.

Vi is away in Riau, I think Grandaddy takes her but it could be any number of other people. From what I know she is partying upstairs and I probably know more of what’s there cause I’m watching it on telly. It’s pretty hilarious. It has that whole Munich Beer Hall feel to it right down to the hecklings.

I called Chubby and asked for a guy to have around. I have never felt like I needed someone around but I need someone to keep an eye on the dog at all times.

I checked on Nella, she’s a tiny 19 years old I met a while ago – at the hospital of all places, she was attending to her then dying dad. I like them little kids when they worry only about ghosts and phantoms and all things gone. They’re always worried about exes and intrigues and some Melrose Place stuff I don’t really get, they’re useful to get my mind off things.We went to X2 but i remembered very little, it was just dark and loud like i wanted it to be.

I told Vi I sent the tequila bottle anyway and she said I was nuts. I kinda enjoyed it. Surely, I’m entitled to my own kinda fun.

I usually like being alone. I’ve stopped dating anyone about two years ago and actually feel a lot better these days. Of course, not dating any pop star, my blog is now infinitely less popular but I actually liked it. I keep my rules and my rules keep me happy. Rodents are just fine.

Did you read the Neruda lines from yday?

I'd wish to write one everyday but that won't make it a proper blog.

I broke my rules though. Now I’m confused.