Bitty Kitty’s Weblog

I haven’t written in a very long time. Though it’s been far longer for a certain borg that I know . So, an update! Boyfriend and I hosted a co-graduation party. It was lovely. The trifecta was present along with an estranged friend little seen by the non-Minneapolis dwelling members of the trifecta. As far as I know, good times were had. Since then, however, the fridge has been packed with left-overs. We’ve been eating mexican food and graduation cake for six days solid. (and it’s still delicious.) 

Aside from that, boyfriend and I have been playing Donkey Kong pretty much all the time. We are trying to get lives, but being losers is so much more fun. We did discover that a friend from high school is also living at home this summer, so now we have a friend! And we discovered that another friend and his girlfriend (who is awesome) are moving to Portland in three weeks. Amazing! As some of you may know, boyfriend and I have been contemplating a similar move…and by similar I mean the exact same move. Recently, our plans have become solidified. We have created a savings plan and are planning to move by September. Yay! Maybe living in another state will make us cooler. (Probably not) It will certainly make us poorer, but I think it will be a good experience. More updates on that later. 

My brother’s birthday is tomorrow! Yay! He turns 30. We are going to have a surprise-ish party. He knows we’ll be there, but we are trying to round up some old friends too. Should be easy enough since we just saw most of them over the weekend at my party. More cake and left-overs in the fridge! BTW, trifecta, want to come? You are invited! (that line always reminds me of A Clockwork Orange.) 

And last on the random news train is co-worker who is starting to creep me out with his aggressive flirting. Little compliments every so often (which were flattering but by and large ignored) have turned into aggressive and slightly creepy flirting every time he opens his mouth. I don’t even make eye contact with him anymore and boyfriend has been getting all bristled up over it. Thank Goddess for huge boyfriends. At least I don’t work with this guy very often. 

Well, citizens of Gotham, enough of this noise. I’m going to make some breakfast.

The scariest part of life is not knowing what you want from it. It’s knowing that we only have an uncertain amount of time here, and we could easily wake up one day and find that we’ve turned into one of those bitter old people lying on a death bed, thinking about how much time we wasted doing the wrong thing and being unhappy. And then there’s the struggle of trying desperately to be happy but not being sure what it is that actually makes you happy; or even more difficult is making decisions that influence future happiness. Will this make me more happy in the future or more regretful? We can say that we’ll live without regrets and that we’ll try to appreciate every moment, but that’s not human nature. We can only do the best that we can and hope for the best.