So, it's two in the morning. I've been feeling rather melancholy and extremely sleepy lately, thus the lack of an update. I think it's jall just a case of PMS. Not that the odd cravings for chocolate, gorgonzola cheese (well, that one isn't such an odd craving as an every day craving...) and Wendy's Junior Bacon Cheeseburgers had anything to do with that assumption.

Looked up my name on Kabalrian and I have to say, it's surprisingly accurate.

"Your combined names of Krystina M*********** give you the desire for harmonious mental companionship with the understanding and support of others. You desire mental companionship, but attract instead many unsettling circumstances with much learned at a cost. It seems those you trust the most let you down in some way, leaving you with bitter memories. Your personal and business affairs often leave you in a state of unsettledness. You are not able to realize the measure of success you desire as you find that, although you may promote or develop something new, unexpected changes in circumstances often spoil success. Your life is one of change and uncertainty. Any health weaknesses will show in mental depression and nervous tension."

I attract many unsettling circumstances with much learned at a cost and it seems to involve those I trust most letting me down and thereby leaving me with bitter memories.

Every time I promote or develop something new, unexpected changes happen and spoil it.

Oh my god. Who KNEW?

Speaking of bitter memories and unsettling circumstances, I was doing the usual random google bullshit and found out my uncle was voted Jaycee of the Year by his new community. Also found out that Grandma (maternal, not paternal although she's possibly the one that told the maternal) wasn't off her rocker when she said he moved back to IL. He's living in a northwestern suburb with his second wife who's apparently the Jaycee secretary. How quaint. I shall go vomit in approximately four point three seconds, guaranfuckingteed. Hell, knowing my luck, he's probably got a hold of this link by now and is getting off by reading about my total and utter disgust at his life. Joy.

A wonderful (and yet still slightly fucked up) thing has occurred in our household. We are able to make light of most of the horrible past events in our lives. We were driving in the car the other day and I told him how my mother used to chide us about running after the Spanish ice cream guy that pushed a cart full of strawberry and coconut ice pops because "he might do dirty things" to us. He pointed out that it was a rather moot point for my mother to be scared about the ice cream truck guy doing dirty things to me when my uncle seemed to be doing a damn good job of it by himself. I was just about to say almost the same damn thing as he did. A few days before that, he'd cracked a comment about me not being able to keep a job. I wagged my finger at him before reminding him that he's pretty much unable to keep a wife so he has no room to talk. He spewed some bullshit about "But I leave THEM" before we both laughed and that was the end of it. I pity our future children, I really do.

We went to a wonderful little Mexican place in town over the weekend. I ordered the pork al pastor on corn tortillas and now all I want is about five of those. In fact, it replaces the craving for Wendy's, that's how much I want the little bastards. Thankfully they're about a buck each so maybe I can get me some (heh) in the next day or two.

I've been waiting for someone to come online so I could talk to them about something but it appears they're not going to be signing on anytime soon. This bugs me, I need some reassurance, damnit. Karen was on earlier but she has enough to worry about with her impending pregnancy and the like that I didn't feel as if I should bug her. Hell, I forgot to even bitch about the blister I have forming on my heel thanks to my new brown boots. That reminds me, I need to get over to see Julie someday this week (Friday?) with the digital camera. Ooh, speaking of the digital camera, once Chris finds the cable, I have a lovely photo of a bumper sticker we saw driving down Roosevelt that made me double over and lose it.

"In the event of rapture, this car will be unmanned"

With that, I bid you farewell as I'm off to bed.

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