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My cousin Walsh messaged me bit ago. "So, you alive?"

Me-:"Yeah?"

Walsh-:"And? What happened the other day? You bump into him again?"

Me-:"I hid like a coward never poked my face out of the apartment door. Finally had to as trash needed to go out. Wrote lots though. Like five parts to the fairytale already posted a couple."

Walsh-:"I saw the one about the guy getting raped."

Me-:"Good, bad what?"  he went silent for awhile. "What did you think of that part?" 

Walsh-:"It was okay better than some of the other stuff you'd written lately. I like the new characters."

Me-:"I was inspired by that new company lately."

Walsh-:"You're New Favourite, he's going to company number two eh?"

Me-:"NOOOOO!!!!"  I actually think I whined. "Don't tell me stuff like that! I stopped watching company number two like two months ago. Damn it! He's the main reason I've been interested in the new company."

Walsh-:"hahaha!"

Me-:"You're lying to me aren't you?" He sent me a link to the wiki page for company number two, and sure enough my New Favourite is listed as being on their roster. Damn it!  "You do these things to make me cry don't you?"

Walsh-:"Yes. This case yes. You going to be okay?"

Me-:"Yeah, just means I have to start watching the other company again is all"

Walsh-:"I meant the real thing with ----- living upstairs. You over it yet?"

Me-:"Well I wasn't thinking about it right now till you brought it up again."

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I was typing so fast my text came out like this "ohmygodheishere" 

Pussycat:-"What?

Me-" He's here! Upstairs!"

Pussycat -"Who?"

Me-"My ex!"

Pussycat-"Your ex is where?"

Me-"Upstairs!"

I really didn't understand how that sentence could be misread? I then shot the same panicked message to my cousin Walsh.  He didn't reply right away.

Pussycat- "What do you mean, he's upstairs?"

Me-"I mean my ex just moved in upstairs!!!!!"   the phone binged while I was typing. It was Walsh.

Walsh-:"What's going on?"

Me-:"He's here. In the building. Upstairs. Saw him as I came home from groceries."

Walsh-:"Crap!"

Pussycat-:"Tell me exactly what happened."

Walsh-:"You sure he moved in and not just visiting?"

Me to Walsh-:"Yep! I was coming across the parking lot, and he was pulling out of it, looked at me, looked down as if caught doing something he shouldn't, then ripped out of the lot like the devil after him."

Walsh-:"Again, I ask, are you sure he moved in and is not just visiting?"

Me-:"Yes! He's been back and forth with stuff making noise on the stairs."

Walsh-:"It's a huge building. He might not even be on your side of it?"

Me-:"He's in the apartment right above. I've seen him go past my window twice in the last hour."

Me to Pussycat-:"My ex, the one who shattered my self esteem, just moved in to the apartment above me. I can't breathe."  I sent him the same message I had just sent my cousin.

Pussycat-:"If you made him that uncomfortable it is better than you think if he turned and walked away with his tail between his legs you have a one up."

Me to Pussycat-:"I don't see it. I just see death and destruction."

Walsh-:"Go for a walk. Calm down."

Me-:"Don't want to. Just want him to leave. I was here first!!!"

Walsh-:"Yeah, that's mature."

Me-:"Mature was never in the...hold up Pussycat is phoning."

Walsh-:"You ran and told your little drag queen?"

Me-:"Someone's jealous."

Walsh-:"Whatever he tells you do the opposite!"

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Why is it, even when we know better, we do really stupid things?

I've been home sick with a horrible head cold, sneezing, snotting, coughing, watery eyes, headache etc. So I've been kicking back and hanging out on facebook today. Chatting with a few of the new people who've come into my life in the last few months. Aka, the local witches and drag queens. All was going fine, you know covered in snot but otherwise normal, when bam! There he is. My ex. Not just any of the guys I've been dumb enough to get involved with, but THE EX.   His picture keeps popping up.

You have 5 mutual friends.

5 mutual friends. Why is the universe doing that? And why oh god am I stupid enough to check out his page?  That's the real question right? Can I just blame it on the snotty kleenex and cold pills? No, just checking.

So his page is half loaded when I hit the close tab button. Like a teenaged girl dialing her crush and hanging up. That's how I feel right now. Not that I think teenaged girls bother dialing the crushes and hanging up now a days. Now a days, I'm fairly sure they just stalk them on twitter or instawhateverishotnow. Sending them naked photos of themselves.  It takes guts to be a teenaged girl in today's instant digital world.  Dude, I had it so easy back in the stone ages. You could only be rejected one of two ways, by phone or in person. And your friends only found out about it if they were there when it happened or you cried to them afterwards.  Now, everybody knows instantly. And if they check their instawhateverishotnow before you, there's a high chance they know even before you do.

Queens and Nones

There was a knock on the window just after 8pm last night. My cousin Walsh was there with a tray of take-away coffee. We haven't talked or hung out in months. Figured he was pissed at me or something.  Letting him in the building, he seemed good. Calm.  Handing me one of the coffees he took a seat in the kitchen. Said nothing, just sat there for a few minutes. He noticed a flyer that was half way sticking out of my purse.

Walsh-: "Burlesque dancers and drag queens?" he motioned to it.

Me-:"Yeah uh-huh." I sipped the coffee, it was way too sweet. "Yeah how many sugars did you add to it?"

Walsh-:"Triple triple just like you always have it."

Me-:"Walsh, I don't have sugar in my coffee."   He blinked a few times, this look on his face tears pooling. It hit me, his sister used to take triple in hers. He must have ordered out of habit and hence the drive by coffee-ing. He wasn't here to be here, he was here because he didn't know what else to do.   "Yeah, burlesque dancers and drag queens. I fit right in don't you think?" I was trying to keep the mood light, but it didn't work. He got up went to the bathroom for a few minutes, and I could hear him sniffing a lot. He came back to the kitchen table.

Walsh-:"Can I get a reading?"

Me-:"Reading won't help. It will just come up with all the bad cards because you're thinking about crappy stuff."  He got up walked around my tiny apartment, stopping in front of a photo of our grandparents. It sits on an altar, he disrupted my altar.  I had no idea how to make him feel better? A hug seemed inappropriate. I caught the look he gave my ouija board. Saw him start to grab for one of the little talismans I had sitting beside the incense burner. I'm pretty sure I knew what he was going to ask next. But he didn't. He surprised me, just stood there smiling at everything before putting down the photo again. Then he did what he's always done when things are too heavy, he brought in the silly.

Walsh-:"This cause of the new boyfriend?"  he meant the flyer

Me-:"Don't let him hear you say that. It's the cosmic joke in stereo." 

I've met this guy recently, he's everything I've been looking for in a man. Brown eyes, jet black hair, in his 30's, loves the same music and tv shows and books and movies I do. Vegetarian and a witch. His birth name is even Johnathan. The big kicker is, he's gay. Gayest gay man I've ever met. Heartbreakingly so. The universe is kicking my arse 24/7 with this one. I don't know if the universe is saying here what you're looking for in life exists keep the faith, or if it's telling me to quit while I'm ahead? He keeps inviting me to his drag shows.

Walsh-:"No doubt."

Me-:"It's a witch thing. Seriously, the witchy group in the area are two types, the Wiccan moms and the gay guys. Tell me which one makes more sense for me to hang with?"

He shook his head snorting at me. "I see your theory. You got the one sports channel now right? Like I can watch the one here?" he was scratching at his hand mindlessly searching my bookshelf for the tv remote. "Company #3 is on isn't it?"

Me-:"Not for another few hours. You want me to leave it in the machine for you?"  He shook his head yawning.

Walsh-:"Na, they repeat it like ten times in the week. I'm good. I'll be good." he turned towards me suddenly eyes wide.  "Better go. The stairs coming in smelled like piss and dirty clothes."

Me-:"yeah, I never touch the railings bare handed."

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Walsh's sister died.  The one who I was bitter with. It was a few weeks ago, in hospital. Kidney failure. It's been weird to watch my aunt, my cousins, my uncle trying to hold it all together. Odd and uncomfortable.

Mom was babysitting Mavis yesterday when I went over. She hasn't babysat in awhile. Walsh picked her up while I was still there. He's lost weight, looks tired. He's had the weight of the world on his shoulders for the last few years, and now, it's over.

How do you recover from something like that? To breathe finally because the issue came to an end in the only way it could?  Brutal right?

post it note Feb 14th 2016

Dear Herman:

I had stopped doing these because, well you've never answered. But, I've got an old Bon Jovi song stuck in my head all day "Never Say Goodbye". Thought it was strangely needing to be mentioned.

Anyways, so you can tell by the lack of anything on here in the last few months, there is nothing going on in my life. Nothing of interest anyways. My big mouth has got me locked into hobbies and challenges and projects that I've no real interest in. But people are holding me to them. My mouth gets me into trouble a lot. Though, must admit not like it used to. Insert crude joke right about here.

Okay Mr. Scratchy, I imagine you checking in tonight, dressed in plain dark jeans, a faded black t-shirt with a logo for the Ramones, hair freshly washed and cut for that matter, little wire rimmed glasses on, glass of whiskey beside you. I think you're stretched out on your bed, waiting. Waiting for your night to get started.

I'm going to go watch Downton Abbey

Exposed?

For the last while, I've been under the assumption that my neighbour- the desperate housewife- was having an affair with her female best friend. Every time her husband leaves for more than an hour, the best friend is over like a shot and many sexual noises can be heard through the wall.
So, assumption firmly established.

Little bit ago, there was shouting, doors slamming, and everyone suddenly in the hallway. There was the husband home early, and the desperate housewife's best friend being shoved in her underwear into the hall.
Assumption still firmly established by myself and the other two people who peeked out their doors at the noise.

Then more screaming as the husband threw their laptop into the hallway smashing it, before shoving the wife back into the apartment.

None of this was in English by the way, so I have no idea what was actually being said. Only, that it scared the hell out of me and the other two people who had peeked out their doors at the noise.

Sometimes it just doesn't pay to get online.