Sad week for me.

Found ants running all over my kitchen counter. Gross. Friend past away on Tuesday and news of my dog not doing well, just got me all sad.

Couldn't make it to NY for the funeral, but called everyone to talk to them. Today she was buried. But I'll fly down to NY shortly to see my family and her family and visit her grave. She was always there for me. I just feel bad I couldn't fly down for the funeral. But I'm sure she understands.

As for the dog, well he's 17 years old now. And my sister and I have had him since we were teen agers. So far he's been doing great. In all his years he had us and we treated him well. He was close to me and my younger sister. Although he took to me more than with anyone else. Now that I've been gone these past few months, I'm sure he misses me even though he has my sister to spend time with. He's been having sezuires lately and well, that's not a good thing. So now he's on another medication, which is 4 now and now we have to see how he does on it. Doctor says his kidneys and liver are well. His heart is still the same, with the murmur, but he may have a tumor which is causing the sezuires. He would have them, say twice a year, 3 tops. And now he's having them more often. Anyway, in all, he is now not looking so well. Falling down every now and then. It's happening now. So my sister and I are talking about the possibility of putting him to rest.

I love my dog more than anything and I know this has to be done. This is gonna hurt me deeply. :(

Miss riding the trains in NY. But I'm pretty happy here in California. I've always wanted to be here. It's like I knew this was the place for me to be. But I'm sure going home to NY will excite me. I'll have many things to do. Many people to see and possibly beat. Fun! Yay!

Today I'm working from home. My new job allows me to do so. Sweet. Things are looking up as far as work. Learning alot of things and the people here are pretty nice. Except for a few people that sit by me. They must have me pegged as a cranky bitchy girl. Cause I don't talk to them. I bet they even talk about me, saying I'm strange. But strange or not, I just feel like they're not my cup of tea. I could say hi, but when I did say good morning or night, I just felt like I was wasting my time. So I stop being nice and decided not to bother. Works. It's my idea of being real. Being who I truely am. Which is how I've been all my life. But at times I tried not to be rude and talk to people, but as you get older, you learn.

Just yapping along here. Looking forward to a good weekend and lots of sex. ;)