Following Suit

In the spirit of my dear Saddles, I need a vent. So I too shall blog. It's an interesting idea considering I was never much on keeping a journal or diary.



This is going to be slow going. I'm stuck in a moment where I've lost site of what makes ME. I can't paint. I can't draw. I can't read. I can't sleep half the time. I miss people. Places. Moments. Not to say that I'm in a slump. I have a very sweet, although odd, boyfriend. I got home from work last night and he had cleaned our apartment. And he was even getting along with the cat. THE cat. Not our cat, or my cat. I don't even feel any attachment to this pet I care for daily. I think I will have to find him a new home soon. It's just not fair to him.
I do have a new dog though. He doesn't get to stay with me yet. We have to move to a dog friendly apartment first. He loves my boyfriend. And when they are together he couldn't care less for me. Which is really saying something as my dog is agressive toward most men. He is getting better though. He was abused, but he is still pretty much a puppy so he has time to grow out of it. And if I could ever save enough money to pay my car off and get it in my name then I would have the money to get him fixed and spoil him like he deserves.
I'm pretty sure I'm going to call it quits at that today. Everything else just seems too irritating and stressful to get into at the moment. The more I put down the better I feel about this though.....
Dear computer, thanks for listening.