I smell changes this year!

I mean besides the blog. The events from the last couple of years have led me to this cliffhanger in my personal life where I feel like I need to brace myself for all the things that are coming my way.

Change # 1: Living quarters

You might have heard about it from all the times I rant and bitch about the subject. I wanna get the hell out of my house. I’m sick of it. Lately I’ve been spending less and less time there, and spending more and more time with HIM. I’m not doing it on purpose, but because over the past few months I’ve grown more and more accustomed to his company, to the point that now spending any free time without him sounds absurd, and whenever we’re not together we’re constantly thinking about each other. Yeah, I know, we’re a couple of fruity pansies. Just don’t say it in front of us or we might get all up in yo’ face and break your kneecaps with a crowbar. Trust us, we can be quite ghetto.

Change # 2: Family life

Once I go through the previous change, I have to face the fact that I have to inform the remaining members of my family who are not aware of my "alternative lifestile" (read: gayer than sold-out Cher Concert). In other words, my dad. Poor guy is the only one that’s been left out of the loop, and with good reason. You see, if you haven’t been reading this blog for long, I must inform you that my father is a rabid, forearm-in-forehead drama queen. He can reach levels of theatric breakdowns that can far surpass my mother, and that’s a lot to say, since my mother nearly invented drama. It’s unnerving. Although I’m not really worried about his reaction, I’m worried about how this will affect the other members of my family and my relationship with them afterwards. You know what? Now that I think about it, I’m pretty sure the others will stay the same, since they already know, although they never talk about it. He’s the one that’s gonna need help.

Change # 3: Love life

Living together. All the couples reading this are probably thinking I have no idea how uphill things get when you share a home with someone. The sharing of stuff you never shared before, the cleaning/maintenance chores, the bills, the mess (which is now doubled), the cooking and subsequent fighting about who does the dishes today, the groceries, the constant assault with assorted bodily fumes (complete with boisterous sound effects and ghastly smells), the habits you never knew your partner had and annoy the hell out of you… Gah!!! It’s enough to make you want to live with your parents ’till you retire. Luckily the thought of living with my parents is even more disgusting than the most foul smelling fart barrage. I’m not intimidated by any of that. On the contrary. I welcome that chaos, and I feel that sharing a life with someone I care about is something that is long overdue for me. Besides, I love the fucking bastard, so there.

Change # 4: Transportation

The most frivolous of changes, but one that I must go ahead with or I’ll end up dead in a ditch engulfed in a smoking fireball caused by my own car finally falling to pieces and driving me off a cliff. Judging by previous events, everyone agrees that I gotta get me a new car. So far I’ve narrowed it down to three choices, in order of importance.

• Honda Civic/Civic Hybrid 2006 - The redesign just kills me.
• Scion Tc - Very cute car. I got into one and fell in love with it.
• Toyota Prius - Not the prettiest of hybrids, but It’ll do.
• Mazda 3 - Lately it’s been turning me off a little, since it’s price is so affordable and now everybody and their grandmother has one.
• Nissan Sentra ‘06 - My boyfriend has one and it’s rather nice. I’d hit it.

This change might come sooner than expected if my car keeps giving me any more shit. Poor thing is over 10 years old and it seems to be on it’s last leg… Errr, wheel. Any day now I fear it will leave me stranded in an abandoned highway.

So that’s about it. Oh! and of course, my new portfolio. My old one looks rather dated and amateurish, and that mustard yellow hue is making me sick already. That’s gotta go.

So there you have it. This is the Chinese year of the dog, and with good reason. I can tell it’s gonna be a hell of a year for bitches (pun intended) like me everywhere.

Woof woof.

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