Freakchylde's

Well, this morning I was running errands and trying to come up with a list of things accomplished, so far, this week. When I got home, all of that was gone. My front window screen was opened, to an open window, and Alpine is no where to be found. Spent $30 on flyers for the entire complex, my Scotsman came home to help, checked the Dekalb animal control and posted a lost form for him. But, he’s gone, my baby boy is gone. I just can’t believe it, and no one reported the fact my apartment window was wide open! No police report, no notice the police were even here, and everyone around me that I’ve talked to, “Was it a robbery?” WTF people! When a window is cracked open, call the fucking police! *sigh* April sucks because April fools day is running a wee bit too long for me.

So, what have I accomplished this month? Here:
A kindred walked out of my life, and I’m starting to believe he’ll never come back.
My cat is missing.
I got both my Tax returns.
I saved my favourite bird.
I haven’t killed anyone.
Was lectured by an ex-lover about getting into emotional fuck-ups (he was one of them)
I met a cool guy from Cirque du Soleil.
I’ve managed to be social, instead of hiding.
I’ve managed to not voice those feelings that would most likely get others in trouble.
I’ve managed to keep my armour fairly thick when in public.
I’ve locked my feelings into private journal entries.
I’ve become the book that gets judged by its cover.
Began my acting career.
Went shopping instead of slitting my wrists.
Memorized the vocal emotions of love lost.

I think that’s it. If it’s not, I don’t think I’ll be able to make it through this month without cracking.