Be my muse

You know, it's funny. I really didn't think it would be that hard to put the cat down. The past few years (and in general, really) she was fairly annoying, to be honest. But being that I'm only 25, and have lived with this cat for 14 years, I guess we kind of grew up together.
When she would sit in the washroom and look down the hall with her tongue creepily sticking out, I figured it was old age kicking in.
Turns out it was a tumor in her mouth not allowing her to close her mouth properly. An agressive tumor at that. Within a matter of weeks her face had swelled up and she was drooling constantly. The vet said it was probably painful for her, unable to eat, and literally chewing on the tumor, getting it infected. He said there was no way to reverse it.

Being in that room while it happened was probably one of the hardest things I've had to do, especially with my mom crying while trying to console my sister, who was bawling. I went home and told my other cat that she had better die in her sleep because I don't want to do that all over again.

In other news, my mom and sister are in Holland for the next two weeks, which means I actually have to look after myself.
I also vow to FINALLY make an appointment to get my latest tattoo work done. I swear this time.

you could always pull me through

So it seems I've been neglecting this thing.
This may be because there is absolutely nothing going in my life right now. Besides work, as always.
I'm sitting here on a Friday night, drinking vodka + ginger ale for no other reason than because once I start, I can't seem to stop.
Tonight is my sister's prom. My aunt came over before she left, and we all did a shot to send her off. Then my aunt hung around for a beer. Maybe two (mixed with the aforementioned ginger ale). I had four. Now I've moved on.
And yes, I realize most of my entries are based on my semi-alcoholism. And if I could drink as much as I'd like to every night, and still function in full capacity every morning at 6am, believe me I would. Thankfully, and I see it as a good thing, I can't.
On another note, the above mentioned aunt said that this summer I should get "buff" and get a girlfriend. Instead I think I'm going to get more tattooing done. Hopefully I'll make the appointment tomorrow.
I'm also hoping to take a vacation this year. Something I really haven't done in 7 years since I went to Holland for 2.5 weeks. Since then, minus a brief period of severe slacking, all I've done is work. Especially the last two years.

Another addiction I seem to have gotten ahold of, besides drinking, working, and oddly chewing on ice, is smoking. Not that I do it all the time, because I don't. I don't buy them, I mooch. Usually on Saturday nights after work. Most often while, or just before drinking.
Addictive personality? Perhaps, but oh well.