I also took a hiatus from writing erotica at the same time I stopped blogging. It still runs in my mind but not as much as I would like.
Work is fine, always and ever changing. My ability to adapt continues to impress me. My stress is no longer as bad as it once was. I still need a change some day. After counting the years correctly for once, I have been doing this for 4 years exactly this month.
My social life continues to be much like a hermit. I spend a lot of nights on my couch or in my kitchen. I cook constantly, and probably too much. It's a new passion and I end up buying too much food and making too many different things. The two biggest great things about it though, is that I no longer have a fear of cooking and it actually becomes therapy for me. Some people have gardening or cleaning that can calm them. For me, I notice my mood go from bad to better when I prep my meals. When I'm on the couch I've been watching a plethora of cooking shows and going through all the episodes of Friends.
In November I finally turned 28. An age I've been waiting for a long time. 28 is special to me because that was the age Brandon Lee died during the filming of my favorite film The Crow. It's odd and always alarming when I tell people I used to want to also die at this age. I won't get into it but it's just always been my fascination with death. Anyways I was really excited about this birthday but I ended up getting pneumonia which knocked me out for the whole month. Which is kind of ironic because it was kind of serious. On Halloween night I spent about 4 hours doing my Freddy Krueger costume and felt exhausted once I arrived to the party. I started getting sick that night, but it wasn't until weeks later when I still wasn't feeling better that I finally paid a visit to the doctor and got the diagnosis. Had I not gone to the doctor sooner, it would of progressed. My grandma died a few years ago of lung cancer, they never found out until she got a bad case of pneumonia, which later allowed them to find the cancer. Shortly after, she died. All in all, my birthday was very low key despite my desires for it to be a big bash. I did have a party, despite feeling ill. It was a movie/actor themed party. Everyone came dressed as characters from film. I dressed as The Crow. My best friend and her husband dressed as Walter and the Dude from The Big Lebowski, which was a big hit. My cousin and his new wife dressed as characters from A Clockwork Orange. A friend who we always compare to Tina Fey, dressed as such. It was a small turn out, but fun nonetheless. And as I usually try, I did go to the Arizona State Fair on my birthday. I didn't originally intend to take the day off but that's when my illness was getting in the way of working. I made it to the fair, coughing along the way, got my usual Indian fry bread and a beer. Shortly after, my weakened stomach prevented me from staying much longer to catch all the sights.
The whole time I was sick for that month, I felt I should be really depressed because of my high expectations for the month. I cried a little because I felt so shitty, but I fear I never really let myself get that sad, to process it. I hated to miss out on so much and to miss so much work, but I tried to keep my head up high despite not being able to do anything with myself. Thankfully the holidays were really nice. My family is in a relatively good place, so all was calm and chill.
I had no original aim of this post, going by the seat of my pants, so I'm going out of order here. Let's backtrack a little. In October my cousin, who I consider to be like my brother, got married. They got engaged on New Year's day 2015. I originally wasn't super excited, because I didn't know enough about their relationship. I made an effort to spend a day with each of them alone, which I hadn't really had a chance to do since they started dating a couple years ago. I drafted up questions, like a quiz to help me not only learn more about their relationship but to plan a wedding gift. Originally I was thinking of making a painting and maybe a slideshow, but the final result was a Wedding scrapbook album. It suited the questions I asked better. It was made similar to a baby book, documenting their dating years, personal questions, activities they like, top 5 things they like about each other, etc. I created each page personally, with stickers, questions and answers, pictures, and blank spaces for additional items and pictures of their own. After the dating section, it moves on to the proposal, wedding, and honeymoon section for them to fill out. The final group of pages had similar questions I had originally asked along with new ones, for each year after marriage up to 5 years and then at 10 years. They could fill this out at each anniversary. It turned out beautiful and made them really happy. I actually crammed and finished this on their wedding weekend despite all the other festivities going on that weekend. They got married the weekend prior to Halloween. The wedding was gorgeous and sailed so smooth with no issues. As a result of those days I spent with them and every time we hung out since, it taught me so much about his fiance and their relationship that it erased any doubt I had. I couldn't be happier for them.
Last year I started a kind of new tradition with my mom since her birthday in February. Whenever I have a free weekend where I don't really have the money or desire to go out, I pick her up and have her stay the weekend. I tried to do this every month but sometimes it didn't work out. We usually go out for lunch and then stop by the grocery store to pick up stuff to make for dinner later. It was always pretty chill. We cook together, clean, watch movies, smoke hookah, talk, and even play board games. It's a chance to hang out with my mom and to get her out of the house. She always sleeps better when she's at my place. So we help each other out, in many ways. It's been very pleasant.
My family always likes to get together for birthdays and holidays. Since I was sick for my birthday, I missed out on seeing my family around that time. However, as I was feeling better just before Thanksgiving, I had my mom over for the weekend. I had to work one of my jobs for a few hours while she prepped dinner. She urged me to stay at work as long as possible, despite that it's not up to me. But soon I found out why. She packed cake mix, eggs, etc. so she could make me a birthday cake while I was at work. She surprised me with it. It was so awesome, especially since I didn't get a birthday cake at my birthday party with friends. She loaded it with cherries and it was so adorable that to this day it warms my heart.
My final note before I go is the most recent. A week ago I got a new pet. I've been living on my own for nearly three years and have not had a pet, although I deeply wanted one. I'm not used to not having dogs in my life, but I just can't add on the costs of pet rent and care, and most of all I am not home enough. Working two and sometimes three jobs a day does not allow me to be home with a dog. I've considered getting a small pet but just haven't put much thought into it. However an opportunity came. A new coworker went around asking if anyone wanted a guinea pig. I told her I had questions and needed to think about it. Once the week ended, I decided to take on the guinea pig. I renamed him Maynard, after Maynard James Keenan, my favorite singer. He's a cutie and loves attention and cuddles. Which is perfect, because if I'm going to get a pet at all, it needs to be one that cuddles. Living along, brings out the loneliness so he's been a great addition. He's still adjusting to the change and getting used to me. He knows I'm the bearer of food so that works in my advantage.
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