Delirious…

The husband of S. named our other cat: Whiskey! He’s the prettiest thing!

We got our cats. They’re starting their lives at our home.
First we start with Garfield:

The little cat, that the pictures showed in one of the previous posts got really ill. He wouldn’t eat nor drink and it all got way worse. He now is at the vet’s office, getting lots of care. So, we cannot have him. Unfortunately. We don’t even know if he’ll survive. So, we’ll have to choose another cat.
I’m sad.

Let me introduce to you my newest project that I’m working on at the moment. Even though I’m stuck a little.

I don’t even know if this is a short story, or a long story or no story whatsoever. I just know I’ve been tossing this idea around and I’ve been working on it and I just don’t seem to get the plot.

The basic theory of the story is, that people that talk to somebody that doesn’t exist (ie schizophrenics etc.) actually talk to somebody that should have existed and that should be here. Fate has foreseen for that person to be around, death somehow got the upper hand though and won the fight.

So, we got this diagnosed schizophrenic guy, he lived his life with a wife that does not exist. When she dies his psychiatrist thinks he’s about to get better, because killing of your imaginary friends is a sign that you don’t need them anymore and are able to live your life without them and actually get healthy again. Problem is because of the loss he gets depressed, suicidal and tries to kill himself. So he gets into one of those hospitals.

Psychiatrist looks at him, listens to his story, starts to investigate and finds out that a girl actually was born on the day his wife was born and actually had the name of his wife and that all the rest of the story is correct. Except for the girl died when she was around 8 years old in bizarre ways.

And here I’m stuck.. and I’ve just set up the plot, nothing even happened yet, so that’s a really stupid part to be stuck.. I don’t know if I’m supposed to go fantasy and make people-ish things out of death and fate or go more realistic and have it be all psychological… I’m stuck, it bugs me..

I really like this band!

My biggest love when it comes to TV-Shows is X-Files (among others) and I tend to watch a couple of episodes every evening with the other guy in my apartment and he tends to fall asleep while watching and I tend to go all, awwwwww, when it comes to Fox and Dana. They’re the best couple ever!

Today we watched “One Breath” and I got just one question for you people out there: What the fuck is wrong with Dana Scully’s breasts? Why do they seem so huge while she’s lying on her hospital bed? Why? Why? Why? It’s grotesque.

When I’m at home and not watching TV, fighting with the other guy living in my apartment (that sleeps usually) I tend to game. I’m a gamer. There are three games, I play.

World of Warcraft
Nothing beats my Bloodelf, my precious. I love the graphics, the quests, the people. The game is something I could play all day long.

Then there’s Lord of the Rings Oline
Tolkien’s world online. It was such a joy to buy it when they finally finished that project.

And of course: Trackmania
I love racing cars!

And this will be our cat:

No name yet, suggestions?

There’ll be a third member of our family. Another cat. So it’ll be two cats and one dog. The other cat is an adult. A poor lost thing that we will give a home to. His name is Garfield and as you will guess, he is a red-white-tiger cat.

Tags: Cat

Two old, beautiful cars passing us by.

Me: Wow, what kind are these?

He: Alzheimer, I think.

Me: You mean old-timer?

He: Oh, yeah.

He’s 11. I love him!

Today was the birthday of my two younger siblings, that aren’t really my siblings, but that are. They got 11. Yes they’re twins. Boy and girl. The cutest, most angelic things that ever walked earth. Besides their mother. Who by the way made my favourite dish at noon. They love it too of course but I loved the little fact that it was the dish I’d kill for, that she made.

It’s chicken, with pasta, and a sauce so delicious it must have been made in heaven. (My mother, which really isn’t my mother, but is, is a piece of heaven, so there you go.) Me, I was a happy kid.

When I was a child, birthdays were never much fun. The family would gather. The family would sit and talk about adult stuffs, the kids would be with each other and then I’d get presents and the family goes home again. I never really got birthday parties with all the other kids and all the fun and the love and the rest. I had a very cold childhood. I don’t even remember any particular birthday. It was always blah. Blah is the right word.
I just know, the presents I wanted, I usually got them. Except for video games, they were forbidden. But otherwise I got it all. Reasonable but still kind of spoiled. With material stuff. Never with love and affection.
That’s not entirely true either. Bottom line, I never had a birthday that I still remember and remember as a wow kind of day. I find that sad.

Do you remember your birthdays?