Call them what you like: potato bug, roly poly, pill bug.  But I am being overrun.  If overrun means finding 1-2 a day in my apartment, far away from any windows or doors.

Usually the cats play with them, which is how I notice there’s yet another in my apartment.  And I know they’re harmless.  But it’s gross.

Why do I live in a bug apartment?  If it’s not one, it’s another.  I suppose I should be glad it’s not still centipedes and earwigs.  *shudder*  Or ants. I think I’ve successfully figured out how to keep the ants away. (I.e. block all their entrances with caulk.)

I really hate insects.  At least inside.  Outside they are fine.  But once they come inside, I feel as though they have signed their own death certificate.

[Sorry there's nothing more exciting to talk about. Life has been sort of just plodding on.]

I decided to stop job hunting for awhile.  There aren’t a lot of jobs out there right now, and the one I have isn’t terrible, so…  I’m going to just stay put.  And at some point, I’ll start looking again, but I doubt very much if it will happen before the holidays.

I also disabled (not deleted) my okcupid account.  I need a break from the insanity of online dating.  I think I really should put some thought into whether or not you can date in real life, because that would be so much more ideal.  Do you have any suggestions?  And don’t say a bar.  Or church.

As for church, I haven’t been in several weeks, but think I will start going back at any moment.

(There, the typical tripartite of updates.)

One of my friends had a great idea for NaNoWriMo.  It would be a bit of a hijack, but when have I ever played by arbitrary rules that I didn’t make up myself?  Anyway, she suggested I write a book of all my (mostly online) dating stories.  That could be a fun way to spend November.  Now, there have been so many that I will have to enlist help to remember them all.  I figure if I spent this month brainstorming, trying to get some basic notes on as many as I can recall…  We’ll see how it goes.  But it would be fun, if nothing else.

One of her favourite recent stories was the guy that after the third date, I realized I had more chemistry with my sandwich than him.  (Oh my goodness it was the best sandwich ever.  Grilled cheese on sourdough with Beecher’s flagship, beer caramelized onions, and bacon.)  That said, friends, if you have some favourites, let me know.

Do you think all the accidental dates and wrongly assumed joke ask-outs should be included?  Because those are some good stories, too.  (Remember those days before I figured out what a date was and that if a guy asked you out, he was serious?)

In other news, I went on a good first date this weekend.  He even walked me to my car afterwards–no one does that anymore, but it’s a really nice touch.

And, I forgot this song in last night’s post:

(Song actually starts around 1:40)

Nothing, nothing, nothing.

There is nothing new to tell you.

I’m debating giving up on church again; I hate online dating; I can’t find a job.  See??  Nothing new.

My cats are adorable as ever. (Still not new.)

One of my work friends is on maternity leave (that’s new).  I’m excited for her, but sad for me.  That is three months of way less enjoyable social interactions at work.  I think it will make the next three work months much less bearable.  But perhaps that will be even more motivation for finding a new job?

Next month is NaNoWriMo.  And like every year, I am debating joining in.  If I started planning now, I could probably pull a book idea together well enough to have a real chance of writing it.  But then… that’s basically all I would do for the entire month of November.  Oh the decisions.

I convinced another friend to sign up for online dating, and he is getting date after date after date with all these hotties.  Clearly he is doing something right.  (Or he’s just so dang amazing, which I would tend to believe.)

Maybe something new or exciting will happen soon.  Or I’ll develop something interesting to say regardless.

One can hope.

Any of you who know me know that I am no friend of change.  I will accept it if I have to, but usually with much kicking and screaming along the way.  Even self-chosen change is hard for me.

So it should not surprise me that even little, inconsequential changes feel bigger than they really are.

For example, we got new upstairs neighbors in my four-plex.  There’s two of them, and they each have a car (as opposed to the other three of us who are single and have one car).  We have six total parking spots for our four apartments.  Up until now, this was perfect, with two extra spots for guests.

But one of my neighbors has been having her cousin stay with her for over a month.  That means that we now have no extra spots.  And not just that, but the new people don’t seem to realize yet that my upstairs neighbor and I park in the same spots every day.  They are more or less assigned, even if not officially.

So here is the stressor: not only do I have nowhere for guests to park, but my spot could be taken at any moment.  I might come home to no spot.

I’ve asked my landlord to assign parking, at least for four dedicated spots, so that this never happens.  He seemed amenable.  (Let’s hope that means it will happen sooner than later.)

And yes, I know I’m kind of crazy.

Well, I didn’t think the last guy would turn out like he did.

As it is, he’s a fake entirely.

So after spending two weeks talking on the phone for hours every day, when he never showed up for our date, I oscillated between being pissed and being worried. The summary is that the morning after, a friend and I spent some time google stalking him extensively.  We found a real person–facebook, twitter, pinterest–connected to the pictures–and oddly some of the attributes.  We’re not sure if the real person was who was faking me out or if someone else had merely stolen his pictures.  (His social media is very public, so way too easy to steal.)

I can tell you I went from disappointed to indignant and angry pretty damn fast.

But don’t you worry.  I am getting right back on the horse with a coffee date this afternoon.

(My new strategy is to meet first, talk later.)

Although if this guy doesn’t show, I might have to start questioning the universe’s deep seated desire to keep me single.

Quick Update:  I will comfort myself with the fact that even Elizabeth Bennett was taken in by that charlatan, George Wickham.

Alright, so I’m back in the world of internet dating.  Because I’m a sucker.  And also for my friends’ enjoyment.  I thought I should share my most recent, very terrible, first date story.

Two weekends ago, I went on a first date with a guy who seemed okay from our conversations.  Oh, how wrong I was.  I’m not sure when I should have walked away.  Was it when he said he didn’t like coffee?  Or when he said he watched the Harry Potter movies, but had no interest in reading the books?  (He’s not really a reader, apparently.)  Or when he insisted his cat would only eat cheap, supermarket cat food and violently hated all other animals?  When he said he usually just drank soda (no water for him) and that pop tarts were a regular part of his diet?  But you know what the clincher really was?  When he said, and I quote, “I can’t imagine a life without high fructose corn syrup.”  Thank goodness that by then I had finished my coffee and could skedaddle with poor excuses.

Who says that?!  Even if you have terrible nutrition, which was evident by his wane, sickly complexion, you should not be proud of it.

Oh the wide and “wonderful” world of online dating.

Stay tuned for more great stories.

SophieSophie has this piece of paper that she loves.  Okay, so whenever her piece has been ripped to shreds, I cut her a new piece from a roll of shipping paper I stow away.  But only because she loves it so much.  She hides in it, runs down the hallway and jumps/skids on top of it, basically spends a lot of time with this piece of paper.

This last weekend, while playing in her paper, she ran head first into the wall.  I’m not going to lie, I laughed.  Poor kitty.

ShelbyAnd to be fair to both cats, here’s a pic of Shelby.  This has been one of her new chilling spots.  I have no idea why this is so comfortable to her, but I’ve noticed she sits like this on warmer days.

Speaking of warmer weather, I think it is finally cooling off!  Maybe.  I hope.

I’ve been going to a United Methodist church lately.  And overall, it has been a really good experience.  They’re liturgical and socially liberal.  And the pastor (probably both) are feminists.  Er, the reverend?  I’m not good at their lingo, yet.

Life is speeding along, largely without me it seems.  I am not sure how just yesterday it was August 1st, and now the month is almost over.  Additionally, I would like to petition that we get more rain.  Just sayin’.  [Should I put that apostrophe inside or outside the punctuation?  Generally I put them outside, but what with the placement, I felt it more appropriate to be in.  Anyone know?]

As you know, I am mostly quite pleased with my living situation (being alone, that is).  However, every so often, I go through periods of loneliness.  I suppose this is normal.  And I think it is also connected to being less satisfied with my current situation (work, apartment, that sort of thing).  Sometimes I just plain envy those who have someone else around, be it a roommate or a significant other.  (Do not get me wrong: I do not want a roommate for anything.)  That is mostly when I have to, yet again, wash dishes or cook or some other chore that I would otherwise split with another person.  Or when I think it would be nice to have someone around with whom to talk something over.  I don’t know.  Maybe I just need a better network of friends.

Food-wise, I’ve been making some new and tasty dishes: spicy lentil sloppy joes, chickpea Mediterranean stew, farmer’s lunch sandwich, to name a few.  Tomorrow I am going to finally try black bean and sweet potato burritos.  I am hoping it is everything I have imagined (and more).

I guess that’s it for now.

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