Oy

Yeah. I am so not good at blogging anymore. But here I am, middle of the night and restless thanks to my friend Abilify. Worked until close today. We had the cops there multiple times and an ambulance once. Seems someone had some brass knuckles and someone else’s head got acquainted with them. Boy, do I love the teenagers on Friday and Saturday nights! Speaking of teenagers, one of the teenagers employed by my store got fired today. She posted a bulletin about it on MySpace, saying she got “laid off” because she was a dumbass, and was going to go out and get fucked up. Honestly, do I really even need to comment?

I should be asleep. Maybe this stupid medication will let me sleep sometime soon. If not, I’ll be up making cookies and knitting and cleaning house and making artist trading cards and altered art and and and…

It’s weird sometimes realizing how much time has gone by. When Steve and I first started dating, his little brother was this little pubescent dork who was … well, he was 13. That should sum it up. Now he’s turning 28 later this month and has a baby on the way. I just read something his girlfriend wrote on MySpace about their cat they had to put to sleep last month and his response to it, saying he started crying reading what she had written. It’s hard to change the picture in my head from the shy little boy to the (ok, still shy) grown up man preparing to be a dad. Seeing that side of him — hell, finding out it exists — lets me know he’s going to be ok.

My biological brother has heard me say I love him once that I remember — i.e., beyond the toddler stage when you parrot back what you’re told to say. He’s an annoying racist prejudiced opinionated ass, and that’s what I have to say about him on a good day when he hasn’t pissed me off recently. My oldest bio brother is just a rich prick. Don’t recall ever telling him much of anything, now that I think about it. My point here is that I don’t have a whole lot of experience with sibling relationships. I just left my brother-in-law a comment on MySpace that I love him and his girlfriend. Just a baby step, maybe, but I’d like to try to keep making moves in the right direction.