Well I usually have a lot on my mind, and tonight, after discovering on could on my new 'puta, I decided to create a blog, or "venting machine" lol.
So...my name is Andie (you don't need to know any more than that...a little mystery never did any harm :P), I live at my house, which is in a small country called New Zealand, I have a boyfriend named Shane who is wonderful and awesome. I think he was born to be a boyfriend, he's so weirdly awesome at it lol. I'm not so great as a girlfriend...but that's another story. I'm lookin' for a kitten/cat to replace the one my family had to put down a few months back, and the search isn't going so well.
One of Shane's cat's gave birth a few months back and they are essentially "free to a good home", so I went and had a look. I got hella attached to one of them, and after deciding that was the one for me, was rang up at 11 at night and told it was promised to another girl...I actually cried. Over a damn cat. I love animals, I would find it really hard to live without at least a dog, but I mean come on! Can't believe I cried over a damn cat. I'm a typical kiwi person in that respect...a cats a bloody cat, nothing to cry over! But I did and there you go. I'm a wuss. Fancy that.
Went back to Shane's today to look at another one, its' sister, and it scratched the shit out of me. I was assured that was only because it wasn't used to humans, and I really didn't want to be a snob, but I just thought "f*ck this", you know? I don't want to force the thing to like me, or take it home to find it just wanted fed and then outside to chase a bird or some shit? I mean as I said, I didn't want to be a snob but if it's at all possible I'd like a cat to give me a little love that comes from something besides being the hand that feeds! Decided in the end to go to the SPCA after holidays sort themselves out and I'm back to living at my house on a regular basis, without my father giving me a matter of days to cancel all my plans and tell my (scary) boss I need another week off work to chase my brother around the country playing a sport he won't give a flying f*ck about in 2 or 3 years time! So, off to my Auntys' (who I love, so it's not all bad) the day after tomorrow, because he doesn't trust me to stay at home by myself without either:
a) throwing a massive party (with what friends?)
b) Leaving the house with the stove on and everything unlocked
or, most worrying to him, c) have sex with my boyfriend of 15 months!
Lucky me, I am both the oldest child and only daughter, which I suppose sums up to a heaping helping of over-protective father, especially since Mum died. I sympathize but ideally I'd like more space, as everyone does.
Went to see my horse, Jameela today. Rode her out on the dirt road. She was really unsure of everything around her and eventually had to turn back because I couldn't be arsed fighting with her any longer. So...tired...got some good exercise (both of us) and if nothing else, it was a learning and trusting experience for her. She's only 4, so she's allowed to make a few mistakes I suppose. But, you know, I'm only human, I couldn't help getting a little frustrated with the whole stop/start/stop deal.
So, in conclusion today was a "f*ck it!" kind of day. Hopefully tomorrow will be better! Night night xxx
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