Kitty Power

Where The Heart Is

The past two weekends, I've barely gone beyond a one-mile radius of my apartment. One reason is laziness and another is the awesome batch of neighbors I've got. This week, I was hanging with at least one of them 4 out of 7 nights. They're all pretty much without fail amazingly cool and it's usually a pleasure.

Farmer's heading off soon to go back to traipsing around the world and I'm pretty beat about it. This friend thing is going swimmingly and it makes me feel so justified that I believed in him as a person even when things between us were at the worst. Soon, he shall be reunited with his girl and I'm really happy yet sad about it at the same time. I want to meet her and yell, "hey bitch, don't take my friend away. He means the world to me and I just got used to him being this wonderful rock to have around." But of course, I wouldn't do that (out loud) and instead I'm just "mew. Don't be a stranger, man."

The other day I asked him if I was territorial and I got no pause before the "yes." I was amused at the total lack of hesitation, but I know that it's true. I am loyal to a fault when I like someone and when someone else comes in making waves, the gloves are off, the nails are out, and you better watch your back. I've had plenty of arguments with friends as the years have passed over their significant others and my general disdain for them. I love my kids and only want the best. If they're with some wack trifling idiot, I'm not going to hide my feelings. After all, I don't have to like who they're with...I'm not fucking them and I generally don't feel like I ought to give more than a passing thought if I think they're idiot just like everyone else. I'll go out of my way to avoid people and be real cold. I'm a bitch, but hey, it's better than fronting.

There's very strange dynamics at play with the neighbors sometimes. We've built a bit of a clique that does it up on the reg. There's inside jokes, a truckload of messages, and of course, a little gossip to keep it all fun. [CENSORED] Alas, the world keeps turning and it keeps chatter over drinks interesting.

But, it's one of those things that seems ripe for a dramatic coda. If I was more inclined, I'd push fate along a bit. I theorized to Jay-V the other day that I'm just an alpha bitch in beta's clothing. I do so enjoy stirring up the pot. Still ultimately, not only do I hate getting my hands dirty, but pish to effort. For now, I'll just sit back and enjoy the soap opera shit.

Posted by Candicissima at November 13, 2005 03:28 AM