Some days I just want to be a monster with you.

If you were a monster, what would you be?

Would you have talons and teeth? Poison sacks? Would you bleed acid (no not hat kind; the other kind)?

What kind of monster are you?

"The Times They Are a-...Becoming Quite Different."

The Sword - [Freya]--- Things are Changing. I love change, you know? Love causing it. Love watching it. Love reveling in it.

As long as I have somewhere safe from which to do it.

The roommates' dog died, while unknownbinaries and I were up north. I say "The Roommates' Dog," but I knew that dog pretty much her entire life. That's about 13 years, now. She had to be put down, because she had a freakishly aggressive cancer. The part that fucks me up the most about it is that I wasn't around when it happened.

Dropz - A Snowflake Falling To The Ground [Black Savannah Remix]--- I didn't get to say good bye, you know? That upsets me.

Two of the roommates are moving out. I mean, we knew that the current house situation would be changing, because the aforementioned roommates-- a married couple-- are pregnant. And this house can't handle six fully grown humans who can, for the most part, actually control all of their emotional responses and bodily functions. Adding a baby as our sixth? No. Not just no, but HELL No.

The Red Paintings - [Destroy the Robots]--- And that's sad. Problems though it had, i liked the make-up of this house. Honestly, if I had my druthers (and millions of dollars) , I'd buy this property, raze the house, and build a much better house, here.

But if I had my druthers, I'd be able to teleport, and I'd never have to worry about a single home, again, except as a place to keep my stuff.

I should have been born into House Portico.

But I violently digress.

Why am i talking about all this? Because I really don't want to. And what did we say about making the Imp of the Perverse your bitch? That's right. Do That Thing.

These changes seem very final. (Flogging Molly - [Wanderlust (Live)]). Like, we've moved before. We've changed houses and the combinations of people, therein, many many times. Why is this so different?

Because it's punctuated by a fucking birth and a death. Those are pretty Archetypal Epoch Markers, you know? I'm human, folks. These things resonate.

So. Options: Stay here. Find two new people to move into this place and continue to live in this wasp-infested, bad-wiring-having, improperly insulated shithole, in the middle of a neighbourhood with semi-feral neighbour dogs, on the edge of the ghetto, or...

Tori Amos - [Little Amsterdam]--- Or we move to a new place, and have to find something better than this ridiculously-cheap-rent-having, Capital-N-Nature-Surrounded place where unknownbinaries' Garden is, and do it for relatively cheap.

And then there's the question of, where? With whom? Just me and unknownbinaries can fit in what used to be my Dad's condo, out in Tucker. This would undoubtedly be the cheapest option. But then what of Bob? And how would unknownbinaries get anywhere?

The Darkest of the Hillside Thickets - [Battered]--- So. This is what's been on my mind, this week. This and the fact that I really dislike my retail job, and would like to leave it, but I've not yet been guaranteed any summer teaching positions.

Einstürzende Neubauten - [Haus Der Luege]--- So now is the time for the hard decisions.

HOORAY!!