Life in the Nuthouse

So about a day or two after James proposed, I dreamed. It was so freaky that I woke up at some ungodly hour, and woke James up too. Basicly, I dreamed that I was in a room with Joe, and he tried proposing to me. Of course, I had to ask why, and he answered with some nonsense about how he figured that since James proposed, he’d give it a shot too so I could decide. I think you all, or those of you who know me well, can guess what I said. I think I WTFed for a second, and then asked exactly what the purpose of his proposing to me would be. Then, I basicly said “fuck this shit.” and ended up turning my back to him, I guess trying to go to sleep. Then, he started climbing on me, and peering over me to look at my face. I don’t know how many times I told him to leave me alone or how many times he got all up in my face, before he finally screamed “fuck you!” and I finally woke up.
It’s weird that I haven’t dreamed about him since…I can’t even remember when. Now, something good happens in my life. I finally find someone stable, and with no control, anger, or I-don’t-know-what-I-want issues, and I see him in a dream again. I think the last time I dreamed about him, I was still in my nice 2-bedroom apartment, and I dreamed he let himself into my apartment, and climbed into bed with me. Dude, get over it and get out of my head. Go find some old granny-like lady who will be willing to put up with your pious, chauvinistic, woman-hating, homophobic, religious wanna-be arse.

She’s gone. They said they would call and let me know if there’s even a possibility of her coming back. They let me keep leash and harness.
Larry’s going back too. Apparently, they think he has limes disease, and Joe just left him at the vet and the vet called Lisa. Typical Joe behavior. He won’t be allowed to get another one.