The next time I see everyone I will be a father!!

is scribbled onto the white board we have magnetically attached to our refrigerator. It’s written by one of my (3) room mates, D.

Obviously, he got the telephone call to book it over to the hospital today (I don’t know what time) as his girlfriend is about to give birth. This is insane to think about! When I first met him, when I was younger, we were in high school (he’s two years my senior). I hated him. Thus, no friendship evolved. Earlier last year we got in touch via Facebook, and became quite close friends in November 2007. We were close for a while but it didn’t last, and it’s for the best - as he has other things he should be concentrating on in his life, namely - becoming a father and supporting his girlfriend and child.

We’ve grown apart in the past three months, and quite frankly, I can’t stand living with the guy (we had him move in over January, and our friendship dwindled - but I’m not too bothered by it). He’s been so excited about this baby, his son - and now baby’s on his way! It’s so surreal. The next time I see him, he’s going to be Daddy D. Holy shit. She’s popped early, too, the baby was due May 11th. Well, good luck to him and her and the little one. It’s going to be a long haul, but I think D will manage. He’ll make a good father. An immature one, but he’ll be fun. His kid will love him like nobody’s business. And she does, too. It’s awesome. I’m happy for them.

Speaking of babies, one of my best friends - KF - is due on May 15th. We don’t know the sex of the baby yet, but apparently she is carrying it like a girl. Now there’s a baby I am excited about. She’s asked me to play the role of Aunty, and of course I am honored by this. I can’t wait for that phone call from her boyfriend to let me know she’s in labour. I’ll be at that hospital with the speed of lightening. I don’t care how long I wait outside in the waiting room to hear the news. I have two nieces, and I love them dearly, but I don’t get to see them very often. My brother nor I really make the effort anymore, plus my father and I feel slightly pushed out of that family seeing as my sister-in-law’s parents are extremely invasive and controlling. If they had it their way, we wouldn’t be a part of the family at all. But, my nieces are my world, and I will treat KF’s child just the same as I do when I see my real nieces. What am I talking about, this will be my real niece or nephew. I’m going to spoil the heck out of him/her when they arrive and during the years to come. Maybe I’ll just live vicariously through Kyla, she can pop the kids - I’ll spoil them and get them wired and juiced up on sugar, and send ‘em back to her. It’ll be good times. Ha ha.

Having children. Now there’s a subject that gives me the willies, having my own children. I’m far too young for that kind of business. And far too selfish. I am excited for KF and D, but there’s no way I could even possibly think about having children any time soon. I’m not even sure I want children. They’re loud, they’re annoying, they poop themselves… I think I’ll get a cat instead.

I lub kitties. My favorite cat of all time literally goes by the name of “Kitten”. He’s the bomb, and he hates everything. Except when he wants attention, of course. His eyes are too close together and he wears a permanent tuxedo, and he’s an indoor cat. All dressed up with nowhere to go. Hee-hee! See look:

This is actually KF’s cat, but I get to babysit him once in a while. If she ever thinks of giving him away, I hope she asks me first. I would spoil the hell out of him too, I do when he’s here. And he cuddles my feet when it’s bedtime (only for a little while). He makes me happy. I need a little buddy around. I’ll tend to that when I’m in my own place, though, without room mates - or with room mates that like animals. It’s not that mine right now don’t, although M doesn’t like cats at all, but the house we’re living in only allows dogs. No one who lives here is responsible enough to take care of a puppy. Not yet, anyway.

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Well, I’m listening to “They’re Going To Take My Thumbs” by Holy Fuck (New York). My boyfriend ended up attending one of their shows while he was in New York, and I’m incredibly jealous of this fact. I heard one of their songs on Kenny vs. Spenny the other night - I got a little excited. It’s my weekend now, so I’m sitting here drinking some scotch & water on ice, listening to music, and babbling away in my new blog. No plans this evening, just takin’ her easy. Tomorrow night’s going to be either spent at the twin’s new house (mutual friends of The House) or at “Dub at the Pub” with a few friends. Boyfriend and I are going to be getting together, as well. Haven’t seen him in a couple of days. Starting to miss the funny guy a little bit. He’s afraid of the outdoors when it’s snowing, and although it’s April - considering where I live, it’s not a giant surprise to get dumped on at this point in the year, but we’re getting a lot more than usual. And it’s super cold, so it basically feels like we’ve gone back in time a few months to January. It’s making me (and everyone else) grumpy and miserable, no one wants to leave their hovels. So, that’s my plan tonight. Smoking cigarettes and getting a nice glow going before I head to bed. I’ll probably ramble more later.