Dig Your Chili

This weekend was moving weekend. But being that I don't have $5 to my name Jan and I had to move my enormous amounts of crap without the aid of movers. Needless to say it sucked. But we got it done and I think Jan will only really lose one arm to some gangrene infection -- and come on Jan ... two arms? Aren't you being a bit selfish there -- one is perfectly ok. So now I am out of the apartment and into the new house (which is still not finished ...) My new room is about the size of a postage stamp. Which if I look on the bright side means less cleaning ... however, I can see into Jan's room while lounging on my bed. Awkward? I think so. Also, my bathroom is right outside of Jan's bedroom -- meaning my 3 a.m. bathroom runs are not so private anymore. The other night I actually held it as to not wake Jan up with my urination. But I am sensing a whole string of UTI's from improper bladder usage - so maybe Depends or a chamber pot are in order. It has been a

Urrggh. That is about all I can muster after drinking copious amounts of cheap red wine last night. You would think that survival instincts would kick in and my brain would remind me that my liver hates me. But apparently my brain hates me too and thought it would be way more fun to suffer. Bastard. And of course I have a ton of work to do as I am moving from my apartment tomorrow (and am no where near packed). All I want to do is curl into a little ball on the floor but I don't think that pill bugging will get my apartment packed. And what is really stupid - I didn't even have that much to drink last night which means that I am getting old and can't handle my liquor no mo. Great. The onset of old age. Pretty soon I will be able to understand the Luby's Luanne platter. (I am utterly convinced that when you turn 65 the secret of how to order the Luanne is magically unlocked in your brain) I have a whole rant on dating and how the hell long should you wait for a

Which sounds like the beginning of a truly epic story. Unfortunately, unless epic really means super lame and boring, I will probably not reach epic proportions with my random musings. But it has been suggested to me that journaling is a good way to exercise demons. And I am all for exercising especially when it does not involve actual work or sweat. So first things first. Dig your Chili. What in the hell is chili digging you may be asking? Dig your chili was a phrase that I started using a few years ago (which honestly I always claimed invention rights to ... but Urban Dictionary puts me to shame there) that means that "you like someone". And when you really stop to think about it Chili is actually quite a good metaphor for love. a). Chili can be hot b.) Chili can also give you severe diarrhea c.) Chili is good with cheese on top See where I am going with that (ok minus the cheese thing but who can argue with cheese!)? Chili is a lot like love, in that it makes yo