Okay, go.

I have that song stuck in my head, and it works well to describe how I feel, 'here we go again' kind of dread, or whatever. I went home this past weekend and it was nice. My parents very obviously missed me (my Dad, especially, though he would never outright say it). I helped him vaccinate pigeons, which made his day. In all honesty, I wouldn't mind racing pigeons. I used to love it when I was a kid, I liked training and picking out the good ones and waiting for them to come home. Then I was a teenager and thought it was so stupid, and right now, I couldn't tell you why. My Dad always asks me if I will race when I get a place of my own, and up until, well, now, I said no. I might. Its one of those crazy things that my family does. I am nearly completely opposite of everything my family is right now, and going home reminds me of it. It really used to bother me, and some things still do, very much. But rather than avoiding the place like I usually do (I hardly even go home for holidays) I decided that maybe I should just get off my high horse and deal with it. Not that I have a horse. Speaking of horses...
My neighbors at home had 2 ponies. They moved in mid-October, and brought them with. They kept (until today) them in an 8x8 plywood shed with a tarp over it. The only light and ventilation came from a one foot wide, 6 foot long slit in one side. They have never, ever come out of it. No grass, no sun, no outside pen. I called animal control today, and they loaded them up in their trailer. Now maybe they can get sunshine, and grass, and exercise.
My sister tried to get me to go see some male strippers and just go out. I told her I would go out (not to the strippers) if I could have her shoes. She said no. :( I saw one of the guys who I guess I kinda sorta went out with at the gas station. I hate that man. There are only two people who know he exists and what he did, and one of them is him. The other person is not me. I don't count. He looked at me like he recognized me, but I wasn't going to acknowledge him. I really, really wanted to hit him, or kick him, or something. Something painful.