And There Shall Be Four Horsemen and One Big Racket Upstairs

I'm still not answering my phone. Until there comes a time when there are people calling me who are less annoying on the whole, I'm going to keep on not answering the phone. It's better that way. The other day, while talking to Guinevere, I mentioned I'd had a visitor (other than the cat), and she guessed it might have been Jen, Deb, or Amy. If she'd guessed Cooter, too, she'd have nailed all four of the horsemen of the apocalypse. It was, in fact, Amy. As the horsemen go right now, she's definitely the least objectionable.

There came a knocking on my door. I was hesitant to answer it, thinking it was probably Jen or Deb. I waited and the knocking came again. Amy was there with a friend. This friend, whose name I don't remember now, was also over there that night I met Deb, but her hair was different so I didn't recognize her at first. I'd seen her at the gas station the night before also and didn't recognize her. I did think, though, that she resembled Tila Tequila. She even made a snarky remark about the counter-jockey there who didn't know the price of chocolate milk in his own establishment, and I laughed.

Anyway, Amy was here because she and Cooter had yet another fight. This one started, so I'm told, because her friend had applied make-up to her, Cooter then called her a slut, and things went from there. The next day I heard the other side of it from Cooter and it synced up pretty well, so there you go. Cooter is a fucking idiot. He went on and on about this and that, and I pretty much just rolled my eyes at him like I usually do--by this point most of the things he rambles on about are like white noise to me. Amy only stayed for maybe twenty minutes before she and friend headed back. Yes, it's going to be really great having them in walking distance, I tell you what. While I commiserated with her on Cooter's abject dumbness, I am surprised she didn't show up with suitcase in hand (which still has the potential to happen) looking for a place to crash. As far as my emotional involvement goes, I'm not over her. Compare me now to when I wrote "Darkness Descending" back in January, and I'm in a much better place, though However, I can still turn things over and over in my mind, especially when she's standing right there, and let's face it, people, I am only human and I do want to get laid sometime again during my lifetime.

Meanwhile, the fourth horseman (Deb) seems to have backed off a little, which is a relief. Sure, I'm kind of a dick for not returning but one of the phone calls, but she's already more than a little stalkerish, and my calling her back and especially going out on a date with her would only exacerbate things.

There has been a mystery cell-phone number calling the last week. I finally listened to my messages, which went all the way back to a week ago Thursday, and ... wait for it ... it was Jen. That's right, the original horseman is back in the phone message mix. She didn't leave anything regarding her whereabouts or what she's doing, just another remark on how I sound on my outgoing message. Yeah, she's snarky that way. There was another call tonight, sometime around 10. I should have known it was her, because she's about the only person it would be at that time of night.

Tremendous.

The little cat is spending more and more time here with me. Sometimes now if I'm leaving for the store and he sees me he'll come running, and because I am what I am, I'll let him in to get a bite and go on my way. Sure, he's trustworthy enough. Why not? And if I pull in and he's anywhere in the parking lot, he'll come over and wait in front of my car and then follow me in. And that finally got me busted by someone today.

I saw while driving in that there was some older woman talking to my old lady neighbor across the hall, standing in the hallway. Then I saw the cat. And I knew it would follow me in. So I waited a minute. Then I felt foolish doing that, so I said fuck it and went in, and the cat did follow me, but at a distance this time. I went in, said hi, and then opened my door. The neighbor said, "Oh, here comes the kitty," and as I turned around the little guy scooted by my feet. "You're coming in?" I said. "Ok." You know, I was trying to play it like I don't have him in all the time or anything. So the other lady (who I don't know) said, "So you have him sometime and sometimes he's with them." So I said, "Well, he follows me in sometimes. I don't even know who he belongs to." And she indicated 'them', meaning Brittany and her pistol-toting thug. So there's confirmation. He only stayed long enough to grab a bite to eat that time, though.

And, as promised by the title, the demolition derby has started back up upstairs. It's been really quiet lately, as if the bloom was off the rose ... so to speak. But nope, it was all-guns blazing just half an hour ago. It was so egregious I decided to head out to the store and get some fresh air. They were done by the time I got back.

And that's what's going on around here.