1. Human Nature — Madonna
2. Promises Promises — Dionne Warwick
3. Easter Parade — Judy Garland
4. Fan­tasy — Apple­ton
5. Twi­light Omens — Franz Ferdinand
6. Preg­nant for the Last Time — Morrissey
7. The Voice Within — Christina Aguilera
8. Before it Breaks — Brandi Carlisle
9. Ride the Ride — The Bangles
10. By the Time — Mika

As the end draws near, I’m start­ing to close up accounts, some of which I’ve had for over ten years. It feels like I’m cut­ting out big pieces of my life. But in real­ity, it’s trim­ming the fat. I only wish I could do that lit­er­ally. Ha. Accord­ing to my cal­cu­la­tions, and if my sev­er­ance is as big as I think it will be, I should be able to get by on a min­i­mum with a pos­si­ble remain­der of about $50 a week. Granted, I’ve lived on far less for longer, but that itself was over a decade ago, and I’m afraid I’ve for­got­ten how to be poor.

And, to add to this con­fu­sion, V wants to fos­ter kit­tens from the SPCA. Appar­ently, spring­time in the ani­mal world is when cats go fuck­ing crazy — or should I say crazy fuck­ing — and there are lit­ters and lit­ters of unwanted kit­tens all over the place. San Fran­cisco and Oak­land have no-kill facil­i­ties, but they still can’t han­dle the mass of kit­tens who need con­stant atten­tion and care in their begin­ning months. So they ask for vol­un­teers to take in a few at a time to raise for a month or so until they can be returned and adopted. We’ve been talk­ing about get­ting cats for a while now any­way, and I want two, from the same lit­ter, and we’ve got names and every­thing, so this could be a great oppor­tu­nity for us. We take in two kit­tehs, fos­ter them, and then adopt them and keep them. This is crazy. I’m gonna end up the crazy cat gay. And V’s answer? “You’ve got time on your hands, you can do it.” What. Ever. Bitch. Rub. It. In. Any­way, it could hap­pen as soon as this week­end. Whaaaaaaaat? OMG.

I finally own my car lock, stock, and bar­rel. I made the last pay­ment ear­lier this month, and the title came in the mail today. Now what? It’s been seven years and eleven months pay­ing it off. I will never do that again. Never lease a car. It’s a waste of money. Totally. I don’t even drive the thing any­more, but what­ever. It’s one less bill to worry about every month!

Let’s see, it’s Day Who Knows of my funem­ploy­ment. I’ve only got a cou­ple weeks left before I’m really unem­ployed. I haven’t really done any­thing to work on that. I’ve been brain­storm­ing a lot about what I would like doing, and every­thing I come up with sounds fun, but doesn’t pay very well. I’ll have to work two jobs again. Yay. Or else set­tle for an office job. Nay.

I’m still going to school. I think it’s my only sal­va­tion at this point. I’m reg­is­tered for the fall term, with an Eng­lish class and Span­ish 1. That’s excit­ing. Really. I’m look­ing for­ward to it. I should have learned Span­ish a long time ago, like 20 years ago. What­ever. And I’m think­ing that I could dou­ble major in French and Span­ish or some­thing fun like that. I took a French place­ment test from SFSU the other day, and it put me in fourth year French. So, what do I do as a junior? I mean, I’ll be maxed out of classes before I even start! No, that’s not true, but I hope there are options for study at this level. God, that makes me sound so con­ceited. “I know every­thing there is to know about French, what else can you teach me?” Lady, please.

It’s cold and rainy today, my hordies still aren’t to 80 yet. Dammit all to hell. There’s so much to do! Will I have enough time? OMG.