Unfinished Business

First, about that health issue.  Diabetes, as in The Threat Of.  High Risk, or should I say, Higher Risk.  Yeah, Dad, thank you and your whole fucking side of the family for those genes.  Dammit.  So, the rest of those twenty pounds that I didn’t lose over the summer just FELL OFF last week.  Scared straight and frayed nerves.  It’s funny how quickly those sugar cravings disappear like a dick in ice water.  Yeah, I have a choice to make, but I think it’s a no-brainer:  chocolate or life?  Okay, I may be overstating the issue, but I DON’T WANT DIABETES.  I don’t want insulin shots, I don’t want dialysis, I don’t want poor vision, I don’t want anything amputated, and I don’t want to die young.  Got it?

Scared, confused, angry, and FIGHTING BACK.

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Moving on to some bowling news.

1.  Remember how I said it appeared that Melinda had no new body art this year?  Well, I was wrong.  Silly me.  She has another tattoo.  This one is on her shoulder – a tropical sunset-palm tree-beach scene.  It’s about five inches long and three or four inches high.  Too big for a shoulder, I’d say.

And I noticed Skank Thing has a dark sunburst on her shoulder.  No surprise.  She probably has another tattoo of a big arrow pointing from her navel down to her crotch with the words “DO ME HERE.”  She’s all class like that.

You know, the more I see tattoos, the more I realize I don’t like them.  They’re nasty.  Really, I’ve never seen one that I found to be attractive.  And, excepting expensive laser removal, they’re so PERMANENT.  I can’t make that kind of commitment.  Seriously, what tattoo would I want today that I would still want when I’m 80 (assuming I can escape The Threat of Diabetes for that long)?  It’s like being told you have to wear the same earrings every day for the rest of your life.  Who wouldn’t get sick of that?

2.  Lala showed up last week, seemingly for the purpose of hanging out with me post-bowling.  Just when I thought it was safe….  I’ve been enjoying the calm emotional waters for the past year without him.  I haven’t missed him.  I’ve gotten over him.  I’m happy.

Nevertheless, I did hang out with him.  Apparently, I’ve gotten past the anger, too.  Like, he’s who he is, and that’s not for me.  So be it.

And a strange thing happened.  Some of the things he said or didn’t say or did or didn’t do in the past that pissed me off – he did the reverse last week.  As if he were going out of his way to be nice to me.  I don’t mean Horny Nice.  Gentlemanly Nice.  He even said something nice about a cat.

The bastard.

He’s up to something.  I figure he’s either (a) looking for a second chance even though I told Mack I’d never allow it, or (b) testing me to see how I act around him because he’s interested in rejoining the league but doesn’t want to do so if there’s too much tension.  (I’ve suspected his absence from the league for the past year had something to do with Skank Thing or me – or both of us.)

Whatever.  Time will tell.  I’m past my anger, but I haven’t forgotten what it was that angered me in the first place.

Autumn

Stuck in my head:  “Gravity” – A Perfect Circle

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