Facebook, you goofy bastard

Well. I looked at my blog and realized that it has been a shockingly long time since I updated anything.
I blame Facebook. Its slutty, easy one-liners, its seductive "wall", its alluring ability to re-connect with long-lost friends...
Plus, I got a Piggy on mine!
"GRUUUUUUBBBSS!!!" is his catch-phrase.
(Some evenings, this is the only communication I will have with my brother. "Grubs!" I'll say. "GRUUUUBS!" he'll enthusiastically reply.
And yet, we complain about "The Little Autistic Boy Next Door™"'s incessant hooting. Which is happening right now, ironically enough.
"Hooot." "Hoot."
They really are a lovely family. It's just a bit annoying when you're trying to sleep.)
Okay. Stuff has happened. I got another tattoo. It is no longer itchy. It is beautiful. I love it.
It finally rained here. I can sleep in the apartment again.
I went to Saskatchamatoon and saw my ex-cat. He was aloof. I ignored him. It was like old times.
Work is work-y. Bleah. 'Nuff said.
Other stuff has happened too, but I don't wanna write about it right now. Too fresh. I like to wait for the hurt to get all infected and mouldering before I go into it. All scabby and scarred and oozing various colours and consistencies of pain and anguish and regret. All rancid, and bloated, and gangrenous, and... I'm gonna go have dinner now.