non profit is another word for HOLD ME, i'm lonely!

I went to Mandeville today with Warhola to get the last of my things from my father, including my cat. I went in, and he was passed out on the couch with a beer in his hand. I got most of my things out before he woke up, but hauling my record player out woke him up. It was raining really hard and Warhola was wearing a 3 piece suit (?!) and drenched. He was civil, and I told him "I'm taking the cat." I had missed my dear Archimedes so much. We got him in the car and he must be stressed/something else because the hair on his back legs is really thin :( and it makes me sad. So I'm going to take him to the vet when I can. But I also got one of my most prized items back, ever. Most of you journal ladies haven't seen it. I do have a white wig. It's so awesome. Warhola is at work and I'm pretty happy. Even though I'm worried about Archimedes and pissed off as fuck at August for not getting (nor looking) for a job. But I can tell that it's getting to Warhola too, we aren't going to support him to play computer games all day. Which is what he does. From when he wakes up to when he goes to bed. Doesn't even stop to make food. Only stops to bug me for cigarettes, which he won't be getting anymore of. He owes me almost a carton already. And 175$. I am not going to say anything to him all night tonight, and just wait paitently for Warhola to get home from the Port of Call. How can you live in the greatest city on earth and not want to go out all the time? He has only been out once since moving here, ONCE. And that was with me. I don't count going to the Port of Call to bother Warhola for free booze going out. Not at fucking all. Oh wait, the monster is stirring. Getting something to eat, I imagine. I don't know if this is the city for August. He doesn't care about anything "New Orleans" like at all, much less anything that is constructive. I mean, he's a nice guy, when he's not cold as shit to me. We just split a cigarette and talked about stereo equipment, tons of which, my father gave to me. That whole thing just depresses the shit out of me, my father obviously cares so much about me but he just can't get his shit together to not be homeless in a year or in jail. I don't know what to do about that. Hahaha it's quite cool to see how I upheaved all of you from greatestjournal. GREATESTJOURNAL IS FOR SUCKAS. :D I'm happy. I'm happy with Warhola, with our house, with Archimedes, even with August when he isn't being a douche. God I love it.