The Mysterious Death of the Rabbitt

After work last night I drove the long hour home from Irvine. I felt a twitch in my pants, the kind of twitch that is a side effect of owning the rabbitt. I fought the urge to run straight into my room, seize that purple pearl infested wand and go to town. Instead I pretended that I wanted to read, check my email, and play a little guitar very, very quietly. See it was the midnight hour, and I was full of distraction. After the nighttime ritual of face cleansing, tongue scraping, teeth brushing, etc. I found myself in the dark, staring blindly at the ceiling and unable to sleep. Maybe just a little hit of the rabbitt will knock me out, I thought. Like a junkie, I searched for my little pretend boyfriend amongst the many boxes and suitcases that I live out of currently. There, it was right where I left it. But something was very, very wrong. It was nearly severed at the base from the battery pack! AAHHH! I couldn't believe it...and I couldn't comprehend the horror of what I realized next. Either (A) My little baby cousins who are 7 and 10 found this thing while rifiling through my stuff and broke it (B) Someone else (the maid? the gardener?) found it buried in three layers of clothes and towels under four other suitcases or (C) It was a lousy piece of shit for $104.50 and I was too rough with it last time. But the thing is shattered...literally looks like it was dropped on cement. I feel this disturbing cloud of suspicion and aim to investigate who killed my Rabbitt!!!

Unfortunately it reminds me of a story not unlike this one, but set in the rural community of Brighton, Michigan about five years ago. That story will remain untold, but it was a case of the "Disappearing Dildo" that reminded me to look under my own roof before doubting myself in this investigation. Young curious children, beware the dark side of your houseguest! Eww, how violating anyways.

In other news, I have an interview at the Del Mar location of Ruth's Chris and I think I am going to make the transfer for the time being. It has been a tearing sensation in many regards, but I look to my other friends who have recently moved..(shout out to Dalila and Gina) and I see that maybe the new place and a new scene could benefit my personal growth. Plus getting a break from the OC life may just unveil this new side of me-tender, confident, laid back, using my turn signal. You know, no more rat race and stuff. I am really enjoying getting to know my cousins as well. So it seems like a good move. My sister has told me pipe dreams about moving out here after Christmas and joining forces!! So the initial plan is to save money and wait for her to come to me...then we can journey together to some exotic location. (Like Norcal...) and figure it out from there. I would like to eventually live in the Big Sur/Carmel area. God it is gorgeous! These expansive vistas and crests of green mountain line the coast and sweeping back from the shore are bursts of crimson and ochre and fuschia colored foliage. It is the kind of beauty that humbles you, fills your lungs with a grateful breath, and aches to be captured on canvas or film. So that is what draws me, and hopefully Amanda will feel the same once I reveal it to her. Horses and winding trails and beautiful trees with foggy inlets and moss covered boulders lining the sea. I can't wait! Maybe a hot dude with lots of black chest hair, too. Bonus!