We went trick-or-treating tonight. The kid really raked it in. We had to dump out her bag so she could get more candy. It may be possible that she was getting 'sympathy candy' at that point-- being the only kid with an empty bag. But I can't say for sure. She was getting handfuls, even with a full bag.
It was a really cool little town. They really go all out for Halloween. The whole town gets T-Ped. Almost every house was giving out candy. My kid asked to quit before we hit all of them.
I can't wait to see pictures!! Especially of the Freshly Fed Zombie....
Saturday, October 30, 2004
They just keep a'knockin'
Jehovah's Witnesses decided to stop by my house the last two days. Yesterday, I didn't answer the door. Today, no such luck. Our inside door was open, and we were obviously home. Husband went to answer the door, and he couldn't believe what he was looking at. It was a true-to-life Stepford Wife. She had the vacant, earnest, brainwashed look on her face. Her skirt fell exactly to the knee. Perfectly styled hair. Her outfit even matched and was color coordinated to the man beside her (which was pure coincidence-- but still funny/creepy). He dubbed them the Plastic People.
My husband was actually able to keep a straight face when she said our neighbors were distressed about the world situation (as if she asked them). He (somewhere in there) said something about not being Christian (don't remember exactly). Brainwashed Stepford looked stunned for a moment, and asked 'So you don't believe in God?' He said he follows a different path, and is not interested in anything Christian. She wondered if he would mind if she read a passage from the bible. He would rather she didn't. They left. I wonder how long it'll be before they come a-callin' again.
Of course, the entire exchange had me reeling through flashbacks...
My husband was actually able to keep a straight face when she said our neighbors were distressed about the world situation (as if she asked them). He (somewhere in there) said something about not being Christian (don't remember exactly). Brainwashed Stepford looked stunned for a moment, and asked 'So you don't believe in God?' He said he follows a different path, and is not interested in anything Christian. She wondered if he would mind if she read a passage from the bible. He would rather she didn't. They left. I wonder how long it'll be before they come a-callin' again.
Of course, the entire exchange had me reeling through flashbacks...
Thursday, October 28, 2004
Time to celebrate!
They finally did it. It's over. We were all pulling for him. We were hoping he would come to the right decision. He did. Today. On his own.
And the best part? She picked up on it. She asked him if he was going to leave her. Amazing. She can have a smart moment. I think that's a first. Well, first I've seen, anyway.
The only bad thing is it'll take her two weeks to a month to move out. And I have no idea how she'll move all her animals. And knowing her, she'll get more critters before she's gone. At least she's moving out of state.
Also, knowing her, she will make his life hell during this last month. Who knows? Maybe she'll find that last human gene in her and actually be decent. Miracles do happen. Occasionally. We can only hope.
Here's the best thing of all. He gets to be friends and actually socialize with us -- whenever he wants! She won't be dictating when he can leave the house anymore. *laugh* She won't be dictating shit anymore! YAY!!! *throwing confetti*
And the best part? She picked up on it. She asked him if he was going to leave her. Amazing. She can have a smart moment. I think that's a first. Well, first I've seen, anyway.
The only bad thing is it'll take her two weeks to a month to move out. And I have no idea how she'll move all her animals. And knowing her, she'll get more critters before she's gone. At least she's moving out of state.
Also, knowing her, she will make his life hell during this last month. Who knows? Maybe she'll find that last human gene in her and actually be decent. Miracles do happen. Occasionally. We can only hope.
Here's the best thing of all. He gets to be friends and actually socialize with us -- whenever he wants! She won't be dictating when he can leave the house anymore. *laugh* She won't be dictating shit anymore! YAY!!! *throwing confetti*
Wednesday, October 27, 2004
Angst
I haven't blogged for a few days. I really should have been keeping up with it. Now I'm all full of tension and general irritation.
I cannot believe how many idiots are in my life.
Or I should say-- smart people that don't actually use their brains. Why let them go to waste? I mean, do you need to be told every tiny detail? What ever happened to hearing information and taking it to the next logical step? Not even deduction skills--just common fucking sense. Just general thinking ahead all on your own.
I swear the people around me need teleprompters. No original thoughts of their own.
Maybe I should talk s-l-o-w-e-r...
Maybe I should hand out notecards during conversations...
Maybe I should just stop having any expectations of others. They obviously have none for themselves.
It is unbelievable how much they live inside their own heads, but even more unbelievable that they actually expect me to reside there too.
I think it would be great to just be able to let go, and let someone else do all the thinking for me. Even better if they were to reside in my head... It would take so little effort on my part, but tons of effort on theirs. But, dammit!, it makes my head hurt to even pretend to be dumb or clueless. It's a losing battle. I can't win.
I could hole myself up and keep away from all human contact, but that would never work. It's not humans that bother me-- more like the sub-humans. And there are so many... Geez! Even cavemen thought ahead more than the general populous does. They had to to survive.
Maybe if I start holding guns to people's heads during conversations, telling them to think ahead or I'll shoot. Hmmm... Basic survival. Something to consider...
I cannot believe how many idiots are in my life.
Or I should say-- smart people that don't actually use their brains. Why let them go to waste? I mean, do you need to be told every tiny detail? What ever happened to hearing information and taking it to the next logical step? Not even deduction skills--just common fucking sense. Just general thinking ahead all on your own.
I swear the people around me need teleprompters. No original thoughts of their own.
Maybe I should talk s-l-o-w-e-r...
Maybe I should hand out notecards during conversations...
Maybe I should just stop having any expectations of others. They obviously have none for themselves.
It is unbelievable how much they live inside their own heads, but even more unbelievable that they actually expect me to reside there too.
I think it would be great to just be able to let go, and let someone else do all the thinking for me. Even better if they were to reside in my head... It would take so little effort on my part, but tons of effort on theirs. But, dammit!, it makes my head hurt to even pretend to be dumb or clueless. It's a losing battle. I can't win.
I could hole myself up and keep away from all human contact, but that would never work. It's not humans that bother me-- more like the sub-humans. And there are so many... Geez! Even cavemen thought ahead more than the general populous does. They had to to survive.
Maybe if I start holding guns to people's heads during conversations, telling them to think ahead or I'll shoot. Hmmm... Basic survival. Something to consider...
Sunday, October 24, 2004
I feel like a yo-yo
I've been having one of those -going to extremes- kind of days. What is that--bipolar? manic depressive? Whatever.
I've been really pissed--but I've also been really happy too. Especially when I was in the toy aisle at the store. I was looking at the joysticks that can just be hooked up to your TV, and viola! retro games. I found a Sega controller with five games in it--including Sonic. I love Sonic!! Years ago, I used to have a Sega Genesis, and I never bought any game, except Sonic. And now I can replace it without having to buy a whole game system.
Some other day though. Today, Halloween make-up and blank CDs were on the list. My kid is going to be a zombie. The make-up is so cool. It has this stuff you put on, and then get to peel off to make flaps of skin. Yay! Rotting flesh!
I finally get to burn all the music that has just been sitting in my computer. I've had a bunch of playlists just waiting to be made into something portable.
And now to get more music...
I've been really pissed--but I've also been really happy too. Especially when I was in the toy aisle at the store. I was looking at the joysticks that can just be hooked up to your TV, and viola! retro games. I found a Sega controller with five games in it--including Sonic. I love Sonic!! Years ago, I used to have a Sega Genesis, and I never bought any game, except Sonic. And now I can replace it without having to buy a whole game system.
Some other day though. Today, Halloween make-up and blank CDs were on the list. My kid is going to be a zombie. The make-up is so cool. It has this stuff you put on, and then get to peel off to make flaps of skin. Yay! Rotting flesh!
I finally get to burn all the music that has just been sitting in my computer. I've had a bunch of playlists just waiting to be made into something portable.
And now to get more music...
Saturday, October 23, 2004
YAY!!!
Boredom is gone!! Yay! *Cheering* *Throwing confetti* *Doing backflips*
After running all over town and back again, AND seeing a movie I've never seen, AND eating somewhere I've never eaten AND playing a video game I've never played (which I got to blow things up in)... I feel better. Much much better. No more numbing agent in my brain.
The movie was 'Shaun of the Dead'. I highly recommend this as a must-see. If you like zombies, anyway. If you've never been a zombie fan, and you go and see this and come away disappointed, you can't blame my recommendation. That would be your own stupidity for not knowing your likes and dislikes. But if you get off on mindless hungry monsters and killing without conscience--this is the movie for you.
I ate at IHOP for the first time (I'm behind the times, I know). Really good stuffed French toast. Waiter had an attitude, but I think he assumed I was drunk and could get away with it. Of course, I would assume drunkenness in me too-- I did ask for the kid's placemat and crayons... The security guard at IHOP (wait a sec, security guard at IHOP????) thought he was so cool cuz he was wearing a gun. Apparently, firearms completely negate any actions you may do while wearing them. If only I had known that sooner...
Twisted Metal (Black?) was the video game. Drive real fast. Blow shit up. How can you go wrong?
And now I am reveling in my favorite drug--sleep dep.
What a wonderful world I live in.
Now if I could only remember what day it was...
After running all over town and back again, AND seeing a movie I've never seen, AND eating somewhere I've never eaten AND playing a video game I've never played (which I got to blow things up in)... I feel better. Much much better. No more numbing agent in my brain.
The movie was 'Shaun of the Dead'. I highly recommend this as a must-see. If you like zombies, anyway. If you've never been a zombie fan, and you go and see this and come away disappointed, you can't blame my recommendation. That would be your own stupidity for not knowing your likes and dislikes. But if you get off on mindless hungry monsters and killing without conscience--this is the movie for you.
I ate at IHOP for the first time (I'm behind the times, I know). Really good stuffed French toast. Waiter had an attitude, but I think he assumed I was drunk and could get away with it. Of course, I would assume drunkenness in me too-- I did ask for the kid's placemat and crayons... The security guard at IHOP (wait a sec, security guard at IHOP????) thought he was so cool cuz he was wearing a gun. Apparently, firearms completely negate any actions you may do while wearing them. If only I had known that sooner...
Twisted Metal (Black?) was the video game. Drive real fast. Blow shit up. How can you go wrong?
And now I am reveling in my favorite drug--sleep dep.
What a wonderful world I live in.
Now if I could only remember what day it was...
Friday, October 22, 2004
PCness will be the death of us all
There are cities in America (the Land of the Free) that are banning Halloween. Apparently, it is an offensive holiday. To Witches. It stereotypes all witches into having long noses and pointy hats. Which is kinda funny --- I know witches that wear the pointy hats for fun. And, come to think of it, long noses, too.
We can all celebrate Harvest now. But no costumes (because apparently clowns, fairies, and goblins are also offended). No parades, No trick-or-treating...
We all know Wiccan is a nature based religion, but having a problem with Halloween?? These Fundie protesters should delve into their history a bit more. And pull the iron rods out of their asses.
What I would like to know is -- When will they ban Christmas? Personally, I am really offended we all get soaked down with Christ at that time of year-- He's not even a god, just a son of one. Where is the Holly King? The Oak King? There are other gods out there that are being worshipped-- having one whole season dedicated to the son of a god is not very PC at all.
We can all celebrate Harvest now. But no costumes (because apparently clowns, fairies, and goblins are also offended). No parades, No trick-or-treating...
We all know Wiccan is a nature based religion, but having a problem with Halloween?? These Fundie protesters should delve into their history a bit more. And pull the iron rods out of their asses.
What I would like to know is -- When will they ban Christmas? Personally, I am really offended we all get soaked down with Christ at that time of year-- He's not even a god, just a son of one. Where is the Holly King? The Oak King? There are other gods out there that are being worshipped-- having one whole season dedicated to the son of a god is not very PC at all.
Boredom Set In
Dammit. I wasn't able to fight it off. But at least I'm aware of it this time.
We were talking about how it was last time. I remember feeling insane, because it lasted for a week or more. Husband thinks it lasted longer than a week. And that was the longest time it has EVER lasted. And I wish I could remember what broke it last time. I think I left the house by myself for a weekend or something. But I can't be sure. It was at least a year ago when it happened.
I have higher hopes for it this time though.
We were talking about how it was last time. I remember feeling insane, because it lasted for a week or more. Husband thinks it lasted longer than a week. And that was the longest time it has EVER lasted. And I wish I could remember what broke it last time. I think I left the house by myself for a weekend or something. But I can't be sure. It was at least a year ago when it happened.
I have higher hopes for it this time though.
Thursday, October 21, 2004
Our family has grown
We have decided to keep the two strays that showed up here a while back. They are both really good dogs, and have only gotten better the longer they've stayed.
One is a rottie mix, and he is so sweet and mellow. He's a leaner.
The other one is a shepard mix. He earned his keep when he protected us from Dumbass dog, and he has got one weird personality. I love that!
We've even named them. We're stuck with them now.
Thank god our other two dogs get along with them, or we wouldn't even consider keeping them.
And, bonus, who is going to mess with our house with four dogs right here?
One is a rottie mix, and he is so sweet and mellow. He's a leaner.
The other one is a shepard mix. He earned his keep when he protected us from Dumbass dog, and he has got one weird personality. I love that!
We've even named them. We're stuck with them now.
Thank god our other two dogs get along with them, or we wouldn't even consider keeping them.
And, bonus, who is going to mess with our house with four dogs right here?
Pagan Chick
Take the quiz: "WHAT RELIGION BESTS SUITS YOU?"
Pagan/Occultist
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law. Spending your entire life searching various forms of philosophy and religion, you choose to observe everything and believe little. You're personality is one of truth seeking, nature respecting and god/goddess accepting. Lastly, you don't judge anyone, but if annoyed, you will exact some form of revenge. You don't believe in the Three-Fold Law.
Pagan/Occultist
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law. Spending your entire life searching various forms of philosophy and religion, you choose to observe everything and believe little. You're personality is one of truth seeking, nature respecting and god/goddess accepting. Lastly, you don't judge anyone, but if annoyed, you will exact some form of revenge. You don't believe in the Three-Fold Law.
Wednesday, October 20, 2004
Randomness
Food has lost all taste. Even trying something different for supper didn't help. No taste, no enjoyment. Very sucky.
I have shows to watch tonight, but for some reason, I have no interest in them. I'll be watching out of habit.
I think I am going to rest up for a couple days. Get my energy back.
I got to play with Yahoo today. As usual, easily entertained.
I'm actually scared. I can feel boredom creep up on me. I hate boredom. I never get the usual kind of boredom. It is insanely intense, and it doesn't happen very often. As in maybe once a year or maybe once every couple years. I always end up having to do something I would never do. Just to break the feeling. Hmmm... I wonder... Usually I don't feel it coming. Normally it just knocks me on my ass. Maybe I can fight it off before it's here in all it's glory. Here's hoping.
I have shows to watch tonight, but for some reason, I have no interest in them. I'll be watching out of habit.
I think I am going to rest up for a couple days. Get my energy back.
I got to play with Yahoo today. As usual, easily entertained.
I'm actually scared. I can feel boredom creep up on me. I hate boredom. I never get the usual kind of boredom. It is insanely intense, and it doesn't happen very often. As in maybe once a year or maybe once every couple years. I always end up having to do something I would never do. Just to break the feeling. Hmmm... I wonder... Usually I don't feel it coming. Normally it just knocks me on my ass. Maybe I can fight it off before it's here in all it's glory. Here's hoping.
The Waiting Continues...
I am locked into a waiting game. Wedding chick called today, and didn't mention her wedding once. On the one hand, that's a good thing--- I'm sick of hearing about it. But on the other hand, I STILL don't know if she is expecting me to be in it!! I could bring it up. Sure, I could. But I only get burned every time I do-- which causes the wait to be even longer.
I don't think she has any idea how much this is actually affecting me. She probably believes I am just going along in life, skipping Tra La La, picking flowers, and not caring about anyone else around me. But in reality, I've had so much on my mind, I've disappeared off the home radar. And she is a major thing that is on my mind-- almost daily.
I have gotten to know the landscape of my mind pretty well lately. Now I need some of the other waiting games that I'm in to get a move on too... It really sucks because all the balls are in everyone else's court-- and they're just letting it ride.
Hello!! I have a life too!!
I don't think she has any idea how much this is actually affecting me. She probably believes I am just going along in life, skipping Tra La La, picking flowers, and not caring about anyone else around me. But in reality, I've had so much on my mind, I've disappeared off the home radar. And she is a major thing that is on my mind-- almost daily.
I have gotten to know the landscape of my mind pretty well lately. Now I need some of the other waiting games that I'm in to get a move on too... It really sucks because all the balls are in everyone else's court-- and they're just letting it ride.
Hello!! I have a life too!!
Tuesday, October 19, 2004
Know more about me..
Myers-Briggs-Jung Test Results
Extroverted (E) 54.76% Introverted (I) 45.24%
Intuitive (N) 55% Sensing (S) 45%
Thinking (T) 52.94% Feeling (F) 47.06%
Perceiving (P) 58.97% Judging (J) 41.03%
Your type is: ENTP
Take Free Myers-Briggs Personality Test
Extroverted (E) 54.76% Introverted (I) 45.24%
Intuitive (N) 55% Sensing (S) 45%
Thinking (T) 52.94% Feeling (F) 47.06%
Perceiving (P) 58.97% Judging (J) 41.03%
Your type is: ENTP
| ENTP - "Inventor". Enthusiastic interest in everything and always sensitive to possibilities. Non-conformist and innovative. 3.2% of the total population. |
I am a groupie
Or at least I would be if I could follow the cast of Rocky Horror around. As it is, I only get to worship the movie.
At the moment, I can't think of anything else that makes me so goofy happy. I feel happy and excited and, at times, strangely turned on by this movie. Tim Curry could be my Frankie any day.
Actually, I would love to see any guy dress as Frankie that could really pull it off. The guy couldn't be shy about it either-- he'd have to have the strut, the swagger, the blatant sexiness, and be extremely sexual while dressed that way. He would have to embody Frankie. Move those hips!! Let's see that cut groin! And those biceps..
In just seven days....
But that would be one sure fire way to get me into bed.. Dress and act like the sex object that is Frankie.
You know, every time I see Tim Curry, no matter what part he's playing, I see Frankie.
At the moment, I can't think of anything else that makes me so goofy happy. I feel happy and excited and, at times, strangely turned on by this movie. Tim Curry could be my Frankie any day.
Actually, I would love to see any guy dress as Frankie that could really pull it off. The guy couldn't be shy about it either-- he'd have to have the strut, the swagger, the blatant sexiness, and be extremely sexual while dressed that way. He would have to embody Frankie. Move those hips!! Let's see that cut groin! And those biceps..
In just seven days....
But that would be one sure fire way to get me into bed.. Dress and act like the sex object that is Frankie.
You know, every time I see Tim Curry, no matter what part he's playing, I see Frankie.
Monday, October 18, 2004
Inner child
Last night, I was able to get in touch with my inner child (like that is a stretch for me :-> ).
We made smores, and told fun stories from our past-- some were a little scary too...
I felt like I was a kid at summer camp (even though I've never been to one). I was half expecting to hear some noise out in the woods that would make us all scream and run. Or an 'adult' to jump out and try to scare us...
All in all, a very good night.
We made smores, and told fun stories from our past-- some were a little scary too...
I felt like I was a kid at summer camp (even though I've never been to one). I was half expecting to hear some noise out in the woods that would make us all scream and run. Or an 'adult' to jump out and try to scare us...
All in all, a very good night.
No Self Respect or Exhibitionist?
Last night I saw this girl-- she was standing between two guys. The guy on the right was being a gentleman, and had his arm around her waist. The guy on the left was not. He ran his hand up her inner thigh, under her skirt... I couldn't see what he was doing exactly-- just that his hand was moving. At times, he would lift the back of her skirt, and we would all get to see what she had under there.
She didn't really respond to him doing this. So my question is--Is she an exhibitionist or does she have low/no self respect?
If she is an exhibitionist and/or was trying to get away with something... Then I applaud her, give her Brownie points, etc.
If it was a no self respect thing.. Well, that is just kind of sad. She was such a pretty girl too.
She didn't really respond to him doing this. So my question is--Is she an exhibitionist or does she have low/no self respect?
If she is an exhibitionist and/or was trying to get away with something... Then I applaud her, give her Brownie points, etc.
If it was a no self respect thing.. Well, that is just kind of sad. She was such a pretty girl too.
Sunday, October 17, 2004
Captain Procrastination strikes again!
It is another one of those days. I blame my procrastination. I have a lot to do in a little amount of time (at least for me).
I have to figure out 2 different outfits for tonight. I have to shower. I have to get the laundry done. I have to make cigarettes.
And I have to have it all done in 4 hours.
I can feel the stress creep up on me like a cancer.
But I have faith...
I have to figure out 2 different outfits for tonight. I have to shower. I have to get the laundry done. I have to make cigarettes.
And I have to have it all done in 4 hours.
I can feel the stress creep up on me like a cancer.
But I have faith...
Saturday, October 16, 2004
Group of personality quizzes
Take the quiz: "How emo are you?"
Holy Shit Your Emo
Holy shit you actually are emo! Congratulations on not being a poser.
Take the quiz: "What kind of person were you in your past life?"
Knight
A knight ay maybe you should consider going into the army.
Take the quiz: "how sane are you?"
normal
wow your like the rest of the world congrats.
Take the quiz: "What should your nick name be?"
shorty
your loud and your proud.. and u hate your parents
Take the quiz: "Your Psych-Ward diagnosis"
Bipolar Disorder
Diagnosis: BiPolar Disorder
Sometimes severe mental disorder involving manic episodes that are usually accompanied by episodes of depression. The manic phase of the disorder is characterized by an abnormally elevated or irritable mood, grandiosity, sleeplessness, extravagance, and a tendency toward irrational judgment. During the depressed phase, the person tends to appear lethargic and withdrawn, shows a lack of concentration, and expresses feelings of worthlessness, self-blame, and guilt.
Take the quiz: "What Kind of Soul Do You Retain?"
Free
You have an open heart and open mind and you chose not to let anyone get to you and the way you want to live.
Take the quiz: "The MOOD quiz! (With cool blinkies!)"
Crazy
You are... crazy! You flip out on everyone that gets in your way. You're just plain weird!
Take the quiz: "What group of people do you fit into?"
Goth
Goth.
Take the quiz: "What kind of girl are you?"
Mostly E's, You're a Punk Girl!
Tomboy, and totally into the chains, buckles, spikes on all your clothes. You wear black, yellow, blue, doesn't really matter. As long as you look punk. Even if you are punk, it's not like you wear thick black eyeliner or any of that crap. Your bands are mainly Good Charlotte and Reliant K, but you do like Linkin Park a little. Just as long as no one insults you and your punkish attitude, you're unauthorized to get ugly!
Holy Shit Your Emo
Holy shit you actually are emo! Congratulations on not being a poser.
Take the quiz: "What kind of person were you in your past life?"
Knight
A knight ay maybe you should consider going into the army.
Take the quiz: "how sane are you?"
normal
wow your like the rest of the world congrats.
Take the quiz: "What should your nick name be?"
shorty
your loud and your proud.. and u hate your parents
Take the quiz: "Your Psych-Ward diagnosis"
Bipolar Disorder
Diagnosis: BiPolar Disorder
Sometimes severe mental disorder involving manic episodes that are usually accompanied by episodes of depression. The manic phase of the disorder is characterized by an abnormally elevated or irritable mood, grandiosity, sleeplessness, extravagance, and a tendency toward irrational judgment. During the depressed phase, the person tends to appear lethargic and withdrawn, shows a lack of concentration, and expresses feelings of worthlessness, self-blame, and guilt.
Take the quiz: "What Kind of Soul Do You Retain?"
Free
You have an open heart and open mind and you chose not to let anyone get to you and the way you want to live.
Take the quiz: "The MOOD quiz! (With cool blinkies!)"
Crazy
You are... crazy! You flip out on everyone that gets in your way. You're just plain weird!
Take the quiz: "What group of people do you fit into?"
Goth
Goth.
Take the quiz: "What kind of girl are you?"
Mostly E's, You're a Punk Girl!
Tomboy, and totally into the chains, buckles, spikes on all your clothes. You wear black, yellow, blue, doesn't really matter. As long as you look punk. Even if you are punk, it's not like you wear thick black eyeliner or any of that crap. Your bands are mainly Good Charlotte and Reliant K, but you do like Linkin Park a little. Just as long as no one insults you and your punkish attitude, you're unauthorized to get ugly!
Updates
Dumbass has officially apologized to me. Now I have to figure out what I should do.
The attention whore dumbass bitch's marriage may be breaking up. He DID say he's not sure if he even loves her anymore. He doesn't seem to care that she is flipping out about not being allowed back here. He was here today without her. It was so nice. It was so quiet...
I am physically still recovering from being so pissed off. I am being a total bum today. I'm trying not to exert too much energy.
My kid has been sick the last couple of days. She handles it so well!
I watched a B movie last night. It would be really great if they remade it. Good story, bad lighting. Slow start, and then confusion (in a good way).
I decided to expand my other online personality. I actually got an email address and an IM id for it. Now I have three fronts on which to wage war against Dumbass. And, bonus! an id to give to people I really don't care to talk to.
And it turns out I've been gone for the last couple weeks--physically here, but beyond that?... I guess I've been somewhere else, and didn't even realize it. I'll have to work on that.
The attention whore dumbass bitch's marriage may be breaking up. He DID say he's not sure if he even loves her anymore. He doesn't seem to care that she is flipping out about not being allowed back here. He was here today without her. It was so nice. It was so quiet...
I am physically still recovering from being so pissed off. I am being a total bum today. I'm trying not to exert too much energy.
My kid has been sick the last couple of days. She handles it so well!
I watched a B movie last night. It would be really great if they remade it. Good story, bad lighting. Slow start, and then confusion (in a good way).
I decided to expand my other online personality. I actually got an email address and an IM id for it. Now I have three fronts on which to wage war against Dumbass. And, bonus! an id to give to people I really don't care to talk to.
And it turns out I've been gone for the last couple weeks--physically here, but beyond that?... I guess I've been somewhere else, and didn't even realize it. I'll have to work on that.
Friday, October 15, 2004
My Attitude Problem
Take the quiz: "What type of attitude problem do you have? (pics)"
Your Sarcastic....Like me
This is supposed to be the lowest form of humor...But i think its the best because its mean and funny. Besides like me you probably cant help it anymore. Here's a phrase for you...
Your Sarcastic....Like me
This is supposed to be the lowest form of humor...But i think its the best because its mean and funny. Besides like me you probably cant help it anymore. Here's a phrase for you...
The group of Sex quizzes
I took a bunch of quizzes. Here are some of the results.
Take the quiz: "Worlds fastest sex test"
Blue
Lovers of Blue are wonderful sex partners. They are sincere, affectionate and sensitive to their partners needs. They consider lovemaking a fine art and their approach is elegant. Men who love Blue are like concert pianists; delicately ravaging their partner like they would play a baby grand. Women in the Blue category enjoy sex to the fullest. Both men and women enjoy foreplay and the aftermath of love-making as much as the sex act itself. In marriage, a Blue person is a wonderful mate - never failing to please the spouse and never seeking outside interests.
Take the quiz: "How Good Are Your Orgasms?"
OH YES!
your orgasms are so hot they could melt a fucking iceberg
Take the quiz: "What kind of sex should you have?"
Kinky
You like whips, chains..... crazy stuff. You are creative with sex. Keep it going!!!!! I hope you have a partner as kinky as you, otherwise you wont be satisfied.
Take the quiz: "What Kinda Kiss R U?"
Playful Kiss
The playful kiss is about you having fun and not needing to have feelings for that person. You just go with the flow!
Take the quiz: "What Is Your Kink?"
Nymphomania
You think eating and sleeping are just things you do in between having sex! The problem with there only being 24 hours a day is that there just isn't enough time to cram in all the sex you crave. Your mating call is JUST DO ME!
Take the quiz: "What Kind of Pervert are You?"
The Depressed Pervert
The Depressed Pervert: You are The Depressed Pervert, you seem a bit more distant than The Horny Pervert, you actually prefer your partner to find you instead of the other way around, but what goes through your mind. ( Ooou, the intimacy ) You could think of practically anything to turn you on, more than likely the person to be with you are going to have as much wild and wet dreams as you give them, even though you are not like The Horny Pervert, you still have your tendencies, perhaps writing your poetry is a great turn on for them. But you accept things as they come, waiting for them to make the first move, usually.
Take the quiz: "What do you love about making love?"
Intimacy
You love to be intimate with someone. You know every inch of them, you're big on touching and any kind of body contact especially cuddling though you need to feel comfortable with someone.
Take the quiz: "Worlds fastest sex test"
Blue
Lovers of Blue are wonderful sex partners. They are sincere, affectionate and sensitive to their partners needs. They consider lovemaking a fine art and their approach is elegant. Men who love Blue are like concert pianists; delicately ravaging their partner like they would play a baby grand. Women in the Blue category enjoy sex to the fullest. Both men and women enjoy foreplay and the aftermath of love-making as much as the sex act itself. In marriage, a Blue person is a wonderful mate - never failing to please the spouse and never seeking outside interests.
Take the quiz: "How Good Are Your Orgasms?"
OH YES!
your orgasms are so hot they could melt a fucking iceberg
Take the quiz: "What kind of sex should you have?"
Kinky
You like whips, chains..... crazy stuff. You are creative with sex. Keep it going!!!!! I hope you have a partner as kinky as you, otherwise you wont be satisfied.
Take the quiz: "What Kinda Kiss R U?"
Playful Kiss
The playful kiss is about you having fun and not needing to have feelings for that person. You just go with the flow!
Take the quiz: "What Is Your Kink?"
Nymphomania
You think eating and sleeping are just things you do in between having sex! The problem with there only being 24 hours a day is that there just isn't enough time to cram in all the sex you crave. Your mating call is JUST DO ME!
Take the quiz: "What Kind of Pervert are You?"
The Depressed Pervert
The Depressed Pervert: You are The Depressed Pervert, you seem a bit more distant than The Horny Pervert, you actually prefer your partner to find you instead of the other way around, but what goes through your mind. ( Ooou, the intimacy ) You could think of practically anything to turn you on, more than likely the person to be with you are going to have as much wild and wet dreams as you give them, even though you are not like The Horny Pervert, you still have your tendencies, perhaps writing your poetry is a great turn on for them. But you accept things as they come, waiting for them to make the first move, usually.
Take the quiz: "What do you love about making love?"
Intimacy
You love to be intimate with someone. You know every inch of them, you're big on touching and any kind of body contact especially cuddling though you need to feel comfortable with someone.
That 70's Show Character Quiz
I took three different versions of this one.
Which That 70's Show Character Are You?
You're like Jackie.
We wouldn't be surprised to hear that you know your hip huggers from your hot pants. Like Jackie, you keep up with trends and have a flair for fashion. You know that looking your best gets you noticed and a good outfit can make all the difference. Besides, a new pair of shoes or a funky shirt can bring you up when you're feeling down. Not that that happens too often.
For the most part, you're an upbeat and energetic individual. Maybe it's your good looks and great style. Or maybe it's your sassy spirit that kicks things up a notch. Whatever it is, don't lose it. You've already got fans lining up!
You're Jackie!
Which That 70's Show Character are You?
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Take the quiz: "What that 70s show character are you?"
Eric
You are Eric . skinny , and smart mouthed , but funny
Which That 70's Show Character Are You?
You're like Jackie.
We wouldn't be surprised to hear that you know your hip huggers from your hot pants. Like Jackie, you keep up with trends and have a flair for fashion. You know that looking your best gets you noticed and a good outfit can make all the difference. Besides, a new pair of shoes or a funky shirt can bring you up when you're feeling down. Not that that happens too often.
For the most part, you're an upbeat and energetic individual. Maybe it's your good looks and great style. Or maybe it's your sassy spirit that kicks things up a notch. Whatever it is, don't lose it. You've already got fans lining up!
You're Jackie!
Which That 70's Show Character are You?
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Take the quiz: "What that 70s show character are you?"
Eric
You are Eric . skinny , and smart mouthed , but funny
No More!
I am sick of being pissed off.
I am going to really work on ignoring everything for a few days. Or maybe just turning off my emotions. Or turn the coping switch back on.
I am really drained. I think I would pass out for days if I got that pissed off again. Not that I would try to pass out, but I can just see me getting pissed off again, the heat rises, and I just keel over...
I need comic relief. Fortunately, I think I'll be watching a very funny movie tonight...
Now if I can just dodge bullets until then...
I am going to really work on ignoring everything for a few days. Or maybe just turning off my emotions. Or turn the coping switch back on.
I am really drained. I think I would pass out for days if I got that pissed off again. Not that I would try to pass out, but I can just see me getting pissed off again, the heat rises, and I just keel over...
I need comic relief. Fortunately, I think I'll be watching a very funny movie tonight...
Now if I can just dodge bullets until then...
Thursday, October 14, 2004
I'm sick of all this shit
Wedding chick hasn't called back since our last conversation. Hmmm... Maybe she's pissed at me. And maybe I just don't care.
Gonna throw a hissy fit over this? Whatever. Knock yourself out. You should sell tickets. I would enjoy the show. I would love to see how you twist it to make me look like a really horrible person for not doing exactly what you think I should do.
I am picturing you standing on the pitcher's mound in a baseball field (with me in the bleachers snacking on something), ranting about me not working my ass off for most of a year (and not hardly seeing my family), missing my favorite weekend of the entire year-- and all for you.
Unbelievable! How could I do that? How could I even consider not wanting to give up my life for your one too-expensive day?
Whatever. I'm done. No more rants. I'm sick of them.
Gonna throw a hissy fit over this? Whatever. Knock yourself out. You should sell tickets. I would enjoy the show. I would love to see how you twist it to make me look like a really horrible person for not doing exactly what you think I should do.
I am picturing you standing on the pitcher's mound in a baseball field (with me in the bleachers snacking on something), ranting about me not working my ass off for most of a year (and not hardly seeing my family), missing my favorite weekend of the entire year-- and all for you.
Unbelievable! How could I do that? How could I even consider not wanting to give up my life for your one too-expensive day?
Whatever. I'm done. No more rants. I'm sick of them.
Let me hand you my leash....
I hate being told what to do. Or expected to act a certain way.... "And if you don't I'll be really pissed and take it as a personal insult"
And with the guidelines I am told to work within? Makes the 'request' even more impossible. In fact, I would be willing to at least give it a lame attempt. But knowing that if I tell this person I can't -actually can not- pull it off, said control freak will get offended, pissed, etc.
WHATEVER!!!!
So tempted to not participate at all. Of course, that would be worse. I know this, yet I still can't win. Because control freak won't think ahead to what could be worse... just what is Now.
Nice, huh?
And with the guidelines I am told to work within? Makes the 'request' even more impossible. In fact, I would be willing to at least give it a lame attempt. But knowing that if I tell this person I can't -actually can not- pull it off, said control freak will get offended, pissed, etc.
WHATEVER!!!!
So tempted to not participate at all. Of course, that would be worse. I know this, yet I still can't win. Because control freak won't think ahead to what could be worse... just what is Now.
Nice, huh?
Wednesday, October 13, 2004
Much better
Okay, after blogging and listening to Tennessee Ernie Ford, I feel better.
I vented.
I let a deep man's voice get inside me. I need to see if I like anything else by him... Damn! Goosebumps! :-)
There were a couple other songs too... Me and my strange music.
I can breathe and think again. I no longer feel like acting out my urges as Bitch From Hell.
I even feel like I could socialize again.
But the thinking clearly is the best thing about this feeling...
I hate being a slave to my emotions. Good thing I knew exactly what to do-- before I did or said something I would regret.
I still need more information before I'll agree to anything.
But at least I'm back in a mood to even consider it.
I vented.
I let a deep man's voice get inside me. I need to see if I like anything else by him... Damn! Goosebumps! :-)
There were a couple other songs too... Me and my strange music.
I can breathe and think again. I no longer feel like acting out my urges as Bitch From Hell.
I even feel like I could socialize again.
But the thinking clearly is the best thing about this feeling...
I hate being a slave to my emotions. Good thing I knew exactly what to do-- before I did or said something I would regret.
I still need more information before I'll agree to anything.
But at least I'm back in a mood to even consider it.
Pissed off
I am in a pissy mood. I hate secrets.
I hate when people avoid the subject. I mean, really... I say something and you don't even see fit to respond? Not cool. It's rejection. Like if you were to start kissing someone, and they just sat there and let you do it, but didn't kiss back at all. That would suck, right? Well, pretending I didn't say anything is the same thing. It is just plain rude. If it is supposed to be a game, you better make sure both people are playing. Cuz I'm not.
And I'm hoping this damn blog will help me start thinking clearly again. But right now, I am pissed off. I just need to decide if it is worth saying anything about-- in the mood I'm in right now, I mean.
It's treating me as if I'm something less. That's what I hate about it. How dare you put yourself above me? I mean, fine. Have your secrets. But just dismissing me with your silence? Not cool.
I may even have eventually gone along with the plan. I don't mind games, contests of will, what have you. My curiosity may have won out (it usually does). But I will not do something like that when I am treated as beneath you. Not a chance. As if I am a slave or a toy. Whatever.
I hate when people avoid the subject. I mean, really... I say something and you don't even see fit to respond? Not cool. It's rejection. Like if you were to start kissing someone, and they just sat there and let you do it, but didn't kiss back at all. That would suck, right? Well, pretending I didn't say anything is the same thing. It is just plain rude. If it is supposed to be a game, you better make sure both people are playing. Cuz I'm not.
And I'm hoping this damn blog will help me start thinking clearly again. But right now, I am pissed off. I just need to decide if it is worth saying anything about-- in the mood I'm in right now, I mean.
It's treating me as if I'm something less. That's what I hate about it. How dare you put yourself above me? I mean, fine. Have your secrets. But just dismissing me with your silence? Not cool.
I may even have eventually gone along with the plan. I don't mind games, contests of will, what have you. My curiosity may have won out (it usually does). But I will not do something like that when I am treated as beneath you. Not a chance. As if I am a slave or a toy. Whatever.
Randomness
Most people don't like my music.
Strong sex is good. I highly recommend it.
I hate being unable to focus.
I hate pointless conversations.
And I really hate ants.
Juggling people is a very good test of a person's abilities. Again, highly recommended--at least once in your life..
I don't like people hanging on me-- even in their thoughts. Makes me want to shed my skin.
I hate people getting defensive. I mean, really, WTF?!
And vague comments without explanations. That really sucks!!
Laughing is a great thing. I think people should do it as often as possible.
Watching a good movie with a friend is fun. Even watching a bad movie with a good friend is a wonderful experience.
I hate awkward silences--especially one where I am expected to fill the silence. As if.
I am not a big fan of mysteries involving me, either. Surprise birthday parties and such-- not my favorite thing. I hate it!
The movie 'Tombstone' rocks! It's nice to see real men for a change...
Strong sex is good. I highly recommend it.
I hate being unable to focus.
I hate pointless conversations.
And I really hate ants.
Juggling people is a very good test of a person's abilities. Again, highly recommended--at least once in your life..
I don't like people hanging on me-- even in their thoughts. Makes me want to shed my skin.
I hate people getting defensive. I mean, really, WTF?!
And vague comments without explanations. That really sucks!!
Laughing is a great thing. I think people should do it as often as possible.
Watching a good movie with a friend is fun. Even watching a bad movie with a good friend is a wonderful experience.
I hate awkward silences--especially one where I am expected to fill the silence. As if.
I am not a big fan of mysteries involving me, either. Surprise birthday parties and such-- not my favorite thing. I hate it!
The movie 'Tombstone' rocks! It's nice to see real men for a change...
Tuesday, October 12, 2004
Get Over It
Women that have been raped (especially years ago) that are still lamenting about it, really piss me off. My god! What does this say about your coping skills? Why advertise weakness? I wouldn't want to have a friend, employee, employer, relative that hangs on to an attention-getting event. What the hell? Do you think it says good things about you that you can't move on? Do you think it shows you are capable of growth and change? Do you think it shows ability to face your fears?
It shows you are weak. It shows the world you are a victim, and are content to remain one.
BTW, here's a clue: just because you were raped, does not mean you were victimized. Being a victim is a state of mind. And you are the only one that can choose your state of mind.
Think about what people had to go through in the concentration camps, or slavery. We're not talking about one bad event here. We are talking about lives not worth living. Yet, somehow, they managed to live on. They managed to find joy--even if it was a small joy. You could say they were victims. I say they were strong.
We could all learn from that strength. Life really isn't so bad--no matter what. It is all how you look at it. It's in your attitude. It's about desire. Do you desire to stand in one place while the world moves on? Or do you desire to live?
Me? I want to live.
It shows you are weak. It shows the world you are a victim, and are content to remain one.
BTW, here's a clue: just because you were raped, does not mean you were victimized. Being a victim is a state of mind. And you are the only one that can choose your state of mind.
Think about what people had to go through in the concentration camps, or slavery. We're not talking about one bad event here. We are talking about lives not worth living. Yet, somehow, they managed to live on. They managed to find joy--even if it was a small joy. You could say they were victims. I say they were strong.
We could all learn from that strength. Life really isn't so bad--no matter what. It is all how you look at it. It's in your attitude. It's about desire. Do you desire to stand in one place while the world moves on? Or do you desire to live?
Me? I want to live.
Reasonable Fucking Rant
I wish people could see past the end of their own noses. They can't see where they're going, and get mad if you tell them they are heading in the wrong direction.
Whatever. If I say something--even something sounding mean-- I do it from a place of love. If I didn't give a rat's ass about you, why would I bother to say anything at all? And if I am so blunt it injures your fine sensibilities, then that is because you refused to listen when I used tact.
I wish people would stop thinking they know everything about everything. For one thing, it's insulting. If you act like that towards me, then that means you don't think I know anything. Insulting. As if my opinion, observation, knowledge is so inconsequential in the face of your own mighty worldly ways and experiences.
You know what? I am pretty damn smart, and I am not blind. I see more than people think. What?--Do you think I live only in my head?
What's wrong with looking at things from another's perspective? Or considering the different possibilities? Why would someone settle on one conclusion (without having all the facts), and then get worked up about it? I am so sick of attacks. Whether I am the one being attacked or someone else is... It's not fair when the attack comes from inside someone's head instead of reality. And it's not fair when reality is shoved down someone's throat, and they refuse to swallow. And they refuse to swallow from pure stubbornness. Fucking people. I wish the world would just grow the fuck up.
Guess what people? We ALL have issues. Denying them just makes it worse. And yet, almost everyone seems to be in denial. Walking around in a world without people connecting. Like we live on the same planet, but not the same dimension. Like people don't even care about making connections anymore, and begrudge those that do find them. As if they are wrong to trust, because pain will surely follow. Stupid fucking scared of their own shadow people. I am so sick of all this shit. It's exhausting.
It's pretty rare to find someone to be open with-- without either one getting defensive. When you find someone like that, it's worth it to keep them in your life.
But most people stay in their locked iron boxes, and think themselves safe. When really all they've done is close the coffin lid. Slow suicide.
Whatever. If I say something--even something sounding mean-- I do it from a place of love. If I didn't give a rat's ass about you, why would I bother to say anything at all? And if I am so blunt it injures your fine sensibilities, then that is because you refused to listen when I used tact.
I wish people would stop thinking they know everything about everything. For one thing, it's insulting. If you act like that towards me, then that means you don't think I know anything. Insulting. As if my opinion, observation, knowledge is so inconsequential in the face of your own mighty worldly ways and experiences.
You know what? I am pretty damn smart, and I am not blind. I see more than people think. What?--Do you think I live only in my head?
What's wrong with looking at things from another's perspective? Or considering the different possibilities? Why would someone settle on one conclusion (without having all the facts), and then get worked up about it? I am so sick of attacks. Whether I am the one being attacked or someone else is... It's not fair when the attack comes from inside someone's head instead of reality. And it's not fair when reality is shoved down someone's throat, and they refuse to swallow. And they refuse to swallow from pure stubbornness. Fucking people. I wish the world would just grow the fuck up.
Guess what people? We ALL have issues. Denying them just makes it worse. And yet, almost everyone seems to be in denial. Walking around in a world without people connecting. Like we live on the same planet, but not the same dimension. Like people don't even care about making connections anymore, and begrudge those that do find them. As if they are wrong to trust, because pain will surely follow. Stupid fucking scared of their own shadow people. I am so sick of all this shit. It's exhausting.
It's pretty rare to find someone to be open with-- without either one getting defensive. When you find someone like that, it's worth it to keep them in your life.
But most people stay in their locked iron boxes, and think themselves safe. When really all they've done is close the coffin lid. Slow suicide.
Another Test
I am Progressive Girl
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Monday, October 11, 2004
To go where no one else has gone before....
I took two more tests: Your Kingdomality and RQ Dragon Test (they were related). I do not have the links for them, so if you want to take them--you're on your own. :-)
Your distinct personality, The Discoverer, might be found in most of the thriving kingdoms of the time. Your overriding goal is to go where no one else has ever gone before. Regardless of the number of available natural problems to be solved, it is not unusual for you to continually challenge yourself with new situations or obstacles that you have created. You are an insatiable explorer of people, places, things and ideas. You thrive on constant change and anything new or different. On the positive side, you can be creatively rational as well as open minded and just. On the negative side, you might be an impractical and indecisive procrastinator. Interestingly, your preference is just as applicable in today's corporate kingdoms
Kingdomality Type: Discoverers in the Kingdom (Medieval or Modern)Discoverers are future oriented and are truly the research and development personalities. They want to be first at everything they do and they become easily bored with repetition. Once they have experienced the essence of something and have dissected its intricacies, they are naturally compelled to move on. They seek constant change and new experiences.Dragons in the medieval kingdom seem to have their modern counterparts.
How resilient would you have been then or now, and which Dragons appear to be most troublesome?
Hostility Results: ACTIVE - These Dragons are under control ...A score in this area indicates a healthy awareness of environment and self as well as a positive involvement with life and its give and take.
Busy-Busy Results: ACTIVE - These Dragons are under control ...A score in this area indicates a healthy awareness of environment and self as well as a positive involvement with life and its give and take.
Withdrawal Results: WARNING - These Dragons are getting close ... A score in this area suggests an over involvement with one's environment and a susceptibility to stressors. It is easy to lose sight of goals or direction because of continual sidetracking caused by the events. Dealing with problems tends to become reactive rather than proactive. Consider taking immediate steps to bring things under control.
Resiliency Results: RESILIENT - You are a Dragon Master! Stress is managed exceptionally well and this very healthy individual is able to bounce back from almost every situation.
Your distinct personality, The Discoverer, might be found in most of the thriving kingdoms of the time. Your overriding goal is to go where no one else has ever gone before. Regardless of the number of available natural problems to be solved, it is not unusual for you to continually challenge yourself with new situations or obstacles that you have created. You are an insatiable explorer of people, places, things and ideas. You thrive on constant change and anything new or different. On the positive side, you can be creatively rational as well as open minded and just. On the negative side, you might be an impractical and indecisive procrastinator. Interestingly, your preference is just as applicable in today's corporate kingdoms
Kingdomality Type: Discoverers in the Kingdom (Medieval or Modern)Discoverers are future oriented and are truly the research and development personalities. They want to be first at everything they do and they become easily bored with repetition. Once they have experienced the essence of something and have dissected its intricacies, they are naturally compelled to move on. They seek constant change and new experiences.Dragons in the medieval kingdom seem to have their modern counterparts.
How resilient would you have been then or now, and which Dragons appear to be most troublesome?
Hostility Results: ACTIVE - These Dragons are under control ...A score in this area indicates a healthy awareness of environment and self as well as a positive involvement with life and its give and take.
Busy-Busy Results: ACTIVE - These Dragons are under control ...A score in this area indicates a healthy awareness of environment and self as well as a positive involvement with life and its give and take.
Withdrawal Results: WARNING - These Dragons are getting close ... A score in this area suggests an over involvement with one's environment and a susceptibility to stressors. It is easy to lose sight of goals or direction because of continual sidetracking caused by the events. Dealing with problems tends to become reactive rather than proactive. Consider taking immediate steps to bring things under control.
Resiliency Results: RESILIENT - You are a Dragon Master! Stress is managed exceptionally well and this very healthy individual is able to bounce back from almost every situation.
Sugar Coated Pretzel
I am ready to fly off the fucking handle--whatever the fuck that means.. That is a really dumb thing to say-- All I can picture is some Tiny Tim creature standing on the handle of a frying pan, and jumping, falling, getting flung off the handle. Why would that express anger???
*setting stupidity aside*
Goddamn wedding BITCH calls again. We talk for a while... Then she has to go, but we haven't talked about us not talking for a month. Until I couldn't take the -sugar coated, glossed over, pretend this never happened, goddamn insides twisted like a pretzel- situation anymore.
Asked who was in her wedding. She doesn't know. Told her I assumed I wasn't in it. And.. dun dun dun... SHE got pissy with ME! She starts going off about how if I'm going to be mad about it, or resenting it, she doesn't want me in it--she doesn't want me to have to spend $1000--she doesn't want me being mad about the date it's on (worst day of the entire year for me, and her wedding is on it)--how fiance's sister is the ONLY one honored to be in it (and, to tell the truth, she should be honored--she's only a bride's maid cuz the fiance requested it)--and other shit. After her little rant, I said I assumed I wasn't in it because she hadn't called me for a month. Defensive response: "you didn't call either!" To which I could truthfully respond--yes. I did. (bitch)
Then the back peddling starts, answering machine, someone erased the message, finally discovered from caller id, blah blah blah....
Then she starts going on about how 'you have to live your life the way you want' (as if I needed permission), and how hard her and her fiance are working to earn more money to pay for the extravaganza... But the way she was saying it was in this patronizing, you gotta do what you gotta do type voice-- the message that came ringing through was 'well, if you don't want to think my wedding is the single most important event in your life right now, and you don't want to get a job and work your ass off for months just for me and my one day .. . well, you gotta do what you gotta do"
As if. I told her I was honored and flattered to have been asked, and I was over the date, it was strictly a money thing--- and (I said) honor doesn't buy money. (and yes, even the first time I said it, I realized how stupid it sounded... buy money... sheesh.. but it got the point across-- or would have if she wouldn't have been all about her)
Whatever. Bitch.
I offered to do the behind the scenes thing... (And she should count herself lucky) Again, me the fucking saint. The fucking saint doomed to hell.
*setting stupidity aside*
Goddamn wedding BITCH calls again. We talk for a while... Then she has to go, but we haven't talked about us not talking for a month. Until I couldn't take the -sugar coated, glossed over, pretend this never happened, goddamn insides twisted like a pretzel- situation anymore.
Asked who was in her wedding. She doesn't know. Told her I assumed I wasn't in it. And.. dun dun dun... SHE got pissy with ME! She starts going off about how if I'm going to be mad about it, or resenting it, she doesn't want me in it--she doesn't want me to have to spend $1000--she doesn't want me being mad about the date it's on (worst day of the entire year for me, and her wedding is on it)--how fiance's sister is the ONLY one honored to be in it (and, to tell the truth, she should be honored--she's only a bride's maid cuz the fiance requested it)--and other shit. After her little rant, I said I assumed I wasn't in it because she hadn't called me for a month. Defensive response: "you didn't call either!" To which I could truthfully respond--yes. I did. (bitch)
Then the back peddling starts, answering machine, someone erased the message, finally discovered from caller id, blah blah blah....
Then she starts going on about how 'you have to live your life the way you want' (as if I needed permission), and how hard her and her fiance are working to earn more money to pay for the extravaganza... But the way she was saying it was in this patronizing, you gotta do what you gotta do type voice-- the message that came ringing through was 'well, if you don't want to think my wedding is the single most important event in your life right now, and you don't want to get a job and work your ass off for months just for me and my one day .. . well, you gotta do what you gotta do"
As if. I told her I was honored and flattered to have been asked, and I was over the date, it was strictly a money thing--- and (I said) honor doesn't buy money. (and yes, even the first time I said it, I realized how stupid it sounded... buy money... sheesh.. but it got the point across-- or would have if she wouldn't have been all about her)
Whatever. Bitch.
I offered to do the behind the scenes thing... (And she should count herself lucky) Again, me the fucking saint. The fucking saint doomed to hell.
Sunday, October 10, 2004
Final Test
This is the final test. I swear. No more. For today...
Personality Disorder Test
Disorder Rating
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Paranoid: Moderate
Schizoid: Low
Schizotypal: Moderate
Antisocial: Moderate
Borderline: Low
Histrionic: Moderate
Narcissistic: Moderate
Avoidant: Low
Dependent: Low
Obsessive-Compulsive: Moderate
URL of the test: http://www.4degreez.com/misc/personality_disorder_test.mvURL for more info: http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html
I guess I'm not too terribly fucked up--- just a little fucked in lots of areas.
Personality Disorder Test
Disorder Rating
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Paranoid: Moderate
Schizoid: Low
Schizotypal: Moderate
Antisocial: Moderate
Borderline: Low
Histrionic: Moderate
Narcissistic: Moderate
Avoidant: Low
Dependent: Low
Obsessive-Compulsive: Moderate
URL of the test: http://www.4degreez.com/misc/personality_disorder_test.mvURL for more info: http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html
I guess I'm not too terribly fucked up--- just a little fucked in lots of areas.
Yet Another One
Okay, last test (so far)--
What Sex in the City Vixen Are You Most Like?
(and I have never seen the show)
The HTML crap isn't working on this one for some reason. I am going to have to do this manually. *deep breath*
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You Are Most Like Samantha!
For you, dating is the ultimate sport. You're into guys with power, looks, or a lot of money. You'd rather have two great weeks, than a great forever. But even you fall victim to love from time to time. :-)
Romantic prediction: You'll find love in the next few months... But you'll be the last one to realize it.
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Yay me! The Sport of Dating-- you betcha! But falling in love in the next few months? Yeah, right, whatever...
What Sex in the City Vixen Are You Most Like?
(and I have never seen the show)
The HTML crap isn't working on this one for some reason. I am going to have to do this manually. *deep breath*
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You Are Most Like Samantha!
For you, dating is the ultimate sport. You're into guys with power, looks, or a lot of money. You'd rather have two great weeks, than a great forever. But even you fall victim to love from time to time. :-)
Romantic prediction: You'll find love in the next few months... But you'll be the last one to realize it.
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Yay me! The Sport of Dating-- you betcha! But falling in love in the next few months? Yeah, right, whatever...
I'm a sinner
I took the Dante's Inferno test today. I am just one step above the worst of the worst. I would be placed (or can look forward to?) the 8th level of hell. WOO HOO!!! Let's party!! I'm doomed anyway...
The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Eigth Level of Hell - the Malebolge!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
Take the Dante's" Divine Comedy Inferno Test
The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Eigth Level of Hell - the Malebolge!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
| Level | Score |
|---|---|
| Purgatory (Repenting Believers) | Very Low |
| Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers) | Low |
| Level 2 (Lustful) | Very High |
| Level 3 (Gluttonous) | Low |
| Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious) | Low |
| Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy) | Moderate |
| Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics) | Low |
| Level 7 (Violent) | High |
| Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers) | Very High |
| Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous) | High |
Take the Dante's" Divine Comedy Inferno Test
Zombie Test
Yes, another test. Bite me. Today is just one of those days.
This is the What Kind of Zombie Are You? Test.
and guess what I was...
You are an Evil Dead Zombie. The spirits of the
dead took over your body in a lonely cabin, and
now it's your job to kick some Ash ass. Sadly,
while you'll succeed in beating the bejeezus
out of Ash repeatedly, he will ultimately wipe
you from existence. You can only be killed by
bodily dismemberment.
What kind of Zombie are you?
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This is the What Kind of Zombie Are You? Test.
and guess what I was...
You are an Evil Dead Zombie. The spirits of the
dead took over your body in a lonely cabin, and
now it's your job to kick some Ash ass. Sadly,
while you'll succeed in beating the bejeezus
out of Ash repeatedly, he will ultimately wipe
you from existence. You can only be killed by
bodily dismemberment.
What kind of Zombie are you?
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Stupid goddamn out-of-control emotional attention-whore belligerent disrespectful drunk ass bitch.
Doesn't that just say it all? That was my night last night.
Bitch starts drinking, getting louder and louder and LOUDER... And the more she drank, the more important she became-- in her eyes anyway. And watch your ass if you didn't share the idea of her being the center of the fucking universe. (Who is she kidding? I am the center...) And the louder and more important she became, the more extreme her emotions.
To the point of crying loudly in the middle of the room (doesn't that just scream 'notice me'??), and alternately being affectionate or pissed at her sweetie of a husband.
And to top it all off, I let her get to me. I actually raised my voice, and bitched at her, and told her that being a bitch to all of us was not okay. I know that sounds minor, but I am usually in much better control of myself. My husband later told me "That was great!!". He was beyond fed up with her, so what does he know? :)
And she ends the night by breaking her knuckle (crying didn't get any attention, maybe broken bones will...), and demanding her husband take her to a hospital 'RIGHT NOW I'M SERIOUS'.
They probably left like 45 minutes after that cute announcement. *laugh* Yeah, he really jumped to do her bidding, didn't he?
All of her out of control screaming at her husband, woke up my kid. But when she decided to bring her complaints, bitching, manipulation into my kid's room (who was fully awake by now), I firmly, but clearly, told her that was not appropriate. It somehow penetrated the drunken haze, and she shut up and left the room.
She is the most unbelievable person I know. I swear my I.Q. drops 50 points every time I'm around her. I could almost communicate in grunts and overemphasized gestures.
I almost wish I would have told her what I was thinking: "You were the brainless wonder that had to punch till you broke something. I don't feel sorry for you. If it was up to me, you would sit your ass in a quiet place, shut the hell up, and you will get taken care of when we're damn good and ready." (Actually, at this point, the only thing stopping me were the eyes and ears of my kid. I really don't need to introduce her to Evil Me.)
I think since it was self-inflicted, she should suffer. Suffer a long time. Alone. Alone with the rednecks in her head. And let the rest of us go on with our lives in peace.
I have never been so tempted to break up a marriage... How the fuck did the throwback from hell get such a great guy?
Doesn't that just say it all? That was my night last night.
Bitch starts drinking, getting louder and louder and LOUDER... And the more she drank, the more important she became-- in her eyes anyway. And watch your ass if you didn't share the idea of her being the center of the fucking universe. (Who is she kidding? I am the center...) And the louder and more important she became, the more extreme her emotions.
To the point of crying loudly in the middle of the room (doesn't that just scream 'notice me'??), and alternately being affectionate or pissed at her sweetie of a husband.
And to top it all off, I let her get to me. I actually raised my voice, and bitched at her, and told her that being a bitch to all of us was not okay. I know that sounds minor, but I am usually in much better control of myself. My husband later told me "That was great!!". He was beyond fed up with her, so what does he know? :)
And she ends the night by breaking her knuckle (crying didn't get any attention, maybe broken bones will...), and demanding her husband take her to a hospital 'RIGHT NOW I'M SERIOUS'.
They probably left like 45 minutes after that cute announcement. *laugh* Yeah, he really jumped to do her bidding, didn't he?
All of her out of control screaming at her husband, woke up my kid. But when she decided to bring her complaints, bitching, manipulation into my kid's room (who was fully awake by now), I firmly, but clearly, told her that was not appropriate. It somehow penetrated the drunken haze, and she shut up and left the room.
She is the most unbelievable person I know. I swear my I.Q. drops 50 points every time I'm around her. I could almost communicate in grunts and overemphasized gestures.
I almost wish I would have told her what I was thinking: "You were the brainless wonder that had to punch till you broke something. I don't feel sorry for you. If it was up to me, you would sit your ass in a quiet place, shut the hell up, and you will get taken care of when we're damn good and ready." (Actually, at this point, the only thing stopping me were the eyes and ears of my kid. I really don't need to introduce her to Evil Me.)
I think since it was self-inflicted, she should suffer. Suffer a long time. Alone. Alone with the rednecks in her head. And let the rest of us go on with our lives in peace.
I have never been so tempted to break up a marriage... How the fuck did the throwback from hell get such a great guy?
Saturday, October 09, 2004
Left hanging
ask a question
tell you later
not the deal
not a fair thing
not patient
no focus
distracted to the point of distraction
doubts creep in
thoughts rear their ugly heads
and I cower in the fetal position
helpless powerless spineless
I fear me
and I attack
ruthlessly
against my soul
Crying for a hero
the hero is me
the enemy is me
which way to turn
feel gold glisten
against my skin
I am armed
I am ready
two halves
now whole
undefeatable
indestructible
unbreakable
once joined
cannot be undone
cannot be brought down
gladiator spirit blessed
I did right
there can be no doubt
I held up my end
now to wait and see
now to wait and see...
tell you later
not the deal
not a fair thing
not patient
no focus
distracted to the point of distraction
doubts creep in
thoughts rear their ugly heads
and I cower in the fetal position
helpless powerless spineless
I fear me
and I attack
ruthlessly
against my soul
Crying for a hero
the hero is me
the enemy is me
which way to turn
feel gold glisten
against my skin
I am armed
I am ready
two halves
now whole
undefeatable
indestructible
unbreakable
once joined
cannot be undone
cannot be brought down
gladiator spirit blessed
I did right
there can be no doubt
I held up my end
now to wait and see
now to wait and see...
Friday Night Roadtrip
I pushed and pushed and was as charming as a character from Revenge of the Nerds, and I got my way.
A friend and I went to Asheville for a brand new adventure! Drum Circle in the middle of downtown--- great rhythms, awesome dancers, especially the ones handling fire.
Then we took a jaunt to a new club (for us anyway), and analyzed differently the patrons there. He was nicer than I was (Imagine! Someone nicer than me... Is it even possible? Cuz we all know I'm a fucking saint...).
But even nicer, he was still wrong. I'm just too exhausted to prove it. :)
And then for the long drive home...
I finally got to see Predator. Pretty fierce guy, but needed to see more of him. The movie didn't play him up to his full fierceness. Wait, that's not right. Pop Quiz! They didn't use his full visual fierceness. But I've now heard from 2 people that heard my complaint: 'You have to see the second movie.' I suppose, but then I'll have to see the Predator/Alien movie.... It's a never ending cycle... Ah well. Life goes on, and movies never die (and neither do the movie villains).
I didn't get home till almost 10am. All in all, a very good time.
A friend and I went to Asheville for a brand new adventure! Drum Circle in the middle of downtown--- great rhythms, awesome dancers, especially the ones handling fire.
Then we took a jaunt to a new club (for us anyway), and analyzed differently the patrons there. He was nicer than I was (Imagine! Someone nicer than me... Is it even possible? Cuz we all know I'm a fucking saint...).
But even nicer, he was still wrong. I'm just too exhausted to prove it. :)
And then for the long drive home...
I finally got to see Predator. Pretty fierce guy, but needed to see more of him. The movie didn't play him up to his full fierceness. Wait, that's not right. Pop Quiz! They didn't use his full visual fierceness. But I've now heard from 2 people that heard my complaint: 'You have to see the second movie.' I suppose, but then I'll have to see the Predator/Alien movie.... It's a never ending cycle... Ah well. Life goes on, and movies never die (and neither do the movie villains).
I didn't get home till almost 10am. All in all, a very good time.
Friday, October 08, 2004
Yippy Skippy!!
I am happy happy bouncy bouncy crazy smilely cheering YAY excited!
I get to go to a place tonight that I've wanted to go for a while-- And I get to go with someone I really get along with.
Guaranteed good time-- even if place isn't all it's cracked up to be...
But by all accounts, it is!
Now all I have to do is pick out my clothes (always a hassle).
I'm such a girl sometimes.
Tangent: you can post something without writing a thing-- they're not picky.
I get to go to a place tonight that I've wanted to go for a while-- And I get to go with someone I really get along with.
Guaranteed good time-- even if place isn't all it's cracked up to be...
But by all accounts, it is!
Now all I have to do is pick out my clothes (always a hassle).
I'm such a girl sometimes.
Tangent: you can post something without writing a thing-- they're not picky.
Thursday, October 07, 2004
Argh!!
Wedding bitch called tonight. Husband answered the phone. She talks to him for 15 minutes, and then 'omg! I didn't realize I was this close to home. I gotta go!' .
WTF??? Who the hell doesn't realize how close to home they are, when they are driving there?
So, she must be avoiding me, you think? And why would that be? Cuz she just can't face me after being a total shit? Cuz she's afraid I'm going to tell her I don't want to be in her damn wedding after this little stunt?
And after not calling for a month, her calling w/o even asking for me makes everything worse. I'm very tempted to leave a nasty message, but dammit! I don't treat my friends that way.
God, I should. Maybe then she wouldn't be termed 'wedding bitch', cuz she would have never treated a scary friend that way. If I was that way-- maybe I wouldn't have been asked at all to be in it.
Hmmmm... something to think about. What a great idea. I'll be a bitch to everyone I care about, and then no one will ever ask me to do anything. Then I could act like THEM, and not care about anyone except myself.
Nice fantasy, but I could never pull it off. If I could, there would be no need for a blog.
WTF??? Who the hell doesn't realize how close to home they are, when they are driving there?
So, she must be avoiding me, you think? And why would that be? Cuz she just can't face me after being a total shit? Cuz she's afraid I'm going to tell her I don't want to be in her damn wedding after this little stunt?
And after not calling for a month, her calling w/o even asking for me makes everything worse. I'm very tempted to leave a nasty message, but dammit! I don't treat my friends that way.
God, I should. Maybe then she wouldn't be termed 'wedding bitch', cuz she would have never treated a scary friend that way. If I was that way-- maybe I wouldn't have been asked at all to be in it.
Hmmmm... something to think about. What a great idea. I'll be a bitch to everyone I care about, and then no one will ever ask me to do anything. Then I could act like THEM, and not care about anyone except myself.
Nice fantasy, but I could never pull it off. If I could, there would be no need for a blog.
Just an opinion...
I recently watched 'Just Another Teen Movie' . A little late, I know. I never wanted to see it before because, well, I thought it would suck.
Here's what I have to say about it: If you grew up watching the 80's teen movies, watch this one!! (Yes, they spoof the more modern ones, too) The flashback was great! I was screaming out what movie the spoof was from (and it changes with every scene). Turns out I need to see a couple more teen movies... Then I can watch this spoof again. :)
And the opening scene... makes the entire movie worth it.
Here's what I have to say about it: If you grew up watching the 80's teen movies, watch this one!! (Yes, they spoof the more modern ones, too) The flashback was great! I was screaming out what movie the spoof was from (and it changes with every scene). Turns out I need to see a couple more teen movies... Then I can watch this spoof again. :)
And the opening scene... makes the entire movie worth it.
And the award goes to...
I'd like to thank the pimp that got me started with this blog. What a charmer (family tradition)!
Anyway, I had no idea I had this much stuff to verbally vomit about... And it is actually getting a little easier for the people in my life: they don't have to clean the vomit off themselves anymore.
Wasn't that vivid?
Anyway, I had no idea I had this much stuff to verbally vomit about... And it is actually getting a little easier for the people in my life: they don't have to clean the vomit off themselves anymore.
Wasn't that vivid?
Rested
I went to bed at 12:30am and woke up a little after 2pm. After being awake for 42-43 hours, I'm feeling pretty good. :)
Wednesday, October 06, 2004
Ahh...
I'm feeling much saner now. (is that a word?) Anyway, I was right. I have my wind back. I'm feeling very 'normal thought patterns' right now. It's actually refreshing. After realizing how nuts I was earlier, I am so happy to be back to myself. 'Hello, Self. So nice to see you again.'
I think I am going to go veg in front of the TV for a couple hours, and then pass the hell out.
Good night, good night, parting is such sweet sorrow.
That I shall say "good night" till it be morrow.
I think I am going to go veg in front of the TV for a couple hours, and then pass the hell out.
Good night, good night, parting is such sweet sorrow.
That I shall say "good night" till it be morrow.
I Need Sleep
I have been up all night. And I am not counting passing out for 20 minutes sitting at the computer with my hair floating in my coffee (and no, not all of it--just a few strands).
I am struggling to make my brain work in a functional linear manner. It would be quite entertaining actually, if I wasn't gaining forehead frowning lines from trying so hard.
But I'll be awake for the duration.
Hmmm... sleepy Smallville. Nah-- I'll probably be on my 4th wind by then.
And here I am, carrying on a conversation online, and trying to type correctly. Not to mention keep track of what we're talking about... But, at least, we are both so full of tangents that I don't have to keep track of it for very long.
Not to mention the goofy factor. Oh yeah, goofy factor is so there, baby! I may even see a giggle fit in my future... Let me see what the Sacred Magic 8 Ball has to say... And don't pretend you don't believe what it says--- we all do. I just have the guts to admit it. Everyone's favorite form of divination (and how convenient-- you can get one at your local toy store. Along with Mr. Potato Head as long as you're there). Oh! And there's all those really cool super cheap toys right by the register that will break as soon as you step out of the store, but you just have to have them. Such bright pretty colors blinding all reason from your present state of existence. I love that carefree feeling while spending money stupidly on toys I don't need. Probably cuz I only do it like twice a year. I want to go to a toy store. Playing with toys is cool-- especially when it winds up with cake splattering everywhere...
See? Mind everywhere.
At least I have given up trying so hard to be linear. Just going with the flow like any good hippie chick should. Good for me. Good for everybody. Try and keep up.
Join me on my pretty color floating through the air head trip....
Sleep dep. I highly recommend it.
I am struggling to make my brain work in a functional linear manner. It would be quite entertaining actually, if I wasn't gaining forehead frowning lines from trying so hard.
But I'll be awake for the duration.
Hmmm... sleepy Smallville. Nah-- I'll probably be on my 4th wind by then.
And here I am, carrying on a conversation online, and trying to type correctly. Not to mention keep track of what we're talking about... But, at least, we are both so full of tangents that I don't have to keep track of it for very long.
Not to mention the goofy factor. Oh yeah, goofy factor is so there, baby! I may even see a giggle fit in my future... Let me see what the Sacred Magic 8 Ball has to say... And don't pretend you don't believe what it says--- we all do. I just have the guts to admit it. Everyone's favorite form of divination (and how convenient-- you can get one at your local toy store. Along with Mr. Potato Head as long as you're there). Oh! And there's all those really cool super cheap toys right by the register that will break as soon as you step out of the store, but you just have to have them. Such bright pretty colors blinding all reason from your present state of existence. I love that carefree feeling while spending money stupidly on toys I don't need. Probably cuz I only do it like twice a year. I want to go to a toy store. Playing with toys is cool-- especially when it winds up with cake splattering everywhere...
See? Mind everywhere.
At least I have given up trying so hard to be linear. Just going with the flow like any good hippie chick should. Good for me. Good for everybody. Try and keep up.
Join me on my pretty color floating through the air head trip....
Sleep dep. I highly recommend it.
No Longer Schizo
I am much better now. Trap door out of my head has opened, and I got out. :) *whew*
Tuesday, October 05, 2004
Help!
I just want to say I hate being trapped in my head. I need to create a door that I can open and run screaming from the circling thoughts that immobilize me. Panic rises, terror takes over, vision blurs... I can't take this!! What the fuck is wrong with me?!?!
Nothing--that's what. Damn vulture thoughts.
*pulling out a gun and shooting down the demon thoughts one by fucking one*
Who the hell do these thoughts think I am? Some innocent school girl? Well, they have another thing coming! I don't have to take this shit. I know better! The enemy thoughts are all lies!!!
You know what? Bring it on! Try and immobilize me again. I DARE YOU!
Yep, that definitely sounded a wee bit schizo...
Nothing--that's what. Damn vulture thoughts.
*pulling out a gun and shooting down the demon thoughts one by fucking one*
Who the hell do these thoughts think I am? Some innocent school girl? Well, they have another thing coming! I don't have to take this shit. I know better! The enemy thoughts are all lies!!!
You know what? Bring it on! Try and immobilize me again. I DARE YOU!
Yep, that definitely sounded a wee bit schizo...
I am Famous
I heard my name coming out of the radio this morning. My morning show wished me a happy birthday.
Monday, October 04, 2004
Something Cute
Last Saturday (when my kid's plans were broken) we tried to make it up to her by taking her out. At least she would be doing something special, right?
So while we're out I ask her if she feels better about the broken plans. She said no. I then told her we were hoping doing our thing would cheer her up.
Her response?
With an ever so adult voice (almost patronizing to the point of her patting us on our heads) she said, "Well, you tried your best, but..."
I couldn't help but laugh.
So while we're out I ask her if she feels better about the broken plans. She said no. I then told her we were hoping doing our thing would cheer her up.
Her response?
With an ever so adult voice (almost patronizing to the point of her patting us on our heads) she said, "Well, you tried your best, but..."
I couldn't help but laugh.
People Suck
I am so sick of people.
The one that whines and guilt trips everyone.
The one that only calls when she needs something.
The one that is trying to play head games with me right now. Geez, if she wants to distance herself, just be freakin' honest!!
The one that did as predicted--glossed over what was wrong.
The attention whore (among so many other things)
The one that is way too uptight (luckily I don't see him too often)
The always suspicious one
The 'fake' one
The always angry one
The one that never has anything positive to say
The one that puts up with the one that never has anything positive to say
The one that refuses to deal with personal issues
And so many more.....
And their expectation of me to just put up with it. Stupid.
Announcement for anyone that doesn't already know: I have a '3 strikes, you're out' rule. No exceptions. I have cut friends out of my life without regrets--because they couldn't be adult enough or equal enough or respectful enough to be in a relationship with me. I have a lot of patience, but I will only put up with so much. Even I have my limits (and I know what they are).
And people wonder how I can just hole myself up in my house.... Well, duh! THEY are out there.
The one that whines and guilt trips everyone.
The one that only calls when she needs something.
The one that is trying to play head games with me right now. Geez, if she wants to distance herself, just be freakin' honest!!
The one that did as predicted--glossed over what was wrong.
The attention whore (among so many other things)
The one that is way too uptight (luckily I don't see him too often)
The always suspicious one
The 'fake' one
The always angry one
The one that never has anything positive to say
The one that puts up with the one that never has anything positive to say
The one that refuses to deal with personal issues
And so many more.....
And their expectation of me to just put up with it. Stupid.
Announcement for anyone that doesn't already know: I have a '3 strikes, you're out' rule. No exceptions. I have cut friends out of my life without regrets--because they couldn't be adult enough or equal enough or respectful enough to be in a relationship with me. I have a lot of patience, but I will only put up with so much. Even I have my limits (and I know what they are).
And people wonder how I can just hole myself up in my house.... Well, duh! THEY are out there.
I hate weddings rant
Weddings suck.
People act all sappy the entire day. There are lots of hugs and kisses and fancy uncomfortable clothes. Congratulations all around! Let me toast the fact that you made it to your wedding day. I'll really be impressed if you actually stay married.
Why the hell do people go to so much trouble and expense and put themselves in debt for one lousy --let's face it-- bride's day. Cuz we all know the man had nothing to do with which flowers were used or colors were worn or even where the reception was held. A wedding for a man is just a trial run for marriage-- if he can say 'yes, ma'am' with a smile while shelling out his life savings... Well, who knows? They might stand a chance. Until the newly wedded hubby realizes it was not for just one day. That is what 'Till death do us part' meant-- not undying love, but ever-open wallet.
Yes, I know. This sounds bitter.
I have a friend that is getting married, and she is poor. So why the hell is the bill up to $8,000+ already? And that is just minor parts-- we're not talking about the cost of the actual wedding or reception... Just stuff that goes with it (like tables, chairs, photographer, etc.)
And she hasn't listened to a damn word I've said about it. And I'm in the thing!! But since I live where I do, it'll cost me about $1,000. And she thinks that is just fine. She hasn't even offered to pay for my plane ticket. I even asked her about it, and she was very resistant. You know why? She can't spare money for a plane ticket when she is paying for the best of everything else.
What can I say? She has priorities.
In fact, she didn't call me for a month after that pleasant little conversation. Now she is trying to get a hold of me again, but we're playing phone tag. Can't seem to call at the right times. Oh, well. I am kind of curious to see what she has to say after all this time. Since she hails from my hometown, most likely she'll try to gloss over the strife. Denial. Excuses. And I'll have to try not to get mad or she might go away for another month.
That really pisses me off.
Not that I mind not talking for a month.... But I need to know if I am still in the wedding, or if she has replaced me ( I hope), and I can't find that out if she's not speaking to me. Dammit!!
I hate weddings. There should be a law against them.
People act all sappy the entire day. There are lots of hugs and kisses and fancy uncomfortable clothes. Congratulations all around! Let me toast the fact that you made it to your wedding day. I'll really be impressed if you actually stay married.
Why the hell do people go to so much trouble and expense and put themselves in debt for one lousy --let's face it-- bride's day. Cuz we all know the man had nothing to do with which flowers were used or colors were worn or even where the reception was held. A wedding for a man is just a trial run for marriage-- if he can say 'yes, ma'am' with a smile while shelling out his life savings... Well, who knows? They might stand a chance. Until the newly wedded hubby realizes it was not for just one day. That is what 'Till death do us part' meant-- not undying love, but ever-open wallet.
Yes, I know. This sounds bitter.
I have a friend that is getting married, and she is poor. So why the hell is the bill up to $8,000+ already? And that is just minor parts-- we're not talking about the cost of the actual wedding or reception... Just stuff that goes with it (like tables, chairs, photographer, etc.)
And she hasn't listened to a damn word I've said about it. And I'm in the thing!! But since I live where I do, it'll cost me about $1,000. And she thinks that is just fine. She hasn't even offered to pay for my plane ticket. I even asked her about it, and she was very resistant. You know why? She can't spare money for a plane ticket when she is paying for the best of everything else.
What can I say? She has priorities.
In fact, she didn't call me for a month after that pleasant little conversation. Now she is trying to get a hold of me again, but we're playing phone tag. Can't seem to call at the right times. Oh, well. I am kind of curious to see what she has to say after all this time. Since she hails from my hometown, most likely she'll try to gloss over the strife. Denial. Excuses. And I'll have to try not to get mad or she might go away for another month.
That really pisses me off.
Not that I mind not talking for a month.... But I need to know if I am still in the wedding, or if she has replaced me ( I hope), and I can't find that out if she's not speaking to me. Dammit!!
I hate weddings. There should be a law against them.
Sunday, October 03, 2004
Interviews
There should be interviews/trial runs for sex. It should be earned. Worked for. I am not talking about just charm. I mean, they should prove their skills are worthy. Think of how many lame experiences could have been avoided.
"You just don't do it for me. Get out. Don't call. Don't try again. I will say no. You had your chance. Next!"
Auditions. That's the word for it. I should hold auditions. My people will call your people kind of thing.
Of course, after a line of 'Get out' guys, I may be completely disillusioned with sex and become a nun or something. Can non-virgins become nuns? Nevermind, I wouldn't look good wearing the outfit required---especially having to wear it everyday....
"You just don't do it for me. Get out. Don't call. Don't try again. I will say no. You had your chance. Next!"
Auditions. That's the word for it. I should hold auditions. My people will call your people kind of thing.
Of course, after a line of 'Get out' guys, I may be completely disillusioned with sex and become a nun or something. Can non-virgins become nuns? Nevermind, I wouldn't look good wearing the outfit required---especially having to wear it everyday....
Saturday, October 02, 2004
Quote
I was watching the comedian Wanda Sykes on TV tonight. She said something that was so perfect, I just had to share.
She was talking about how most men's #1 fantasy is two women together.
"That is just pure folly. If you can't please one woman, why would you want to piss another one off?"
(The quote isn't exact---this was an hour ago.)
I need to remember that line...
She was talking about how most men's #1 fantasy is two women together.
"That is just pure folly. If you can't please one woman, why would you want to piss another one off?"
(The quote isn't exact---this was an hour ago.)
I need to remember that line...
*Slap!*
I was telling a friend about more dumbasses I know (there's quite a collection). I was told I should have slapped them (or worse :) ).
But I have come to a realization.
If I started slapping the dumb people that surround me, I would never stop.
Speaking of, Dumbass actually replied to my --ever so innocent-- comment on the site. I cannot believe he didn't know it was me.... *shaking head*
But I have come to a realization.
If I started slapping the dumb people that surround me, I would never stop.
Speaking of, Dumbass actually replied to my --ever so innocent-- comment on the site. I cannot believe he didn't know it was me.... *shaking head*
Another Update
I was able to become a member on the site Dumbass uses. Now I can comment on his lack of.. um.... discretion.
Breaking Plans
You make plans. Everyone is in agreement. This is a definite thing that is happening.
Then you call to see if there are any last minute details that need to be taken care of. And you find out the plan is no longer a plan.
You couldn't pick up the phone and call? What were you doing--wandering around your house in aimless circles just hoping we would call, so you could tell us plans were canceled?
Oh wait--your fingers (all 10 of them) must be broken... But then how would you answer the phone? Hmmm... Quite the mystery. We may have to get good ol' Sherlock Holmes on the case. (btw: He never said, 'Elementary, my dear Watson'. Look it up if you don't believe me. End tangent)
What really chaps my hide about all this plan breaking: my kid was really looking forward to it. The plans were really about her. But monster lady was unable to pick up a phone. Some people are so brainless.
Oh, yeah! *V8 slap* I already knew that. Why else would this blog be named 'People are Stupid'?
Then you call to see if there are any last minute details that need to be taken care of. And you find out the plan is no longer a plan.
You couldn't pick up the phone and call? What were you doing--wandering around your house in aimless circles just hoping we would call, so you could tell us plans were canceled?
Oh wait--your fingers (all 10 of them) must be broken... But then how would you answer the phone? Hmmm... Quite the mystery. We may have to get good ol' Sherlock Holmes on the case. (btw: He never said, 'Elementary, my dear Watson'. Look it up if you don't believe me. End tangent)
What really chaps my hide about all this plan breaking: my kid was really looking forward to it. The plans were really about her. But monster lady was unable to pick up a phone. Some people are so brainless.
Oh, yeah! *V8 slap* I already knew that. Why else would this blog be named 'People are Stupid'?
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