29 August 2007

Okay, kids...

I'm going away for the long weekend, starting on Thursday (tomorrow). So, I'll be out. Now, no one kill anyone, castrate or maim, get sent to jail, or do anything else that might otherwise land your butts in a sling.

Be back Monday afternoon.


27 August 2007

Kiss My Grits, Mel!

I am so damn tired of being an adult, as in a fucking partner for my godmom. Dude, I've been an adult since I was born, having to deal with my parents foolishness, and that counts her too. She alternates between treating me like I'm her fucking husband to a three-year-old. I'm tired of dealing with her 30-year-old thoughts on Atlanta. Hi, it's changed. Areas have changed. I'm tired of dealing with her crap about "I don't know if I can handle a house" and when I say "fine, we'll just cancel that whole part of the search!" She goes "No, we need to look." Look, woman. You're 73-years-old. Grow a goddamn backbone! I shouldn't have to be the one to pick out everything! I'm not your husband! I'm your kid!

She won't even pick out the restaurant to eat at. She tells me to. Dude, seriously, grow a fucking pair. I'm 25, and I've been surrounded by her negativity all my life. And I love her, and I babied her so I created part of this mess, but come the fuck on! I'm so over this. She acts like I don't know a thing about house hunting. Oh, sure. I only look shit up daily, looking at prices and what we can afford. 220,000-250000 is not what it was five years ago, lady. The prices have gone up. Inflation happened. Please, I don't pull this shit out of my ass. I pay attention. I'm so over it!

I want my own place. I want my own space. I don't need someone up my ass 24/7. She just walks into my room, and sits down. Because she's bored. And she'll hound me to death. Seriously, I get the same nagging comment about six-seven times a day. Ugh, lady. I just. I'm so over this. I know I'm not in a position to be on my own. Hell, I don't even have a car since I sold it the other day (junkmonster's gone, thank god). But god knows I could use a way out. I'm seriously about to crack. It's compounding. Do you know how TIRED I am of listening to her human equivalent of "nom, nom, nom" EVERY. SINGLE. BITE. she takes? And a huge breath. And her fucking neurosis about her weight. Dude, you're 73. You're not gonna be a size 4 anymore. Get. The. Fuck. Over. It. I swear she has an eating disorder. She'll eat like a piece of cheese toast for bread, a candy bar for lunch, and half of whatever sets out when she makes for dinner. And she always goes "I'm so full." And don't get me started on her passive aggressive shit. I can't say one thing without it being held against me for fucking decades. Seriously, she brings up shit I did when I was like 11.

I'm 25. How about giving me a little credit? I've survived a pretty fucked up childhood, came out fairly mentally in tact, working on changing that even better. I'm just...so over this. Honestly, all I want is to be given a little downtime, for me. I shouldn't have to worry about her shit and mine, because she acts like I'm her partner. Dude, I get it. Finances are tight. But if I say something? I'm treated like shit, even if she wants my opinion and asks for it.

I'm going to lose my mind in the next couple months. I can feel it starting. I've gotten like this more than once. Hell, even in the past seven years, at least twice. I just. God, is it such a big deal to let me be a normal 25 year old every once in while? Really, is it that hard?

I'm about five minutes from a great big, giant crying jag. Because the stress is unreal.

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16 August 2007

Holy Capers, Batman!

Just a quick check in blog.

A) I'm doing my best to finish up my schedule for school. Hopefully I'll get to go in next three days. That's right, they're being that slow. Aren't they fabulous? I haven't been trying to get all squared away for the past two months and holds pop up one at a time, instead of a normal checklist. Oh, and school starts on the 20th.

B) I've been setting up a non-livejournal fandom account, since I'll be moving from there. Seriously, when you make AT&T look downright courteous, you got issues.

C) Been reading up on Livejournal/Six Apart's dumbass moves. Seriously, folks. If you have your employees mocking the userbase, they tend to not be happy. Along with being lumped in with pedophiles. We're crazy like that.

D) Walmart's can suck Dom Deluise's hairy balls! That's all I'll say on that.

E) This 102 degree heat sucks like a Hoover on shag carpet.

Misty, I'll do the memey thing after I take my pic. Give me a couple days, yeah? Now, I'm going to bed so I can go take a dumbass test I know I'll fail and have to be in Math 98, instead of college level algebra. Go team me! Or something.

Now I go to bed. Hopefully this is the last hold I have on my record.

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12 August 2007

Defying Logic

You know, I don't really believe in organized religion. I've to been a couple different types (like five), and the closest I've felt to a happy place was an Episcopal church that we'll eventually go back to when we get our life straightened out, time wise. And they stop having 10:30 services. Because it's normally at like 11:15. Which is a much easier time for us. Mostly they seem welcoming. Not a one of those five were a perfect fit. It's more what's the most fitting within the confines.

Now, the thing of it all, is I have a friend who posted a couple stories earlier today about her brother's attitude on church. Can't repost, or won't, cause it's meant for friends list eyes only. But it kinda bugged me. Because she's found her path, it must be his. I don't get that. If he doesn't want to do something, then let it rest. It's not her decision. I don't get the converting thing. People will come to their own decisions, in their own time. I just...don't get it.

Sorry, random rant, I know. But it really bugged me that because he didn't attend a Bible based church and would rather think it through with logic, he's wrong. Why do people say that? Churches are great for some people, but not everyone fits into the neat little boxes. Like me. I've kinda picked and grabbed from various religions, along with non-religions like basically spirituality. And then she went on to question her mother's actions on her brother's choices. I just don't get it.


07 August 2007


Now I was talking to someone about the LJ/6A debacle and I mentioned beating someone with my godmom's cornbread pan. Now, this thing is like 100+ years, considering she's in her 70s and it was her grandma's. Threatening to beat someone with the cornbread pan is based on a real story, though.

You see, my godmom's mom (my other godmom), Nona, wasn't too keen on her lecherous brother-in-law. He was a drunk and bum. He kept his wife pregnant (they ended up with 12 or 13 kids) during the time too. Nona's sister was his wife, so she put up with the scum, but wasn't happy about it. He would make comments about how much better Nona thought she was compared to them. Never mind that Nona and her husband worked full-time, took care of her parents (who watched their kid), and their child in the 30s and pre-war 40s, and their bathroom was still on the back porch so they weren't too high up. The Lech's girls got my godmom's hand-me-downs, and he was upset about that. Needless to say, he wasn't a winner.

Though according to him, he won WWI all by his lonesome, and then the aliens took him into space and played 'spot the organ' with an anal probe. So take that for what you will.

So, he and his family were over visiting the grandparents. It was breakfast time, and Nona had to cook the meal. She had something like 9 extra people to cook for. While she's preparing it, old Lech comes over, and being a never sober fool, decides he wants a piece of his sister-in-law. Nona's not so thrilled with the concept. After he groped her, she reached around on the stove and grabbed the skillet of eggs, knocking him out cold and leaving the eggs on the floor. That skillet had been on the range for awhile, and remember this wasn't a modern day oven. So it was a pretty hot pan.

Nona's hubby comes in from keeping the guests happy after hearing the ka-thunk to find the scene. By that time, Lech has woken up slightly, a bit groggy. He's moaning, and Nona's ready to hit him again. This is a woman that hates violence to boot. She says he's never to come into the house again, and he does, she'll hit him. Her truck driving husband backs her up and Lech leaves. And never comes back.

This is why pissing off a generally nice Southern woman is a very, very bad idea.


03 August 2007

Boo Motherfuckers

Oh, LJ/6A you fail so hard it's insane. So, once again, people are getting TOSed, without anyone clarifying what's TOSable. Apparently common sense went out the window. I keep my LJ for my fandom things. That's the whole point of that account at this point, and I'm not going to link it either. It's where I can put shit y'all don't care about, and I'm a complete feedback whore, so instant gratification is a blessed thing.

Now, I don't particularly like Snape and Harry relationships, or any student/teacher. I never have, wasn't my kink. Chan/lolita/whatever the hell else you call makes me squick the fuck out and run and hide. But I also didn't judge other people. How could I? Dude, I read Harlequin romances...and am proud about it. I have no room to judge. So, they're cracking down because the wackos at Perverted Justice are on them this time. Seriously? These people fail so hard at business sense that it's astounding. Y'all, fictional characters? Get the same treatment as real people. Uh huh. That whole 'fiction isn't reality' thing is a blurry line with these fools.

I'm not gonna hash it out much more, because well, I've been looking at it all damn day, and why I haven't visited many blogs. It's just insane. LJ/6A needs to go back to business 101. If you piss off your customer base, it will leave. When it leaves, advertisers won't stick around. Then you have a waste of money, and you'll have to close something you paid a lot of money for. Dude, if I can figure this out after one marketing class, then they're totally fucked.

Oh, and the Supreme Court? Totally the best thing to model anything on for the obscene laws. The same Court that said fiction couldn't be obscene, because it is in fact not real. And LJ/6A is the same company that said that fan fiction and art was safe, three months ago when they did the first dumbass shit of deleting and permabanning people without investigating. *sigh*

Make the stupid stop. Make it stop.

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