It's not Obsession

Today is just grey enough and drizzly enough to make me think of fall.

And make me want to pull out fall smelling candles and bake cookies and think of NaNo and Thanksgiving and Christmas and sweatpants and curling up under a blanket with a book...

... I wish I had any kind of energy.

But? I DO feel like watching... Stargate. A lot.

So, Jeannie - the mod for my SPN game - ditched us all last night to go play TABLETOP SPN games... and promptly busted herself up.

JEANNIE: I HAVE A BROKEN FOOT. AND A BROKEN TOE. AND A DISLOCATED KNEE THAT THEY PUT BACK IN PLACE. AND I HURT. I'M ON CRUTCHES
MO: THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT FOR???
JEANNIE: I'm a menace to myself
JEANNIE: well see
JEANNIE: I was trying to play kissy face with the pavement last night.
JEANNIE: it didn't appreciate my advances
MO: clearly
MO: no means no jeannie
JEANNIE: its a sexy driveway
MO: it has rights, too
JEANNIE: yes well. it didn't have to go all chris brown on me
MO: okay, I laughed out loud
JEANNIE: LMAO GOOD

So, I watched True Blood...

( Yeaaaaaah )

I'm off to watch that Other Show now. And to bask in THAT particular brand of Fantastic Awesome. Geez.

... and I am just not feelin' it. Which, yeah. It's a shame and all that. And I guess people have noticed. Lodi said she doesn't like it that my Christmas season doesn't start until Christmas. Lani said that she misses me singing Christmas carols in August. And Cheryl said that I suck.

I'm sorry. I DO suck. It's not even right, I know.

I tried, though, right? I made cookies and baked muffins and bread and played Christmas carols... it didn't work.

Cher wanted to decorate the tree? I knew she wanted to go get more decorations and... yeah, I went, but eh. She mostly ended up doing most of the work.

Know why? I remember no power until Christmas Eve and then going, "Oh, yeah. Tree. I guess. Sure." And then staying up til two in the morning and doing it and it was all just SUCKY. CHRISTMAS SUCKED. I HATED IT.

AND I DON'T WANT TO HATE IT.

I hate this.

Have you ever, ever, ever read a more self-pity filled entry, like... ever? I win. I hate that.

So, I should be writing my NaNo. I could be RPing. Neither seems like fun. I am not a creative person, I've realized. Instead, I do the same shit over and over and over and think I'm clever and I'm really just not.

I don't feel good. I got sick in the shower tonight. I am trying to nurse a migraine. I have this wicked icky thing that has been GROWING on my tongue in my MOUTH for- you know? That just sounds way more grody than it is. I bit it, then I burned it, then the baby gave me thrush. That's all. *sighs*

Plus, Cher did something horrible to me: she made me watch FRIENDS, and unlike the three seasons of Supernatural? There are ten of Friends. I hate this show and yet... I can't not watch. And I went for so long, too.

I'm headachy, I can't get a job in FUCKING NOWHEREVILLE and I can't pay my storage.

I want to complain SO much and this post just isn't cutting it.

I'm apparently throwing a Pity Party and ya'll are invited.

Plus: I'ma hafta kill the dog, the boy and the neighbor. Who wants to come to THAT?

YOU PEOPLE ARE NO HELP AT ALL!

Seriously. NONE of you said the same thing twice in the 'options' part of my POLL!

NONE of you.

Suggestions I got?

1) Claudia's Whirlwind European love affair with Enrique
2) Brad - backstoryish?
3) Barbie's Dream Vacation
4) Kitt & Hattie
5) Jess & Sam
6) Anne & Sam
7) Anne & Shannon - (TOGETHER?)
8) Anne & Anteros - (apparently 4 TEH WIN!)
9) The FATES

No. Same. Idea. Twice.

I hate all of you. Consider yourselves banned. GTFO.

*folds arms and POUTS*

Okay, a REAL update since internet has been hit-n-miss.

BUSY AS SHIT. TIRED AS HELL.

This means that when I go to bed at 12? I'm up at 4:55am. YES, that is what my clock says when I wake up the first time. And then 5:30, then 6:15 and so on til I fall out of bed at 7.

Back when we moved out of the 3-bedroom house that had been occupied by our family for twenty years, we didn't prune the stuff. We just packed it all and took it to the house I'm in now. Which means that the 'go through and throw away' that didn't happen then? Has to happen now.

It's crazy. I don't LIKE it.

I'm a sentimental person by nature and this is driving me nuts. Plus, my stimulus check is supposed to come and I need to use that to get a storage unit. I refuse to get rid of my mom's bedroom furniture. Yeah, I've been borrowing it for a year. It's still hers. I won't ditch the antique sideboard, either. Or the chair that my dad gave me.

The coffee/end tables can go. The couch can go. Kyle's dresser can go (sorry, Cher). Even Kyle's BED can go. I just... yeah.

Oh, I got rid of the washer and dryer. *shrugs* Yay Craigslist.

His scar hurt? Well, mine? The one on my arm from my gang-fight?

Yeah, itches like a motherfucker. WTH, why now?

+ Landlord part taken care of, and taken care of well. Without harsh words or issues. Yay.

+ Rachael's party tomorrow
+ with Lani! :D
-- without Meredith or Cher :(
- and I'm getting sick
+ but I'll be wearing the boobieshirt anyway

+ BSG was awesome
- and is over until 2009

+ The weather is beautiful and the top has gone down on the 'Stang
- the weather is what made me sick
- putting gas in the 'Stang is SO EXPENSIVE and I have no money

Hi, life! :D How's you guys a-doin'?

Teresa going 'huh?' all the time makes this work. Panth doing it yesterday makes it perfect. Look what Rachael found:



Edited:

A. Vito Corleone
B. Michael Corleone
C. Sonny Corleone
D. Don Corleone


*sighs*

I was moving WAAAAAAAAAAAY too quickly. I maintain that my answer should have counted. Otherwise? My score would have been PERFECT. Dammit. Fucking Facebook. Fucking ZEUS.

This is AFTER I spent 15 minutes preaching to Aki yesterday. PREACHING about the Godfather movies. The hell?! Ugh. Faaaaaaaaaaaail.

(Ya like my icon, though, don'tcha?)

I hate... SCRIPTFRENZY. I'm throwing in the towel. This is clearly not something I have a talent for. SCREW this and SCREW Chris Baty's red-headed stepchild. Bitch.

I hate... well, frankly anything that requires my creative knowledge at this point for I HAVE NONE. The end.

I hate... that damn dog. Ate my goddamned dinner right off the fucking table. I swear I'm going to have a sable Sheltie fur purse here in a minute. No Jokes.

I hate... my sister. Not really but if she keeps peekin' over here, I'm gonna show THAT ONE PHOTO of her that I took on my phone. I told her I was gonna and time's growing short.

I hate... YOU. YOU and your DOG and your HAIRCUT and your CAT and your SILLY LITTLE SHOES. All of it. YOU. Yeah, I said it. YOU. [Editor's Note: This person may or may not exist. Mgmt reserves the right to deny knowledge at any time.]

I hate... TV shows that go off the air for 14 - 16 months and then just think they can come back on the air like nothing has happened. HATE them. *cuddles 'Rome', 'Alias' & 'BSG'. Bitches.

I FUCKING hate... Kirsten Dunst. Yeah, I said it. And? I meant it.

The end.