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Thursday, October 31, 2002 Happy Hallow's Eve, everyone! ^_^ Thank you guys so much for your support; you have no idea what that meant to me. Godbrother's going to be okay. Still no sign of the car though. Not that I thought there would be. :/ Kids are completely jaded these days. Costumes I've seen so far today include a crackhead, a drive-by victim, several homeless people (complete with newspapers and fake fire drum) dead people, President Bush, John and Jane Doe (complete with toe tags), and homicidal firemen as well as the more traditional fare such as witches, vampires, and clowns. Exerpt from today: "Mom, I was wondering... can I get a video game if my grades are good this marking period?" I wonder how many parents today will blindly go out and buy this game for their 12 year old kids without knowing a damn thing about it, but that's not really my business. What goes on in my house is. I have a severe problem with all these concerned Citizen groups out here who want the Government to become surrogate parents and ban things they find unseemly because they don't have any parental control in their homes.These are the same type of parents who take their kids to see movies like "Jackass" and "Fear-Dot-Com", then get pissed off because despite the fact that every single movie review stresses that these movies are NOT for kids took their little darlings to see it anyway, get insulted that OH MY GOSH these moveis are horrible for kids and immediately start to lobby against them. Try telling the little darlings "NO, that is NOT appropiate for you" sometimes. It works. Honestly. All you have to do is try it. In other news, R.I.P. Grand Master Jay. ;_; malkavians followed london home @ 07:29 PM CST Sunday, October 27, 2002 Gran went to the hospital a few days ago, and the nursing home called to inform us. When I asked why, the nurse who takes care of her played stupid, muttering something about "urine problems." That mystery was solved when her doctor called me mom back in a fiery rage; apparently Gran had been sitting on the mother of all bedsores and they had to...*gulp* slice off a small slab of ass because the damaged tissue went all the way to the bone, but apparently nobody could see this. :/ Needless to say Moms lost it, Nurse Rachett has been fired, the entire home is in litigation, and Gran is going somewhere where people actually earn their paychecks. Poor Kupo. Yesterday, he had the most....jacked-up birthday of all time. It started off in the morning when I called Kupo's godmother to remind her to pick up the ice-cream for a small party we were throwing for him at her house. Turns out that hermother passed out at home and was rushed to the hospital. After admitting her mom, she and a friend were driving home when a semi decided to run a red light and ram right into them. She got away with only major bruising; the friend went to the hospital. Her van was completely totalled.Thankfully both will be okay, but understandably the party was postponed until next week or so. So I take the 30+ cupcakes with us to his group that meets on Saturday, only to find that due to the weather, most of the kids didn't show up. Grrrr. On the way home, Ronin gets the fine idea of going to Chinatown to eat at Kupo's favorite restaurant, and then going back to the house so Kupo could open the presents. I wanted to stop home first but when we drive up, my mom runs outside with her coat hanging off and one shoe missing screaming something about my godbrother, a car-jacking, head wounds, and my godmother in a state of hysterics. We told mom to meet us over there, put the car in a U-turn, went to my godmom's house, snatched my godbrother's ass off the couch (this idiot had a big gash in his head and STILL didn't want to go to the doctor, the baby) and with the help of my mom take him to the hospital, where we wait for him to get stitched up. How the hell he stayed coherent and concussion-free through all of this I have no idea, because he was calm as a summer breeze as he sat and told Kupo, my mom, and other assorted people in the waiting room the story about how, armed only with THE CLUB, beat the crap out of 15 guys before they took it away and smacked him upside the head with it. Damn. Guess it's true what they say about head wounds, because he said that he didn't feel a thing, even with that big gash. All he wanted to do was eat. O_o When the police came to do the report and the doctor took him away, my mom told us to leave because she could handle it from there. So we did get to go to Chinatown after all, but we were so worn out all we did was eat and leave. And I'm not even going to get into the part about Hellfang and the GI Joe. -_- Now even though this entire day would rate a perfect 8 on the oh-shit-o-meter, my son says that it's the best birthday he's ever had. And perhaps it was. Because someone could have DIED throughout this drama. But they didn't. They are worse for wear, but ultimately it'll be okay. Because no matter how bad you think things are going for you, it could be a hell of a lot worse. malkavians followed london home @ 11:12 AM CST Wednesday, October 23, 2002 Whee, got a sweet bonsai tree today! Not sure what kind it is, but I named it Iggy....hope the little fucker doesn't die on me. malkavians followed london home @ 07:57 PM CST Sunday, October 20, 2002 Took Hellfang for a long walk today...about 2.5 miles (which I think is ample exercise for both of us) It went a little bit like this: Hellfang: lalalalalala....what's this? bad next-door neighbor boy..wouldn't let me herd him in a corner and snatch off those wretched white shoes. Ooooohhh..he has that tiny female puppy! come here, puppy...let me smell your ass! and on and on.... Hellfang: no bad children to herd...maybe i pissed her off last time she walked me and i tried to chase those boys and yanked on the chain..she didn't walk me for a week, just let me out in the yard...ugh...must avoid that. also, must remember smell of grass for stupid cat in the house, so she'll stop bugging me about it.... Black Old Dog: *running through big empty lot* you're new, you're new...who the hell are youuuuuuuu.... Where I walked Hellfang was to the perimeter of a huge park, smack dab in the middle of the city like an oasis. Buildings as far as the eye can see, then suddenly, all this smooth, clean green. Trees wagging in the the breeze, arms swinging invitingly. Hellfang was in such shock, he actually sat down hard on the sidewalk, sniffing the air eagerly. We would have went in the park, except there were some people already there with their dogs, and they weren't on leashes either. -_- So we doubled back and just went home, where he has, no doubt, a lot to tell a certain cat. malkavians followed london home @ 03:55 PM CST Thursday, October 17, 2002 Stupid Hellfang...I gave him a hot pepper to stop him from begging for my food and he ate it and now he's begging for more. You would think they were begging strips, the crazy mutt... Finished blocking out the poses for mah muses, got more resumes printed up, and surfed around a bit to find that two of my favorite domains have fresh new looks, hurrah! *goes back to work* [much later....edit] *cues in the song "Backstabbers" by the Ojays* I've heard enough. Can someone PLEASE explain to me how someone could be "friends" with someone for 3 freaking years, make that person their affiliate and "sister site" online, all while secretly hating their ass? You don't know, do you? Well, neither do I. Sometimes when you are friends with someone, they may have habits you don't like, or have friends you don't like...or even have different beliefs than you. But even though you may not like those things..you still care about your friend. And part of caring about a friend is that sometimes, you have to TELL your friend about themselves; to break it down and just say "dammit, I can't stand your ass when you [insert various crimes here]. And they will let you have it back...and it will be okay...because you're friends...and it's something you do to clear the air. Either you walk away with new understanding, you work on your personal crap that was pointed out to you that you may not have been aware of, or you're not friends anymore. Never...never EVER do you mislead someone into thinking they're your friend for a long-ass time, then go behind her back to tell mutual friends WHO AREN'T EVEN INVOLVED grievances that you should be telling her that date back years. It's ironic that you said "I don't want to badmouth her" when you knew damn good and well that's exactly what you were doing. Oh yes, if your mission was to have your utmost contempt for her get back in the shittiest way possible; congrats, you've succeeded. I've seen some low things go down on the Web but by God, what you've done is one of the lowest, crappiest things I've seen in a while. You don't DO things like that and still consider yourself a decent human being, sweetie. What you can do is apologize to all those innocent people who you got involved in your backstabbery because you didn't have the balls to tell someone gal to gal that you've outgrown their friendship. As Karma shall have it, one day someone will do this to you. And you'll cry the way she did. And maybe you'll understand the emptiness and sadness she felt. malkavians followed london home @ 09:03 PM CST Monday, October 14, 2002 Hmmm..methinks I made a boo-boo today...but one that may tilt in my favor. I went to the hospital (where the Princess went after Hellfang bit her; mucho doctor billo) when in the reception area, my eyes were assaulted. The crap in question was a flyer advertising National Breast Cancer Month and reminding women of a certain age to get free screening on certain dates. Now, anyone who knows me can tell you about how much I HATE nasty flyer design. You know the type- what they make in grammer school to give to students to take home to their parents telling them about the latest PTA meeting or picture day or something. And the fact that this crap came from a HOSPITAL that actually has a marketing department is appalling. The coup de crap of the whole piece was the pixellated logo (you get that effect, boys and girls, when you have something that's small in size and resolution and you blow it up in Photoshop) in the corner. I was telling all of this to the security guard when he buzzed some lady to come out of her office and join in the dish, which went a little like this: Lady: Hmmm...so you say you hate it? Can you tell me why? Turns out that the lady who I was dishing with is the head of marketing for the hospital. I just spent. about 30 minutes. running down the department. that this woman runs. Can you think of anything more fucked than that? The even weirder news is that she was impressed by all I said and wants me to bring my resume by tomorrow. Go know. malkavians followed london home @ 08:29 PM CST Sunday, October 13, 2002 Ugh, looking over some of my last entries, I see that I've got stuck in this whole negativity trip so in the future I'm going to try and calm my ass down. XD. Ronin finally got things sorted at his old job so we went out for sushi today after Kupo's appointment. We even started shopping for Kupo's birthday-together. It won't be as extravagant as years past...but It'll be decent because he'll know the love and care that went into it. Ronin went home with a load of Yu-Gi-oh stuff because Kupo's got that sneaking habit down pat. Especially at this time of year. So if the goods aren't in the house, then he can't get to them! HaHa! I'm not even getting the desk set until it's close to the date..he's been needing a proper desk for months...and he's of the age where he should have his own desk as opposed to wrecking the kitchen table with art projects and stuff. And speaking of projects, me needs to finish the pic for the new layout for Muse, and developing more logos for this tech company I'm freelancing with. Takes me all day long to do absolutely something, but that's okay..I want it to look right. The Hedwig site finally went live, thank god, so all that is off my server now and onto theirs....and nooks and crannies got added to Strangevision. *idly wonders why a certain employer politely emailed me asking for samples...I mean, there's samples already there, wtf...* malkavians followed london home @ 01:09 AM CST Wednesday, October 9, 2002 Hate winter sometimes, ugh. And I really, really hate winter here. >_< Well, winter isn't here yet, but it's in the mail, that's for sure. Stupid cat found a mouse and carried it over to me...where she promptly let it go, the stupid. Now she and Hellfang are searching for it...and I'm having terrible thoughts of little mouse feet running across my face as I sleep. But as much as I can't stand mice...I really can't stand mice of the human variety. If you are just pretending to be friends with someone while secretly telling the world how much you can't stand them (complete with a full list of this person's flaws, arguments you've had, etc, al) keep in mind that sort of behaviour doesn't make you smart, it makes you a coward....and a backstabbing, forked-tongue slithery bitch to boot. Why the pretense and the subterfuge? If you don't like someone, or started out friends and now don't want to be bothered for whatever reason that's fine. There's just certain things in life you just don't do....not if you're a decent person, that is. The old "shake your hand while I stab your back" routine is one of them. People may not think a lot about the person whom you're discussing...but they won't think anything nice about you either. I wouldn't cry over those that aren't worthy of tears. NOT FOR ONE.F*CKING.MINUTE. malkavians followed london home @ 01:08 AM CST Wednesday, October 2, 2002 Well well well...I've been productive lately...currently listening to "Safe from Harm" by Narcotic Thrust, sketching..putting two projects to bed and specing others. Strangely, things are still arranging themselves in my favor, but I'm not going to say in fear of jinxing meself. Good fortune is going on...and if things are so horrible for you for a very long time, there's no other place to go but the upswing. Heard from Halo (at last) he was kinda depressed but then said he was going scuba diving, which should cheer him up righteous. I'm just glad he's okay. On another note, checking the caller ID to see who my "Claire Danes" fanatic was (duh) netted a new mystery: Not a known number to me at ALL. I'm now beginning to come to grip with the fact that I might have had a conversation at 2 am with a complete stranger for an HOUR.....ouch. And speaking of fortune and Karma, payback must be a motherf*cker, huh? Not wishing ill will on anyone, but some people make it very hard to be remotely sympathethic to them. Your post in her GB was very classy...and more than she deserved. malkavians followed london home @ 10:50 PM CST |
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