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Shit, I could have SWORN I hit "restore from saved draft".

First off: Sorry I haven't been around much. We have mandatory overtime at work and I basically worked the equivalent of 6 days instead of my usual 5, plus 4 and a half hours today before I ran out of work. (NOT COOL GAIZ.) I've been too tired to feel like being fun on the Internet. :\ I am reading along at home, though. I had a couple of episodes where I was dizzy and had serious concerns about fainting at the wheel after an 11-12 hour day, so had to jump off the wagon a couple of nights last week; I've started packing extra food in case I need something to eat, and trail mix is my new best friend. (It's pretty much the only thing I can eat from the vending machines, and if I go to the Fresh Market and get some, there's a little less sugar in the dried fruit, so all the better.)

Oh, and despite being told when I called the main security office that my employee badge should get me into the building, IT DIDN'T. I had to get a security guard to let me in; fortunately, the guards at our building are pretty nice, and it helps that we all see each other every day, so they know me and know that I work there. I sent an e-mail to request access, though, so hopefully we won't have this problem next week.

Anyway, after work today, I came home and slept for five hours and that was the best thing ever.

Also, I had the much-dreaded consultation with the oral surgeon on Thursday. Behind a cut because some of it is gross. )

And that's it, I'm going to bed.
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This is a really embarrassing admission to make, but I feel compelled to do so because a.) I am a little bored and b.) the rest of this post will make no sense whatsoever if I don't.

But what is l33's shocking sekrit? )
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♥ ♥ ♥ Happy birthday, [livejournal.com profile] augustuscaesar! ♥ ♥ ♥
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No photos here, because I didn't take any. Ah well.

Around the time I was born, my folks lived in the metro St. Louis area (which is how I came to be born in St. Louis), and lolmom still has a friend from those days, so we went to visit her this weekend. We had been going to go to an Irish pub near where she lives to hear live music, but we got in pretty late on Friday night and on Saturday, it snowed (...) so that was not a go. Alas.

Despite the snow, on Saturday morning we went to the Missouri History Museum, because I really, really wanted to see the Treasures of Napoléon exhibit and basically whined and cried until I was taken along on this particular trip. The website is pretty good for what it is, but really doesn't do the exhibit justice; it was gorgeous, and I was not disappointed at all. We got free tickets for the Splendid Heritage exhibit as well, but I was the only one who actually went to that; lolmom and Marla (her friend) were museum'd out by the time we were done with Napoleon. (I did pick up a biography and a coffee mug, being extraordinarily susceptible to coffee mugs with dictators on them. IS THERE A LENIN COFFEE MUG BRB LOOKING FOR ONE RYT NAU*~)

Afterwards, we went to Penzey's Spices, which is seriously just awesome; we found things we didn't know existed as well as things that we hadn't been able to find anywhere. (Mace, for instance. Nobody sells mace anymore.) I did nag lolmom into buying cardamom, though.

This morning, we went to brunch at a little mom-and-pop greasy spoon called The Happy Cow, where I had FRIED POTATOES OMG (among other things) for breakfast, and then to the World Market, whose website totally does not do it justice; they have an awesome selection of specialty foods and baking implements (we found dirt-cheap ramekins, and I picked up a six of San Pellegrino Limonata, because San Pellegrino is my favorite drink which I have to go to Bloomington for). I also found chocolate-covered marzipan bars, but I judged [livejournal.com profile] augustuscaesar and [livejournal.com profile] forgottensanity to be unworthy of them. (No, seriously, I am running low on cash and payday isn't until Friday, so I decided that lolmom's chocolate bunny was a higher priority. Next time I go back, gaiz. ♥)

And then we headed back. All in all, a pleasant diversion.



*There is a Lenin coffee mug. There are a bazillion on Zazzle, though obv I'm going to have to weed out all the anti-Communist crap. Yeah, apparently you can never take the Party out of the girl.
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Last night, X-chan drove up from Tennessee. I saw her pull into the driveway, so opened the door to let her in; she was carrying a Tupperware baking pan. The light wasn't too good, so she handed me the baking pan, and I made a joke about getting Tupperware for Christmas.

l33: It's just what I've always wanted!
X-chan: I wouldn't hold it too close to you. Also I'd wash my hands. It's got poop in it.
l33: Poop.
X-chan: Yup.
l33: You brought us poop for Christmas. This isn't your poop, is it?
X-chan: No, but I do have a surprise for you! :D
l33: Oh? Is it pee?
X-chan: No! It's out in the car. I'll go get it now. :D :D :DDDD

Presently, X-chan returned with a cat carrier. At first, I thought, "Why the hell did she bring the SpastiCat home with her?", given that X-chan is happy to leave the SpastiCat to her own devices for a few days if it's a short trip, and then, when X-chan set it on the dining room table, it became obvious that this was not the SpastiCat.

l33: Is this. Is this a KITTEN???
(For those of you who just met me earlier this year, my last cat died in '09 and I wasn't ready until a couple of months ago to think about getting another one. I figured it would be sometime in 2011, but the lolmom and I had wanted to pull up the carpet in the living room etc.)
X-chan: Yes. Don't worry, Mom knows. :D

The kitten is black and white (X-chan kept calling her "little tuxedo cat") and gives the impression of being carbonized on the top and undercooked on the bottom. We are pretty sure it's a girl, though obviously we're going to have the vet make sure. X-chan thinks the kitten is about 3-4 months old, though neither of us has had a kitten in years so we're not sure; she's friendly and sociable, not afraid of people, and basically stalked X-chan until the latter gave in. The new surroundings were very interesting to her, but she let me pet her and purrs obligingly, and we think she can be trusted not to repeat Callice's toileting offenses. She is slightly damaged; something bad has happened to her tail (it looks like it was run over or possibly like something took a big chomp out of her there), but the injury has healed (she doesn't cry or run away if her tail is touched), and it may need to be amputated, but I'll let the vet make that determination. She's also a sneezy little thing and has some discharge coming from one eye; since the injury to her tail is healed, X-chan thinks she was likely deliberately neglected or turned out of doors and that she's not someone's beloved pet who got out or ran away, and I'm inclined to agree.

Look at the KITTEN. )

Orders of business:
[livejournal.com profile] augustuscaesar, thank you for the v-gift :D

[livejournal.com profile] forgottensanity, I received your package but have not opened it yet, in a rare show of restraint (also, KITTEN). Thank you :D

Finally, I leave you with this, the second greatest Christmas story ever told. (The greatest Christmas story ever told is "Duel in the Snow, or, Red Ryder Versus the Cleveland Street Kid", by Jean Shepherd.)

Everybody have a happy Saturday, since people of all cultures and creeds can agree that tomorrow is that, and if Tara makes a smart remark about her hemisphere and time zones I shall take her away and have caponata shoveled down her throat and THAT will show her. :P
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1.) So I wound up not going to the Fall Festival this year--the first time I've missed in, like, forever, at least 7 or 8 years I think--because I was, apparently, too busy sleeping. If I can just manage ONE DAY where I sleep 7 hours and 7 hours only, I can die happy. Lolmom did bring me Christian fudge, though.

2.) I finally did something I really should have done a few weeks ago and deactivated my OKCupid account, on grounds of profound and severe disinterest. The only person who actually cares about this is [livejournal.com profile] augustuscaesar, who may be wondering why I'm yet to reply to her message there. Srry t4r4 :(

3.) RP is eating my brain, srry gaiz. On the other hand: Sedonia Guillone, I'm really happy for you and I'mma let you finish, but my RP partner and I wrote the hottest pr0n of all time. OF ALL TIME.

4.) You know what is totally awesome? A talking dictionary of Ainu. I was kind of doing some half-assed research on the Ainu and I was curious about what the language sounded like and so on and then I found this, WIN.
4a.) Loosely pertinent to the above, [livejournal.com profile] duokinneas may wish to know that there is more backstory available on Sanzô and if my ass gets kissed enough or even if it doesn't because I can refuse my seahorse uke nothing I might write about it.

5.) FUCK YOU SHITTY DYSTHYMIA. YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED IN MY BRAINMEATS EVER AGAIN. I WILL KICK YOUR ASS EVEN IF I HAVE TO MAKE MYSELF DO IT.
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1.) To whom it may concern: Please stop eating my FUCKING peppers. They are my peppers. I potted them. I water them on a daily basis. I pick them when they are ripe. They are not your peppers. I planted them for me to eat, not for you. You have already ruined two of my yellow peppers.

...Wait a minute. Is this [livejournal.com profile] duokinneas? Is this Talyn pretending to be some sort of bug? If yes: God damn it, Talyn. I'm going to cover you with Sevin dust and then put your desiccated carcass out with the trash and I hope you learn an important lesson from that. Like specifically DON'T BE ALL UP ON MY PEPPERS.

2.) I made codfish pie and then totally forgot to have any until like three days later. Oops? It actually isn't that bad, though it is kind of bland. I would totally eat the potato topping by itself as a side dish, though.

Also, the lolmom made sautéed zucchini and tomatoes, that bête noir of my childhood, for dinner tonight. (I was hungry on account of my dinner was forty minutes late, so Cheesy Poop Fries would have tasted pretty good at that point. Assuming that such a recipe exists, and that I could suppress my knowledge of what was in it.) It was less heinously offensive than I remembered, even if the zucchini was limp, but then it combined noxiously with my meds and gave me some gastrointestinal issues and now I take back that assessment. (In conversation, it was revealed that the zucchini was already starting to go bad.) Sautéed zucchini and tomatoes shouldn't be awful, because there's not a thing in there I don't like, but they are. DDDD:

3.) I think I might be getting better, because I've gone aeons without watching anything with Toshiro Mifune in it and I'm fine. Relatively speaking. I'm not sure if I'm ready to mentally break up with him, though.

4.) I have been overthinking a bunch of things that nobody cares about. [livejournal.com profile] augustuscaesar is, as ever, requested not to spill my secrets to the entire Int0rbuttz.
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This is my journal. I can totally do this to you if I want. It's totally under a cut so you can totally skip it if you want. I also totally abused the word "totally" in the preceding sentences, for which I apologize.

Meme: The Care and Feeding of Meeeeeeeeeeeeeee! )
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Jesus Christ. Did y'all miss me? (Ha! You probably didn't notice I was gone!) We've had no Internet for the past week, due to a tale of fuckery and woe, which is why all my posts have been goddamn Twitter.

Behind a cut because this is a long story )
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♥ Happy birthday, [livejournal.com profile] augustuscaesar! ♥

ILU. ♥
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I came straight home from work yesterday and slept, and now I think I'm going to turn in for a couple of hours, just because I have to be at work by 9:30. I failed at making dinner but at least I got some resumés sorted, though a lot of it is apply-in-person.

Lolmom, despite being repeatedly asked and promising several times to do it, has failed to caulk the upstairs tub. I am getting v. tired of this because everything hurts and I don't expect to be able to afford a massage even when I get paid and while a hot shower is nice when your back hurts, a bath is better. I am probably going to have to go all whiny about my back pain on her ass. (FTR, I would caulk the tub myself but am told there's a trick to it, and I have repeatedly asked her to either caulk the tub or show me how to do it.)

I hope this week will be better than, or at least suck less than, last week.

Also, confidential to [livejournal.com profile] augustuscaesar: ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
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You know how you have this thing going on where you're up late at night/early in the morning and you know you should be in bed but you don't feel tired and you can't be arsed? Yeah. I have to at least drop off for a couple of hours or so, since Camille and I have tentative plans for later today and I don't want to be a complete bitch while we're hanging out.

I seem to have dropped a couple of pounds in the last week. Insh'allah, this trend will continue. Which is now helped by the fact that we are out of frozen bagel snacks, since I ate them all. OH THE IRONY.

I have had serious "career" angst, and have pretty much decided that, if the opportunity arises, I will sell out, the better to effect my triumphant return to Bloomington. Truly, I am a master of cunning persiflages. Or not. Anyway, my mantra for this year is "no complaining" (lololol), so we'll see how this goes. In any case, I may not be afforded the opportunity to sell out. We Shall See. (In tandem with not complaining, I am also trying not to be horribly self-loathing, but this is also one of those things which We Shall See.)

Also I am trying very hard not to think about some other things, which I generally have been doing okay at and then it hits me like a brickbat to the gut. This is how and why I have become addicted to Xwap and online mahjongg; I use it as a thought-stopping mechanism.

I apologize to everybody who looks at the next post, but I'm trying to keep myself relatively accountable. Public shame is a strong motivator for me, so there 'tis.

♥ for [livejournal.com profile] augustuscaesar, because. ♥
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Dear Mr H~:

Hi there. It's your great-great-granddaughter, writing from TEH FUTURES. Specifically, about a hundred years or so, give or take, after your arrival in the New World. Given the lack of documentation, I'm starting to wonder if you did in fact arrive in the New World and if someone in the intervening generations didn't make the whole thing up. Also, it appears that your name was a very common one for strapping young Jewish lads in central and eastern Europe at about that time, so as you can imagine I'm having a lot of trouble leafing through Ellis Island records. Jewish GenWeb cheerfully assures me that it is possible to identify and locate you and my great-great-grandmother, despite the fact that you appear to have changed your surname (to H~) upon your arrival on our fair shores. I have severe reservations. When I ran my surname in their database (like a card file, but a lot faster), I got so many results that I just said a lot of bad words and decided to give up.

You might ask why I don't just go to the synagogue and ask to see the records. Well, I'm in the Midwest--I don't know just when you died, so I may be rehashing things you already know--where your grandson, my grandfather, stayed after he was discharged from the Army. There was a girl in it, you see. Also, the thing you feared has come to pass: we're not Jewish anymore. (Please don't scream too hard at my great-grandfather for this. He couldn't help who he loved.) Sometimes I still experience vestigial fury about this, not so much for our being goyim as for having lost our culture. I was brought up in my mother's Irish-German Catholic culture, which I'm glad for, but it would have been nice to have something from you guys too, besides some names that nobody could ever really quite remember and some towns that might be in Hungary/Poland/Croatia/the Crimean Ilkhanate/wherever. Nobody knows better than I that the past is often too painful to rehash, but it's my history too, and if I'm going to die of something that only strikes down Ashkenazim, I'd like to know if I have a fighting chance.

Anyway, I'm writing because I'm hoping you can appear to me in a dream or something and give me some reliable identifying details. I'm not LDS, so I don't believe your eternal salvation hangs upon my being able to identify you, but it's hard for me to see a puzzle and be unable to solve it.

Love,
l33 (your great-great-granddaughter, through your son Joseph)

PS: I know there was great anti-Semitism and pogroms and grinding poverty and repressive authorities and that, but the real reason you left Hungary(?) was because you had a fight with your father amirite?


Unrelated: Speeshul thx to [livejournal.com profile] augustuscaesar and [livejournal.com profile] samanosukesgirl for the card and the paid time, respectively. I ★ you both! (It's like ♥ but sparklier, also I like stars better than hearts.)
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So I went to Bloomington yesterday. Actually, for a change, the point of yesterday wasn't to go to Bloomington, but since Bloomington was on the way back from the classified location I visited for an undisclosed purpose, I visited anyway. Seriously, you don't think I'm going to not go home every chance I get.

([livejournal.com profile] augustuscaesar is not to spew my sekrits to the Int0rbuttz at large, or I will say stupid things that make her laugh until she dies hoard all the carob ever and leverage it to drive the price to ridiculous levels.)

Fortunately for me and my wallet, the used-scholarly-literature bookstore was closed, but Tracks, in its never-ending bid to separate me from my money, was not, so I paid them a visit. More specifically, I paid their punk section a visit, where I proceeded to obtain Give 'Em Enough Rope (to replace the CD that I broke last year when I was in Bloomington and dropped my player) and Sandinista! (to replace the CDs that disappeared into the bowels of somewhere and which I haven't seen in at least 2-3 years. In this manner, I have now ensured that the original Sandinista! will turn up somewhere).

Also, I fell off the wagon, as I've done a few times this year, and visited the Village Deli, which is nomular. I visited the Village Deli specifically for the purpose of obtaining their Wednesday special, a barbeque beef sandwich which I remembered fondly. It turned out to be okay, but not quite as good as I remembered, and I promptly regretted it, which is really the story of all my fallings off the wagon. It makes me wonder if it would even be worth it for good, fresh steak tartare.

I look smaller and older and more tired without a fuckton of makeup and my hair in some kind of order. (Actually, I should probably get Connie to thin out the bangs a bit as otherwise they can look a bit helmet-ish.) It's really kind of weird; I never noticed it before.

I think I have conjunctivitis again, somehow. This blows. It also means I need to chunk and replace an assload of eye makeup, which also blows.

The heat index in Evansville and environs was 98 yesterday. It is projected to be 100 today. As the lolmom will not turn on the A/C, she suggested that I spend the bulk of the day elsewhere if possible. Needless to say, a lot of cold food is being consumed at our house. Also, the cat is DYING of HEATSTROKE and keeps dragging her carcass to various locations, there to flop (in an OMG DYING manner) as if dead in the hopes that I will turn the sun off.
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Just a post to the effect that I'm still alive. I don't know that I have a whole lot to say right now, which, true to form, will not prevent me from spewing forth God-knows-what. Thus, I give you this crap.

1.) I think Lol-Mart is getting to me. I hope the darkest hour is going to be just before dawn, in the mildest sense of the word "hope", since it's a feeling with which I'm pretty much unacquainted.
2.) I was eligible for my first profit-sharing check this pay period, so received a paycheck of unusual size. In honor of this momentous event, I intend to make the car payment! Hurrah!
3.) Ainsley asked me to come to Holiday World (local amusement park over in Spencer County) with her and her boyfriend and some other folks. Unfortunately, I have to work that day, so it's not on. Camille and her fiancé are going instead, so at least the Pains will have somebody gr00vy to hang around with.
4.) In only tangentially related news, I drove Camille to her mechanic's the other day so she could pick up her car. In so doing, I discovered vast swathes of Chandler previously unknown to me.
5.) Books, I has them. ZOMG PERISH THE THOUGHT.
6.) Apparently I have a birthday in a couple of weeks. I am putting everyone on notice that I have no intentions of turning 29 and will, instead, be turning 24. Because it's my reality and I can warp it if I want. Solipsistic of me, yes, but we all have our little ways.
7.) Some other stuff is going on, and I don't want to say anything in case it gets jinxed, something I'm damn good at doing. [livejournal.com profile] augustuscaesar, who can read my thoughts, is requested not to tell the Int0rwebz my shameful sekrits.
8.) I am concerned about my cucumber plant, which was battered by the storm. I WANT SOME DELICIOUS CUCUMBERS, THX.
9.) Also, I'm probably going to be dilatory and uninvolved--more so than usual, I mean--until #7 is resolved one way or the other. I am sure everyone will manage.
10.) There is no #10.
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Happy birthday, [livejournal.com profile] augustuscaesar!
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1.) Happy belated birthday to [livejournal.com profile] angeljuggalette. Sorry, Char -- I knew something important happened on Sunday, but I was off work and faintly groggy, so I couldn't put my finger on what. Duhuhh. >_<

2.) Feeling somewhat better since the last post; it would help if I knew what was going to happen so I knew which direction to take, but I don't expect anything for another couple of weeks. ([livejournal.com profile] augustuscaesar, who can read my thoughts directly, is requested to not spill them to the Int0rwebz at large.)

3.) I promise to break the cycle of being bad at memes and hop on the one that both Tara and [livejournal.com profile] dethorats inflicted on me, but it will take a while if you want to read anything that makes sense.

4.) Because it has been brought to my attention that my journal occasionally makes people hungry, I thought I would torment the people in question further--we had the lazy man's gourmet on Sun. night. Basically: break out a slab of frozen salmon, sprinkle it with kosher salt and dill, and stick it in the oven for about 20-25 minutes. Nuke microwavable baked potatoes for about 14 minutes. Nuke frozen green beans almandine for 5. Given the half-assed nature of preparation, the results are delicious and v. respectable. Nomnomnom. :9

5.) Books, I has them. I am incapable of exercising restraint when I see printed matter. This is how I a.) overdid it at the University library last week and b.) dropped $61 at the Book Rack. It's a good thing I didn't visit the used-scholarly-texts bookstore.

6.) The pavement, I must go pound it.
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Hey, [livejournal.com profile] forgottensanity, I got the stuff you sent! The Daim bars came a few days ago; unfortunately, they had consumed most of the babies in transit (apparently they resemble turnips in that), and then the adult went for X-chan, so I had to take it out by a chomp to the neck. Its flesh is deliciously toffeelike. :9

Also, the basket was greatly appreciated and has been enthusiastically enjoyed; we all loved it. :D I did share it, simply because I couldn't eat all that myself.

♥ for [livejournal.com profile] augustuscaesar and [livejournal.com profile] queen_lily_rose. Just because.

X-chan was home, and we got to spend some time together, but now she's gone. This has been yay, except for the part where she had to leave. I've been trying to convince her to move to Kentucky, but Kentucky doesn't do the greatest job of selling itself, so.

I had the bright idea to use my day off on Tuesday to go up to Bloomington and return library books. This would have gone off without a hitch if it were not for the goddamned weather (freezing rain); it was supposed to get better here, and Bloomington isn't that far north, but still. What usually takes about two and a half to three hours took all day, due in part to having to stop several times because some yahoo thought four-wheel drive magically granted him immunity to the laws of physics and went skidding off the road. (I am scared shitless of skidding and was frightened when it happened to me near Huntingburg. Fortunately, I didn't lose control of the car and didn't hit anything or go careening into an embankment; I was able to right myself and proceed shakily through the intersection.) The first time, I felt sorry for the driver; after the third or fourth time, I stopped feeling any pity or human fellow-feeling at all. (On US-231, headed northbound through Martin and Daviess Counties? Uh, yeah. They don't believe in guardrails there, apparently. Not that guardrails are your best defense against skidding.) So by the time I got to Bloomington, the library was closed (and has just reopened yesterday, in honor of [livejournal.com profile] duokinneas' birthday), and the roads were still bad (IN-46 westbound was completely blocked off at the Owen/Monroe county line due to the number of accidents, and there were several nasty messes on IN-37 headed northbound), so I wound up having to get a hotel room for the night and shush a panicky lolmom. The Travelodge actually isn't too bad. The weather heated up overnight, it was good to be home, and by the time I left this morning the ice had melted and there was just plain old regular rain, which I can deal with.

I'm getting a little tired of this not-living-in-Bloomington nonsense.

Also, I got to wait on Mr and Mrs Speshul Snowflake on Christmas Eve. The 'Mart closes at 6 p.m. on Christmas Eve and remains closed until 6 a.m. on 26 December. :D Anyway, we were herding people out (after multiple announcements that YOUR CESSPIT LOL-MART STORE IS CLOSING and subsequently that YOUR LOL-MART STORE IS NOW CLOSED) around 6, and the Speshul Snowflakes decided to come in to pick up their meat trays from the deli RIGHT THEN and suffered severe butthurt injuries when informed that a.) we were closed and b.) the deli had given their meat trays to someone else.

Christmas was okay. The X came back from Indy (turned out my father and Pweshus Wifey weren't there for Christmas DAMN I could have gone if I hadn't had to work) and we had breakfast and opened presents and watched A Christmas Story and all was yay.

So. I'm back. I guess I might try to write more regularly in this thing. I'm going to try to pick myself back up in 2009; I've been so angry and bitter for so long that I've let myself get stuck in it, and that's not good.
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I'm reasonably sure this is common knowledge, but if not: I'm childfree. I've never wanted children in my life, I didn't like them when I was one, I don't like them now, and working in an environment where a lot of them misbehave all at once really hasn't changed my mind. (Also, my DNA fucking sucks and we'd all be happier if another heapin' helping weren't unleashed on the world, and I REALLY DON'T LIKE KIDS and I HAVE REALLY VICTORIAN NOTIONS OF APROPRIATE CHILD-REARING PRACTICES to the point where I'd be one of those abusive parents I hate, so it's just better that I never go there in the first place.)

I should also mention that X-chan and I were not tantrum throwers as children; we were both pretty quick studies, and for both of us, the first time we chucked a fit was also the last.

Last night, I got to see a shining example of the tantrum raised to an art form. It was like the Mona Lisa of Screaming Your Goddamn Head Off For That All-Important Toy, Because You Are The Center Of The Universe. I can't do it justice with my humble little words, but I'll try, though I may need to use gimmicks like getting creative with font sizes. Also, there are many capslocks.

Also, an obligatory disclaimer: Behind the Counter is a lot funnier than I am.

I'm running...dun dun DAH DUN!...Register 7. You know, where they keep the cigarettes. So I can stare longingly at them at strategic points during my shift and fantasize, caressing them with my burning, myopic eyes, and think, "Man, my life would be so much better if I could go out to the lot and light one up after my shift. Like the good old days." This sort of thing makes [livejournal.com profile] duokinneas worry, because only Talyn can prevent lung fires (or thinks she can).

It's about 7:30 or 8:00 at night--typically when the kids are winding down, and small kids get kind of tetchy if they're out past their bedtime. I get this. I also realize that little kids are pretty much total pants at impulse control and sometimes need several reminders to SIT DOWN AND SHUT UP. I get this, too. It's annoying when I'm trying to check their parents out, but on the whole, most people make at least token efforts to discipline their children, and I can't get too pissed with toddlers for acting like toddlers.

Abandon all hope, ye who enter here. )

Life news: The Undead Zombie Tree dropped limbs in the yard a couple of weeks ago, which mysteriously missed a.) the house, b.) the street, and c.) the power lines. We were without power for about 45 minutes, but didn't have the phone back up until about a week and a half ago. I had allergies. Whee.

Haven't really felt like being around much or doing anything; have been depressed, not getting better, finally bit the bullet and made initial appointment a week from Tuesday. There will be no therapy filter, and I likely won't be discussing it in any detail; I already use some of you as my unpaid therapists. ([livejournal.com profile] augustuscaesar, you can stop being on retainer now!)

Further bulletins as events warrant.
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I stole this meme from [livejournal.com profile] pixelation. Eventually, I plan to steal her iPhone and possibly her IMMORTAL SOUL (assuming she has one) as well, but I'm starting with memes to lull her into a false sense of security.

So, the exciting rules:
1.) Copy this list into your blog or journal, including these instructions.
2.) Bold all the items you've eaten.
3.) Cross out any items that you would never consider eating.

As you may recall, I live in southern Indiana and am, to all intents and purposes, from here. This explains some of my reactions to some of this stuff.

Mock Lee's provincialism! )

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