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Stubbern AND foolish girl

Sometimes my demonic pride gets the best of even me. One of my best friends in the world who is also my roommate (but not for much longer) got into a screaming match over something totally foolish and silly (and I can't even remember exactly what it was over now). But simply put, we are now going our separate ways and only talking through short and to the point text messages. We have both been rather stressed out lately and although that is always a poor excuse that doesn't stop angry words from being said either. The sad thing is that we are more than capable of making amends with each other and he even did try to do that after I locked myself crying in my room. But of course that would have relied on me being willing to listen which I am too damn stubborn and prideful to bother doing. So we are splitting apart into different directions and are both losing a very good and important friend in the process. Life hurts even more when it doesn't really have to hurt at all.

(Afterthoughts)
I should swallow my pride and reach back out to him but my pride tastes horrible and I can surely find something better to go into my mouth. At least I get to withdraw from the world for a while now.

Damn girl, someone is adorable and it's me

Ok, ok, so I hate to admit it but someones, once in a blue moon, I do submit to my cuter nature and in a brief moment of weakness bought myself this Hello Kitty hoodie. OMG!!!! I sooooooo freaking love it though, sigh.




(Afterthoughts)
I guess the heart of a sweet and adorable girl is beating quite loudly today from it's jar on the shelf in my laboratory closet. ;)

Fun Times at the River

It's the simple things in life in which we derive the bestest of pleasures. For example: poking things with a stick. And the next best thing to poking things with a stick is a video game about poking something with a stick, or to be more specific, a corpse floating down a river. What more possibly needs said to send y'all sprinting away to play it. Absolutely nothing, that's right, so click here, go have fun, and stay up late, you deserve it.

(Afterthoughts)
Why are you still reading this!?! Let the poking comense.

Back in the saddle as still angry as ever

Welcome one and all to yet another alluring post-type ramble from our illustrious half-demoness from the Midwestern hell belt.

For those who actually check the expiration dates on various items, thou may hast noticed that it has been a while since I doth last posted (figured I would jump on the obvious train even though a small child could have figured that out without the large blinking arrowed sign pointing straight at that fact).

Turns out that my internet service account got merged with someone else's account who shared a landline # that was the same as my internet #, and when they canceled their service my got partly canceled as well. Now of course it was done in a way that their systems showed my account was active regardless of there not being any brain draining internet piped into my home. Would have been nice for once had it worked out the opposite way where my account would have showed canceled in their system but I continued to receive interwebs beamed into thine house (even when it takes a broom to get them out of the corners at the ceiling). So it took 3 weeks of fighting with them and getting transfered back and forth between departments and being given every excuse a few times over before I got tired of it and told them to offically cancel it the rest of the way out because it was like pulling teeth to even try to get them to cancel service so that we could simply start a new account with them. Blahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. The last few posts I did on her were actually via cell phone which is rather a pain in my ass to write through.

Y'all missed out on my angry holiday rants but it does look as though the world has once again survived the incredible amount of damage done to it from you insane humans warping the very fabric of reality to dangerous breaking levels. We all are lucky that it has a bit more flex to it than the few of us who know what is happening to it give it credit for having (oohhh, cryptic). My Christmas involved multiple break-ins, destruction of some of my stuff, and a horribly failed blackmail attempt by a pathetic excuse (even by human standards) of a guy who used to live with us and stole about $1000 of my stuff & disappeared in the night.

I got to work on both the holiday's this past week and am hoping to make the trip to my Mom's house in a few weeks to see my family and exchange loot with them (however meager it will be from all of us being perpetually broke).

(Afterthoughts) ... (stolen from Mousehunt)
Festive Restraining Order:
At this festive time and season, I could finally find a reason, To send a card, and say with glee, Please stop hiding in my tree.

Let the "slay" bells ring

Today has not been a promising day for the tiny bit of humanity that I keep locked up and buried deep, deep inside of me just like how Scrooge kept his gold coins securely buried away (seasonally appropriate reference).

I am burning with such fury that I can melt a snowman into a puddle at 20 paces. They have not even invented terms for all the kinds of angry I am today!!! Luckily my mind is humming too damn fast to submit y'all to the blind redness dripping through my skull.

And it is all because of a shirt.

Yes, a God damn Fucking T-shirt.

Although to be more precise, it is due more to our world's degradation into tree hugging, ass kissing, calloused knees, cum drunk, politically correct, over sensitive, whiny little bitches who overachieve in only the single aspect of stripping down the world to it's most blandly lukewarm configuration that is as dangerous and terrifying as a sack of newborn kittens. Screw those motherfuckers and the horse they raped on their way into town. I HATE those worthless, childish games and dragging me to the table to join in and play my hands does not make me a happy girl in the slightest bit.

My favorite videogame shirt has a white mage from the original Final Fantasy on the front and proclaims a slogan on the back saying "guns don't kill people, magic missiles do." Amazing how that simple article of clothing which I have worn to work countless times suddenly became "inappropriate" enough overnight for my boss to be dragged into work on her day off for the incredibly complex task (that a roomfull of managers who were already there could apparently not do themselves) of informing me that because someone complained about a gun reference on my shirt (which promotes NOT using guns), that I have to submit humbly to censorship and turn my shirt inside out AND go home.

What the fucking hell is the deal with that shit. I don't know if I'm more impressed or more disturbed that someone managed to force their apron string entwined arm down far enough to remove the thumb from their mouth long enough to emit a high pitched shreek of a complaint against an imagined slight against their delusionally comfy pretend world.

<rant over with a sneer of disgust>

(Afterthoughts)
Why I cling to my last tattered shreads of humanity like a limpet to a wet rock is a very sad and wobbly thought which is extremely disturbing to contemplate.

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- Liz