End to an old argument

Some of you probably remember when I called someone out in the kin community a while ago and called them a faker. While the person and I still have our differences, we have come to an understanding, and ceased hostilities. At her request, I am posting our reconciliation conversation here in the open, so that it may be as much a matter of public record as the initial feud.

Holes in the Sole

There are few things quite as demoralizing as discovering a large, sucking hole in the sole of your only pair of shoes on a day where it is pouring rain, and you have to walk a mile to work. To make matters even stupider, I walk by a shoe store every day on my way to work. It is however, a ritzy store that only has shoes that cost my entire paycheck. Walking to work…

Family

My family has apparently decided that its appropriate to call me up and involve me when they are having their fights now. My dad decided the other night to call me up, ask if he could come over, in the most clipped tone ever, and then just hang up when I asked him what was going on. THIS is what I MOVED OUT to AVOID. Argh.

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 56 inches?! 56! Really? I guess I’ve been deluding myself about our bra size. No wonder store bought bras don’t fit. No wonder I can’t find a men’s vest that fits. Ugh! Do you know what that means we should be wearing? It means we should be wearing a 46J!! Fuuuuuuuuuuu Some days I just want to tear them off. -D

Cruel but true

Most of you haven’t seen my nasty side when it comes to the kin and bonding community. That’s because each of you have at least a modicum of my belief and trust that you are genuine. Its time to see my nasty side. Because I can not stand pretenders. All the do with their fucking games is make us seem as sad and alone as they are. THEY are what the rest of the world…

Need more hours, need more days

Because there aren’t enough hours in the day, or days in the week to get what we want/need to get done. Here’s what we (barely) manage to get done every week, aside from miscellany: Work job (biggest time sink aside from sleep). Spend night at boyfriend’s house. Hang out with best friend. Hang out with other best friend. Play Wajas. Play weekly D&D game. Update Livejournal. Draw personal Art. Participate in ongoing ARG. Get in some…

So, it’s bad enough that I have the urge to play WOW again, but now I can’t get my account to reup! I had let my account lapse since February. Today I went to start it up again, and I selected paypal as my option. Everything went through, or so I thought. It said my account was “pending” for a while, and then it abruptly switched to frozen. Now its like I never did anything.…

Remeber the last time someome bitched at me about my avatar?

Shiloh: Hey, I don’t want to sound rude but I think your avatar is a bit offensive and inappropriate for the younger kids on this site. As a mod, you’re looking out for the site’s best interests, and allowing kids to see that doesn’t seem right. Just my opinion though, you can ignore it if you want, you;re the mod. I’m just saying what I think, no harsh feelings. I just have younger siblings on…

Oh fuck

Well, it looks like I’m an idiot. According to an email I just got, I may have accidentally sent an email meant for one person to my entire contact list. Hell. *slams head against desk* If you got that email, I’m really sorry. You can ignore it.

OMFG CRAZY RANT AHEAD YOUVE BEEN WARNED LULZ So there’s this castle wherein people use green pitchforks. One stormy evening, they are suddenly attacked by a mob of outraged people with green pitchforks. There are stupid people everywhere, and you know what.? They don’t even need an excuse. Its so easy to make one up. And you know what else? Its damn cold, and two days ago I was practically burning up. And you know…

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I want to get one thing straight

I am evil. I am totally, irreversabley, irredemebley evil. Completely and uttery. I have no regard for human life that isn’t my own. I have no regard for property laws. I tend to look on the people I do seem to “care” something for as a sort of property. In general I hate everyone. I think everyone should confirm to my standards of living, dress, etcetera. I think disobeying me should be punishable by whatever…

It was a careful, presice dismemberment. She started at the left shoulder. She used a scalple, never mind it wouldn’t cut the bone, the bone wasn’t what interested her. Her tiny blade bit deep and he screamed. It was not a manly scream. She watched the blood fall to the pristine white floor. For a moment she started at it like a Rorsach inkblot. She smiled, and continued her work. She cut all around the…

its time for another good

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Of course it’s pouring when i want to go out

Of course its pouring and miserable outside when its my day off and I want to go somewhere. Its only nice when I have work all fucking day. I wanted to go to the mall and hang out today. I’m tired of just wasting every single day of my life in front of this god damned computer. I like the net, sure, but occasionally I want to go out and do something. Not even necissarily…

This is not one of those times when I’m fun to be around kiddies. No this is one of those times when I can see how gloriously, triumphantly fucked up I am. But not one of those times where I’m happy about it, not even one of those times when I just don’t care. I’m righteously angry about it. What did I ever do to get so twisted up inside? But I know I can’t…