So my mother called me yesterday to inform me that her copy of DDR finally arrived.

Should I be worried about the fact that my mother ordered DDR for her PS2?

Yeah, I bought some jacks.

And yeah, I can't get past foursies without trying really really hard.

But neither can your mom.

So I've brought Neverwinter Nights back out of its dusty hiding place.

I befriended a wild boar and named him Phillip.

Then the damned ogres killed him.

And I remembered why I got mad at the game a lot.

This story has been brought to you by me.

I miss him a lot more than I thought I would.

It's strange talking to someone then hearing a short period of time later that you never will again.

I hurt like crazy.

So why can't I cry?

So my familia pulled down the Christmas decoration boxes from the attic today. Brought back so many memories. When I was little, we would put on the Carpenter's Christmas tape and spend an entire day completely Christmas-ising the house. Today, not so much though. My mother decided since none of her children are in the house anymore, she doesn' ( Read more... )

I hate being at home. Granted, parts are wonderful, but the overall experience of coming to my parent's house isn't a joyful one. As soon as I arrive, I get drunken slurs from my father and sermon-esque lectures from my mother. I'm sick of being here. Why I thought coming here would make me feel better, I don't know. It's lowered me down to ( Read more... )

Wow. So now that I've completely screwed that up....

Is it bad that I'm somewhat nervous about seeing her again?

( this is incredibly sad - some application for a lj community. just look at how personal this thing gets...for a lj community. really. why would anyone bother? sad little emo kids... )

I'm so incredibly sick of being at home.

Columbus kids: if you see any apartments for rent, let me know.

I burnt my thumb while cooking salmon. The salmon was good, but dammit, now my thumb hurts like a little burnt bitch.