Only AMCers will care about this, so if you're not one of us you might want to give this entry a miss. Unless you're really bored and don't mind being confused. Whatever makes you happy. Anyway. A bunch of us are tired of fighting in chat over this particular issue, so we've all agreed to write down our rationalizations for the whole "I'm right ( Read more... )

Yeah. They're at it again, those inbred neighbor dogs. And this time it wasn't funny. I came so close to pulling a Cruella DeVil last night. You know, 101 Dalmatians? Disney? Lady wants a tailored outfit of puppy fur? I'm probably alone on this, aren't I? Oh, well, fuck you too. Like you've never watched a Disney movie. Who are you to ( Read more... )

I'm sitting here looking at a shelf with some of my mother's law books, and no matter how many times I look at Norman F. Dacey's How To Avoid Probate! manual, I still misread it as How To Avoid People! I've only been home for an hour, and I'm already mentally back to where I was before I left. God. I'm going to turn into one of those crazy cat ( Read more... )

Back.

I really should stop this whole random disappearance thing, but I'm sick to death of this damn town. So... bite me. Hard. (I told people I was leaving this time. That's sort of an improvement, right?) Anyway.

Going Somewhere. Be Back Sometime.

My house is seventeen years old. It's not an anniversary. I mean, I'm not like "Go house, it's your birthday!" or whatever. I'm just saying. My house is seventeen years old. And it sucks. Not due to the fact that every kitchen appliance has entered into a suicide pact, or that the pipes leak and the well-point clogs, or even that the island ( Read more... )

I hate shopping. I hate shopping with the white-hot intensity of one thousand exploding stars. So. Guess what I did today? Aye, genius you is, you is. I spent the whole damn day shopping. In a mall. With my sister. And worse: we were shopping for baby stuff. Huh. I guess it's kind of hard to hear seething vitriol through the written word ( Read more... )

...do not come cheap. I'm just saying.

What?

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(I'm editing this to say: What the frilly heck is up with that damn mood icon? Listless is like, lacking energy or uninterested/indifferent. How does that translate to flashing stoned guy on an island? Urgh. Must... resist... urge... to... snark... Darn you, LiveJournal, darn ( Read more... )

I have no time. But people seem to think I'm dead or in jail (thanks Jo!) so here I am ( Read more... )

Okay... help. I need to find a big scary butch lesbian to play the role of my girlfriend. And I need to find her by tomorrow evening. Anybody know one? Or have one I can borrow? I'm serious. I'll pay you.

Fuck. Really, just... fuck. Why am I nervous? I shouldn't be freaking out. I really need to stop freaking out. Fuck. It's not my ( Read more... )