Effing limey bastards always messing around with my stuff! FUCK!
You know... am I the only one who wants things in this household to be happy and light?
I had collected a pink candle and spent almost two and a half hours of meditating and thinking and concentrating on HAPPY FUCKING THOUGHTS and then I lit the candle and let it stand. I wanted the house, and the people in the house, to be happy for once, because I had just gotten done with a half an hour long arguement with my sister. I wanted happy, calm feelings. I wanted to feel comfortable in my house for once.
So the candle was about almost burnt down, when Geoff decided to poke his head in my room while I was on the computer and make a shitfit about the undattended candle. I tried to tell him that I had been working on something and that it would be ruined if the candle went out, or got moved, but he wouldn't listen. So I blew it out, and now there is a sense of anger and discontent in the house. It's probably coming from me. Whatever. Fucker. Mess up my stuff, piss me off. One of these days I'll get up the courage to make a voodoo doll out of him and give him what he really deserves. One of these days, Alice...
So yeah... Lyse's here, I guess Mom went shopping with her today and they're gonna watch the end of the firest season, since Lyse missed it.
Me: I wanted you to meet my boyfriend. I wanted him to be submitted to the Lyse Test.
Lyse: Your boyfriend. The twenty year old that's going to be turning into a twenty-one year old in a month. Do I have to kneecap someone?
Me: He won't buy me alchohol, no matter what. I already asked.
Lyse: I'm starting to like this boy.
.... so bored. So angry. Kinda lonely too.
AND YOU KNOW WHAT ELSE PISSES ME OFF?
My cat, Hasani. (Geoff says he's his cat since he picked him out from the shelter and everything, but Hasani likes me better, I can tell.) is loud. He talks, a lot. Even when there seemingly isn't anything to be talking about, for a cat, anyway. Bottom line is, he's loud and makes lots of noise, especially when someone isn't petting him.
Apparently, this bugs Mom and Geoff. And they tell him to be quiet, or to simply shut up. And it's not nice telling, it's mean, loud voice demanding. The kind of tone that would make a three year old cry to be spoken to in that kind of a tone, because it's scary to them. Hasani has the mentality of a three year old human. He wants to be fed, petted, and sleep all the time. But he's a CAT. He DOES NOT understand human speech. He WILL NOT understand if you tell him to be quiet. In fact, he will meow more because he meows when he hears human voices.
It really pisses me off when they tell him to be quiet, because he's not human, he doesn't understand. He can't help meowing like he does all the time, it's just how he is. It's like having a toddler cry and cry and you just sitting there yelling at him to shut up and not actually DOING anything to make him stop crying. It really perturbs me. Seriously. Not to mention the fact that he's MY cat and he's coming with ME when I move out, so really, they shouldn't be disciplining MY cat. I won't even let Monica do that, for heavens sake.
Rawr. Annie. Ultimate Defender of Retarded Cats Everywhere.
And I miss Ryan. We're both going through withdrawals of seeing each other. I hate being separated.
Sis says that if we don't get married, the world will end. I love my baby sissa.