Send it back quickly. There's no point arguing about it since that'll just bother both parties, they can't help your stressful life, and keeping the thing doesn't do you any good.

That'd mean going on my character and getting swamped with messages, tells, being scolded, and the whole other lot of things that make up an average day for Myrkr.

Also, I need to go to the hospital tomorrow to check on my new two nieces, and to help bring them to their mother's house. And we're leaving here at 6 AM EST to go to the hospital and be there by 7:30 AM EST. That means, since I'd need an hour to get ready, if I did that stuff now, I'd only have 5 hours of very cruddy sleep.

Actually, forget that I'm on here. I need to go to bed so I can be awake for them tomorrow to take care of them.

Goodnight, all.

yeh, just hop on, tellsoff, run to post office, mail back, log off and then block the person from aim since their insensitive pricks

The Doctor Who finale...

WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYY, donna is more awesome than rose. Couldn't they have somehow written out martha forever and let donna stay :'(

Watching Brokeback Mountain before bed, but now I can't sleep cause I can't stop crying.

Same thing happened last week with The Notebook.

I am such a girl

mmm brokeback mountain before bed is never good

a really bad and gross medical condition

EDIT: Yep - mod

Horrifying and yet I can't help but lol because of you saying you'll probably go against the doctor's orders.

The myriad of possible responses...

Too easy, my friend. Too easy.

Things are going completely perfect lately.

You know what that mean?

Hell is just around the corner

Martha's the best one. The other two have hideous deformities. Giant chin for one, jostling teeth-frenzied unshut-up-able mouth for the other.

But we all know Captain Jack's the real best companion.

My dad's mother...

She has been down here 2 weeks now to visit me and my brother because she 'missed us so much', and I didn't know until moment I got into the door to my dad's house last weekend, which an already hellish experience every other weekend with him due to the joys of the fighting him and his girlfriend always have when he's off getting drunk and being dumb. I can't help but feel like I'm reliving the life I dealt with for 15 years of him at home.

Anyway, back to the grandmother!

Moment I get into my fathers house, I feel the glares on me and see the roll of the eyes and hear the 'dyke' and 'whore' comments muttered under her breath that I usually hear. Not a surprise. But as soon as she thinks that I'm look at her she's all bright smiles and crooning false love and compliments, like the two-faced woman she is. I immedately knew the next week was going to be one of epic proportions and joy.

She's a Catholic, and I don't particularly believe in anything. She loathes that about me, and she spends almost every waking moment telling me I'll be back to Christ because he's all I've ever had and all I ever will have, because I was baptized when I was born and that apparently brands me one for life, even if my beliefs should change.

She also doesn't know when to just let things die, making constant jabs at my personal life because I so chose not to be in a relationship with a guy anymore. Ten months later, she's still going at me over it. This guy goes around telling lies and weaving them with every one of my most intimate secrets I had once shared with him and then knocked up the girl that was once my best friend. Grandmother's reasoning? I deserved it, I've done something wrong. He's a good little catholic boy and wouldn't lie.

Last wednesday, she asked me to go out to the mall with her, and I did. She brings me to a store to try on dresses (Formal and prom style). I loathe wearing dresses more than I think I loathe mostly everything else, but she asks me to do so, and as much as I don't like her, I respect her wishes. She starts telling me I look 'so much better than my usually unpleasing self' once I get the dresses on. Few dresses later, she then starts telling me I am far too skinny (A dress size 0 is a little too big for me, to get a rough idea.) and that I need to gain some weight because i look like a crack whore.

I took it as a compliment, got a chuckle, and moved on. After about the trying on of dresses, I decide that maybe they aren't so bad afterall and I take a look at the prices to see how much it was in order to figure out if it was within my buying range or not.

Only a hundred dollars! Cool, it was a nice dress, black, could use it for just about any occasion I would need one. I ask my grandmother to loan me the money because I didn't have it on me at the moment, but I would pay her once we had gotten back to the house (because I had no intention of buying until I found that one).

I get a pat on the shoulder, a shake of the head, a bright happy smile, and I'm told 'You won't ever need a dress anyway, not like you ever leave your house nor would a nice boy take a hellion like you anywhere.' with that I was baffled and I simply said 'Excuse me?' and she rolls her eyes like I'm a moron, shoves all of the dresses that I tried back on the rack and leaves in a huff. So yeah. Words stung. I cried. Lulz.

Similar situations occured throughout the week. I decided I had enough and came back home a few days ago. I just...argh. Can't stand her. I can't say I'd be too upset if she fell down a flight of stairs. Or two.

Oh well.

Rave: She goes home at 4 AM. Tootles, I won't see you for another 4 years. <3


Another rant, Went to get that dress later when I actually had my money and it had already been sold, too, which was another kick to the face. >:( I swear when I find the beeatch that bought my dress it's gonna be an oldfashioned oldschool redneck beatdown. I'll break her.

The fun of running around a chicken coop clucking bent in half to chase five chickens and a rooster into their house for the night. Then, my mom letting in the pomerarian and it climbed underneath where the chickens were, and we couldn't get it out. Kinda funny, but tiring.

Martha is only redeemed by the fact that she laughed at the master in the series 3 finale.

And yeah, Captain Jack is the best by default. And obviously should be with the doctor as he'd have a chance to outlive our poor little time lord

Spending HOURS on something that I thought actually came out quite well, and not even getting honourable mention when 15 out of about 18 entries DID. ;konvjlnvk'l;asmc'pernv;clnskmc';zlkn cv;lskD?nmc;odjsnlvcm'sk:nc; ... that's all I can say about that. I'm livid and annoyed and not ever going to bother wasting my time doing it again.

Likewise a friend spent days on a project and she got the lowest possible notoriety for it possible which makes me angry as well. She deserved better.

My mom was just here for almost a week, and the house was trashed once she left. SO I spent ALL day yesterday cleaning, as well as doing laundry and then pampering myself to get pretty for a little date and I got stood up. I'm not in a good mood today.

My sister just left her husband and moved in with me, and she refuses to put her 15 boxes into the storage room even after I made a point to make room for her and instead has it spread out all over the family room and refuses to do anything with them. I had to move it around and clean it up while she was in the shower yesterday. grrr

My sister's best friend who comes over all the time, has this winking problem and he keeps winking at me and that is annoying the out of me. I have no idea why..probably cause he also makes some comments and acts very flirty towards me, and I know he's chasing my bitchy sisters tail, and we are complete opposites. So that is annoying me.

And then to top it off, last weekend I had my nonboyfriend over, and my sister knows he has a foot thing, and she intentionally put her feet up on the table while we were all playing cards, and asked him what he thought. And then the next day when I gave her crap for it, she acted innocent saying she wasen't trying anything....sure the seemed like something to me

Rant: Getting circumcised. Even if it needed to be done.

First off, I bleed like a pig two days after going home.
Today I go into hospital, got a needle stuck in and watched blood coming out again, which wasn't the most pleasant feeling, and now I am gonna be under strong drugs for a week additionally to sleeping pills. WTF.

That sounds like no fun

ouch you poor thing. Do they know what is causing the problem or are they just narrowing it down with random procedures?

I strongly suggest a liberal dose of saltpetre for all males involved.

Eldritch Ex Machina does not endorse poisoning people. If you think you've consumed saltpetre, seek medical attention immediately. Saltpetre poisoning has been linked to the following symptoms: male impotence, migraines (rare), and colon cancer (only after long-term regular consumption).