Stuff and FUCK YOU, OC4.

I want to like you. I really, really do.

But when you FUCKING CRASH WHILE I'M SAVING it makes it a little hard to.

I inked that Phe/Kyle pic and save it. The program froze. I closed it out and reopened it and continues from where I save. I finished inking and saved again and my image just....disappeared like I had nothing open in the program.

Fuck you, OC4. Fuck. You.

Stuff and JESUS FUCKING CHRIST.

I could've had $50 for giving my mom $30.

This would've been fine and dandy if she wasn't using it for dope.

I know she rarely ever gets high and she was going to give me her ATM card (which has $300 on it at 6AM) and her food stamp card (which has $150). But, jesus fucking christ. All the money I have is the money we're using to go to Seattle. And I've had to ASK people for money to fucking help with that.

Jesus fucking christ.

I just hung up on her. I know she's going to be fucking pissed, but whatever.

Stuff and HRM.

So, I was pretty tipsy and Bananaphone came on iTunes. We had just bought bananas, so I decided to go sing to TJ.

She took a picture of my retardedness.

And I was TOTALLY going to post it.

Until I saw my teeth.

Gross. No.

D:

I fucking hate my teeth.

Instead, I give you this:


[ click for original | art by seel-dingo ]

Cause that's about how it went. :D

Stuff and EH.

Eh.

Stuff and WEIRD.

So, there's this white and orange cat that wandes around the building occassionally. He's owned by someone, but he's an outdoor cat. I'd taken to petting and loving on him when I see him outside, cause he doesn't seem to get alot of attention.

I hadn't seen him for about a week and was a little worried, as there was something dead smelling on the walk over to the corner store (there's a church parking lot and a field between the apartment building and the corner store).

This morning, I'm sitting at my desk and I hear this 'MEOW'. I'm like WTF? I ask if it was TJ. No. I ask if it was Bob (who TJ's on the phone with).

Then I hear 'MEOW' again and I look out my window. And there he is, sitting there and staring at me.

So I go outside but I spooked him and he bolted across the yards.

Ah well, at least I know he's okay.

Stuff and JEEZUS FUCK.

http://squnq.livejournal.com/142585.html

http://community.livejournal.com/poly_furries/60818.html

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Stuff and MOTHERLY UPDATE...

I checked my voicemail this morning because I had nine messages. Most were from my mom.

So, after I hung up on her last night she called, like, three times. Bitching and moaning. Then, she called this morning to *gasp* apologize for being such an asshole and that she's glad I didn't give her the money.

Damn fucking straight.

This song is strangely appropriate...