So to clear up some awesome not nice things going on.
A **long** time ago I offered to test knit a pattern. I was excited to try something new and I had friends with a baby, YAY sunshine kittens and rainbows.
I didn't get the pattern, I understood that as a test knitter it was my job to ask question & make sure everything was clear for the pattern designer. I got that much of my job title.
I hit a lot of snags. **not because of the pattern** some of the instructions were kind of unclear to me but mostly it was my skill level. **I wrote the designer and asked for clarification**
I stated repeatedly in the emails that it was **me** and not the pattern, that **my** skills were not that sharp and that I wasn't saying anything mean about her or the pattern. I clearly outlined the parts I had porblems with and the designer was helpful, fast in her replies and cleared some things up.
When I went to my friend's house to knit, it was the project I was working on. I asked her to help me to understand what the hell i was doing wrong. She explained a few things to me and i was kicking ass, I asked a few more questions & she offered to knit one up real quick to **show me** what to
do.
**I** thought this was a genius plan. **I** happily let her use my pattern to whip up a sweater while we watched a movie. **I didn't understand this was so massively huge and wrong**
She used scratchy leftover wool.
She let me pick out the awesomely ugly colors she used.
She said it was just a test knit so it was no big deal.
It was never supposed to be as big as this has become.
We all remember that my kitty Abednego was put down this summer, (a full month after she knit this sweater) there are posts to verify this fact.
My kitty got sick, we put him down, I twitter, facebooked and blogged the fuck out of that fact. We put my kitty down and I twittered from the vets, I was sad. My Ogre was sad, we were crying. [This friend started up some drama.][1] I posted in the "Things you can't say outloud" thread about it, I was mad, I was sad, I was hurt.
Then this friend posted her sweater and said horrible things about it. **I didn't know** I don't look at her posts, I don't look at her projects, **I had no idea**.
I got a message from the designer on Aug 16, asking me if I was going to finish the sweater, I said I was not, it was an ugh for me and i was happy to pay for the pattern because I suck at knitting. Then the designer brought the project in question to my attention and i apologized profusely, begged forgiveness and offered to pay again, for my pattern and her use of the pattern because it wasn't fair what was done to the designer by someone who hates me.
I was told it was not about the money but the principal, and i agree, I was sorry and didn't fully realize what I had done was wrong.
**In my head, at the time**, a friend knit up a mock sweater out of scrap yarn to try to help me understand a pattern. I did not think anything of it.
**I was wrong**, weeks later this is rearing it's ugly head and I appreciate everyone feeling the overwhelming urge to explain to me how much I suck and what a horrible wrong i have commited, but please, I get it, I know, I was wrong, I am serious, I know i was wrong, I have been reamed out for this already and I swear I will never let anyone touch any of my patterns, books, anything, ever.
I understand **I** am in the wrong.
I understand **what** I did wrong
So she threw a martyr fit last night, because my husband had to *nerve* to call me but "hasn't bothered" to call her. He also "hasn't bothered" to email her. Secretly I am glad Ogre is getting sick of her shit and is slowly severing ties (it's only been 10 years in the making) This was gleaned from an email she sent to G-ma
" The last two times I've made spaghetti I've disguised the onion (tiny chop & cooked a LONG time!) and she hasn't died yet so I guess I'll keep on adding it! :) "
I said the sauce tasted like metal, and she said she needed new pots and that the sauce had simmered for hours. I said my throat was scratchy and Ogre & I decided I may have forgotten my Allegra, but I load up on Benadryl when I know we're going over there, since the overnight stay in the emergency room because she thought I was faking my allergies. (She "forgot" I am allergic and added garlic and onion to dinner one night. I had a severe reaction & had to be hospitalized) Ogre thought she might learn to respect my needs after that. Clearly we were both wrong.
This email was sent **after** the ER trip, after my friends carried me into the hospital swollen and not breathing. **After** she was asked by a **doctor** why she would feed me something she *knew* I* was allergic to. She **still** claims the Dr and I were just being drama queens and no one is allergic to anything "the Lord made".
Her son is allergic to melon.
She admits he is allergic to melon.
By this logic, melons were made by Satan.
She has, in front of her husband, Ogre and our friends, handed me a bowl of real ice cream. I know what my ice cream tastes like (shit) and after one bite I said "Oops, I must have grabbed the wrong bowl, this is real" I LOLd and went to get a different bowl, she melted down. OMFG she lost it, screaming, and disproportionate reaction to my comment. I intentionally said **I** must have grabbed the wrong bowl because I was trying to avoid drama. After a bowl check everyone had real ice cream, so I knew my ice cream was never scooped and I didn't grab the wrong bowl, she handed me a bowl that was intentionally filled with lactose. She was screaming that she made my sundae herself, she knew she used my soy dream she was sick and tired of me constantly accusing her of trying to hurt me.
I was in the living room, and D was in the kitchen, he opened the freezer to grab my ice cream for me and my soy dream was still safety-sealed in the carton. He pulled it out and said “It’s unopened’ She howled (I swear to G-d she actually howled) and ran from the kitchen, locked herself in her room, shrieking about how it wasn't FAIR!!.
So I no longer eat anything she cooks. When we eat there, it’s usually grilling, and Ogre is protective of my food. She thinks he is being dramatic and ‘doesn’t understand’ why he needs to keep me safe.
After talking about her in LSG my friend Annyka sent me three books, Toxic In-laws , Emotional Incest, and Toxic Parents, the first has been a G-d send. I look forward to starting the second and getting Ogre to read the third.
IT HAS BEEN TEN FUCKING YEARS. Get over it, stop trying to fucking kill me and try very hard to respect your son's decision to marry me. He cannot legally marry you, I know it is hard to accept, but you cannt be his everything, he is an adult, and you're fucking scary. Please, DIAF.I am going to do my homework now. Maybe reading will help me purge this rage.
- Location:War room
- Mood:
stressed - Music:Ghost Rider, Rollins Band
I sent @Ogre_knows_best away this morning, I spent all weekend packing and getting him ready, and then at hellishly early this morning, I dragged myself out of bed and took him to the base theater, so he could take the bus to the airport. It's still hard for me. 10 years later, dozens of deployments and it still knocks the wind out of me to drop him off like that, to kiss him 'goodbye' and to watch him load his luggage onto the bus as I drive home.
We had made some decisions about "us" and protecting us from The Cum Guzzling Whore. her latest exploits include telling the whole family she wasn't "allowed" to see Ogre's 'foster' brother when he was in town to say goodbye to Ogre.
She "feels" she wasn't allowed to see him.
He was here 2 days, she spent one whole day here at my house with him, i would love to know how spending half of his visit was 'not being allowed to see him'
She "feels" I have more metal in my face than ever before.
When we explained that I am at a 10 year low, a mere 2 piercings compared to the 7 I wore for a long time, she didn't understand the difference. A college educated, gainfully employed woman doesn't understand the difference between 7 and 2.
She "feels" I am heavily medicated, so heavily medicated I can only barely function. Her son is a saint for staying with a verbally abusive vegtable.
I take an allergy pill, a steroid for my lungs, and a birth control pill to regulate my cycle. I have not taken any mood altering drugs in years.
I will not deal wih her at all through this deployment. She will not enter my home, I will not engage her on the phone. I may have to do thanksgiving with the family but it will be in California and crowded with family I love and children I adore. I will not confront her with my knowledge of her talking behind my back. I will simply gird my loins for the few times I must deal and avoid the hell out of her the rest of the time.
Ohhhhh yeah!
I am wacked out on Lunesta & watching Justin Fox nerd it up on Jon Stewart & frankly I am enjoying this the way teen boys enjoy Megan Fox.
Loads & loads of people fuct up the economy & we're in a recession, this sweet man is trying to break it down for me. But all I hear is "blah, blah, blah I'm a sexy nerd"
I am begining to feel better, my body stopped aching but my nose is still running, my cough is horrible & the swineflu is still kicking my ass.I hate this cold so badly. I am going to sleep now. I like the idea of updating my blog from my phone. Especially since I am already in bed & not doing anything anyway!
So my BIL came to town with his BFF and we decided to go out to Creech AFB to see my Ogre at work and to see the Predators and Reapers in their natural environment,. Plus we were going to ask if we could fly one just for a minute but then we decided that might not be a good idea but we were working out how we would ask and how we would work it if it actually worked.
We stopped for gas, and BFF bought beer, I bought a sweet tea and my BIL bought a Monster drink. We got on the 95 North at Durango and we were driving along in the left lane minding our own business for like 3 minutes when we noticed the other truck. The other truck was pulling a bambi trailer and it was pulling onto the right shoulder. We were watching it while BFF rambled on about how we were going to try to fly a UAV when BIL was all
"What the fuck are they doing??"
I looked up from the iPod in time to see the truck pulling the trailer suddenly decide to pull from the right shoulder, across the right lane into the left lane, directly in front of us. BIL broke and broke while pulling to the left, trying to avoid the truck that was now straight across two lanes of oncoming traffic. We pulled onto one of those little dirt roads in the median, where cops sit and wait for speeders.
But the other truck had gunned it, probably thinking that he could eek past us.
We t-boned him. 
If it wasn't for the trailer he was pulling, we would have flipped him. It was terrifying and quite painful. The other people were unhurt and one of the other cars that witnessed the accident stayed to give a report and were super nice. I was so happy to know there were nice people in this town still.
BIL's truck was barely hurt, and managed to be drivable but had to be towed because the bumper was rubbing on the tire. It's amazing what an F-250 can do. Holy hell was it scary.
- Mood:
nervous
It was a summer blockbuster by Michael Bay, not a film requiring deep intospection, or looking for an Oscar nod. It was a vehicle for boys between the ages of 12 and 90 to get funny feelings in their pants about Megan Fox, and to see things explode and robots battle. It was actually a good movie for wha it was- just a summer flick with intense special FX and mind blowing sound but the underlying message was frightening.
Someone needs to explain to Michael fucking bay what the fuck a PREDATOR looks like.
This is a fucking Predator 
This is a mutherfucking Reaper
Notice how **neither** of them have a G-d damn afterburner.
On to the non-nerdy point...
The underlying message is that President Obama is a coward and those suits in Washington DC are just overeducated dicks who don't understand what an honest days work feels like and the lengths our soldiers go to every day to keep this country safe.
Galloway is a Presidential Appointee who wants to sacrifice Sam and negotiate with Decepticons (read: terrorists). He works against the military and the Autobots. The Autobots had stopped six Decepticon (read: terrorist) attacks against the world before Galloway showed up and took over the operation, demanding that they cease and desist. The new administration feels that the problem with the terrorist attacks, err, I mean Decepticon attacks is the military, not the terrorists and if we could just stop the military then the war would stop.
Violent neo-conservatism is on the rise in this country and frankly that scares me more than the sudden and hard core left swing coming from the capital.
When Optimus Prime said "Let's Roll" just before he leapt into the air to destroy The Fallen I about walked out of the theater. Really? There's a dispatch of American, Jordanian and British soldiers In the middle of the Egyptian desert calling up images of heroes of 9/11?? That was a bit much for me.
What the fuck happened to the middle path??
- Mood:
annoyed
That was 10 years ago.
Ogre loved his kitty. More than he thought he would. Abednego was **his** baby.
We had to put Abednego down yesterday. We were with him in his final moments and we have been crying since. It was the second hardest good-bye I have ever said.
I tweeted, myspace’d and facebook’d my updates. I posted it on Ravelry. I appreciate everyone who sent their love and prayers.
I did not answer my phone all day. Ogre was hit hard by the loss and I was heartbroken too, but seeing Ogre so sad tore me to shreds. We spent the day in bed, crying. he took the day off of work. We wept.
So when someone called and left a voice mail message "I need to talk to you" I just shot them a note on blackberry messenger
"What do you need?"
"I need to talk to you"
"I do not feel like talking to anyone today, Sorry"
I was open, honest and to the point. I was making sure my needs were met. I was clear I didn’t want to talk to anyone it was not personal. I assumed she wanted to talk about the loss of Abednego and I wasn’t sure Ogre or I could have handled that. She replied with,
"I hope you are not blaming me for something someone else said. You want to be mad a craig fine that's between the two of you to work out. I don't need this drama in my pregnancy I have enough things to worry about right now. And I am telling you like I told david if you can't be there for me and are going to bring drama into my life right now then maybe i will call you after the baby is born because i am not risking my baby on anyones drama."
My poor, sweet "Gayest baby who ever gayed", being put down, in front of my eyes, my husband crying, harsh, soul wrenching sobs of pain- begging me to tell him we made the right choice is not fucking drama that will "risk" your fucking baby. I didn't call anyone, I didn't talk to anyone about it. I simply kept the world updated and did not burden anyone with my 'drama'. My need to focus on Ogre, and making sure he is ok- for once putting him at the top of the fucking list isn’t "drama", not being at your fucking emotional beck and call at the drop of a fucking hat is *your* issue not mine.
Now, let’s talk about what Craig said, what I would be upset about.
Last week, I watched a butt ton of movies from Netflix in one day.
Mongol
Ghost Town
Defiance
I logged into World of Warcraft after my 6 hour movie watching marathon and I was telling my friends on WoW to watch Ghost Town, it is funny, and witty and better than I expected. Craig said (in open Guild Chat) that he would add that to his queue as well. I said Defiance was effing awesome (can't cuss in open guild chat because there are kids in the guild) and Craig said that he hadn't heard of it. I told him it was the amazing story of Jewish brothers saving 1,200 people by hiding them in the forests of Belarus. They build this community and one of the brothers went to kill Nazis but he came back in time to save his brothers when they get fire bombed and it was awesome and had as happy an ending as a WWII movie could have and it made me think of Munich. He said “Oh yeah, I wanted to see that!!” and I said it was kick ass to see Jews fighting back and not just being victimized. I went off on the awesomeness of these movies for a minute then got quiet because I was hunting bristleback quillboars and it wasn't going well.
"Wait a minute Theo, aren't you Islamic?" Craig asked suddenly, in guild chat.
"Yes, I am..."
"hahahahahahahahaaa, you're so funny" Craig says.
I haven’t said anything funny, I do not express my faith in WoW, and I do not generally express it to anyone. It is an easy way to get into a lot of shit I don’t feel like dealing with and frankly, Christians like to try to convert folks but I am pretty sure that people are happy with their religion and I will be happy with mine. It is a private matter and I was pissed he “outed” me in open chat to begin with. I didn't say anything. I knew what he was implying; he has implied several times to my face that I am supposed to be anti-Semitic.
Then he made a few comments about how I was "supposed' to feel about the 1972 slaughter of the Israeli Olympians.
“Teaches those Jews a lesson, if they were slow they wouldn’t have stood out and they’d still be alive.” Etc etc etc.
All in open guild chat.
I logged out, I didn’t want to deal with his ignorance or the fact that he really thought he was being funny by implying I was all “Death to Israel” and shit. Screaming at him in open chat would have just fed into the drama so I logged out. I read my books and hung out with my husband.
That night, I logged in, and I sent him a note in game. I sent a letter, a private letter telling him I didn’t appreciate his implications. I told him Jews and Christians are Ahl al-Kitāb and that we respect and love them. That all three faiths have the same G-d and common roots. I told him I didn’t appreciate being “outed”, that my faith was my business and his implications that a Muslim could not enjoy movies about Jews or that it was “funny” that I did were about as far from appropriate as possible. I told him his ignorant behavior was neither cute nor funny. I said it all in respectful language and did not cuss. I just told him I was disappointed in him.
That was Saturday, that lead to him blowing up my phone Sunday night, saying (I swear to G-d) “I offer you my throat” etc etc. Very melodramatic, like, “OMFG seriously?? Do you think life is a romance novel??” melodramatic and I was ignoring it figuring I would deal with it when I had time to breathe. He has a dramatic way to him and I was just going to let this shit slide. Everyone has a friend with a significant other you quietly tolerate.
Then Monday morning, the bleeding was back, and Bender-gay had to go to the vet, and then he was put down.
Then I was busy being crushed and weeping and seeing my Ogre, my Rock, the String to my Kite broken and sobbing and I was not immediately available to the first woman in human history to ever be pregnant. So she threatened me with our friendship.
It’s been a pretty shitty fucking week.
- Location:my chaise
- Mood:
contemplative - Music:Firefly Ep. 1
I called Ogre into the room and he freaked out too, but we couldn’t see where the blood was coming from. We held Bender still while trying to look at his butt in the most non-invasive way possible. It was a weird moment. I didn’t know what to look for; suddenly blood began to stream out of his pee-area. When Ty picked him up, the blood began to drip from him a lot faster. We panicked and tried to get him off the bed, but without actually applying pressure to his abdomen, this resulted in us just getting him to run under the bed.
While Ogre went to get the cat carrier out of the garage and to make sure that Bender-butt was trapped in the bedroom, I called the vet to see if they were open, and when a tech answered I asked the girl on the other end
“Is there a vet on duty today?”
“Yes ma’am, we are open normal hours today”
“My cat is leaking blood from his urethra, we’re coming in. My name is Lorna St. Louis, we’ll be there in 10 minutes”
“Ok, we’ll be here”
The drive there was horrifying, every single idiot in the fucking world was on the roads, trying to stop me from getting Bender to the hospital. I hate them all. But I will destroy them later.
We get to the vet and the girl at the counter asks
“How may I help you?”
“My name is Lorna St. Louis, we just called, my cat Abednego is uncontrollably peeing blood, we need a vet, please”
Now, in this cunt’s defense, I am tall, heavily tattooed and wearing very dark sunglasses. I was also crying a little. Perhaps she thought I was some looser asshole.
“I’m sorry ma’am, you’re not in the system, are we your regular vet?”
“Yes, we were just here 3 weeks ago, my dog had her teeth cleaned and a pedicure, my cat Mogadishu was fixed here a few months ago and Elvis just got his shots. We have 5 animals, we’re here a lot”
“How do you spell your last name?”
I spelled it.
“Could you spell it for me again?”
I spelled it slower, but not bitch slow. I even said “Just like the city”
“You are **not** in the system ma’am, we can’t do anything for you if you’re not in the system”
Ogre steps in and asks,
“Is it under Hoffmann?”
“Could you spell it?”
He spells it, and says “Two Fs, two Ns”
“You are not in the system sir, I will not get you a room until we know who you are, have you ever had any other pets here?”
I am getting pissed at this point, and Ogre was trying to push me away.
“I just told you, both of our dogs and one of our other cats was here. Priscilla was here less than 90 days ago”
“What are your other pet’s names?”
She stifled a smile, it was a split fucking second but she was enjoying making me squirm and being a cunt.
“Elvis, Priscilla, and Mogadishu, two dogs and a cat, respectively”
“Could you spell their names for me?” she grinned at me, and I damn near punched her. I was chomping at the bit and Ogre told me to go sit down.
“No, she’s playing a game with us and I am not going to walk away so she can feel good about herself.” He continued to tell me to calm down while this bitch seriously looked at him and said
“Ok, look, I am going to read you this list of pets I have under Hoffmann” she then read about 15 names. I personally find it very hard to believe there are that many pet owners who live in North Las Vegas and go to Ann Road Animal Hospital. She was either being a cunt or didn’t bother to spell his name correctly.
“Are any of those names, Elvis, Priscilla or Mogadishu?” I asked, full blown snark now.
“Could you spell your name for me again?”
Then the phone rings and she answers, chattering away with whoever was on the other end for about 5 minutes, all sorts of happy and chipper. At this point I am scared; this petty bitch is playing games with my cat’s life and my emotions. Dramatic thing to think, I know, but Bob damn me, I was mad and dramatic. I leaned over the counter and said, quietly and calmly
“You know exactly how to spell my name, you know the names of most of my pets, and you will now find me a room and get me a vet.”
“Is one of your dogs named Elvis?”
“Yes, one of my dogs is named Elvis.”
She then got up, and walked away from the counter. I was fucking flabbergasted.
Then, from across the lobby, she yells
“Miss St. Louis, do you want a room or not?!?!”
Then we sat for 20 minutes in a room waiting for a vet to come see us, and when he came in he was an asshole and dismissive. I told Ogre that she said horrible things about us to him before he came in and Ogre told me I was being paranoid.
Then he took my Bender-baby into the back to take a urine sample and to do X-rays to see if it was kidney stones or crystals. When he came back he had a vial of blood- it was the urine sample. The vet was sweet all of a sudden and understanding, he told us he had never seen so much blood in a urine sample before. He needed to keep him overnight and would send out for blood work and tests to know what was going on. He will call us tomorrow.
I want to scream and yell at that bitch for getting her jollies off of hurt, scared families. I know he is *just* a cat, but he is **my** cat, and I love him, he's German (I adopted him in Germany) and I have had him for as long as I have had my Ogre. Sometimes I like Abednego more than I like my Ogre.
I am worried and I don't know what to do if I lose him. On top of all of this, my MIL called Ogre and threw a fit that we "wasted her time" cooking Sunday dinner when we "weren't going to bother" to come. Ogre called her at 1, when we were getting Abednego into the box and told her we weren’t coming out for dinner, told her that out 12 year old cat was bleeding and we were taking him to the vet. So when she called at 6, I assumed she was going to ask how things were with the kitty. Instead of hearing Ogre assuring her everything would be ok, he keeps apologizing over and over and then said
“I really am sorry mom, we called as soon as we found him like that, it’s not like we’re just blowing off dinner, Abednego is really sick”
So I lost it, and screamed
“I am so sorry my cat getting sick ruined your fucking dinner plans you self-centered cunt!”
Apparently, she heard me.
Ogre is still mad at me about that.
In my defense, I just spent an hour cleaning my cat's blood out of my mattress.
Her meatloaf is the least of my worries.
- Location:my chaise
- Mood:
aggravated - Music:Buffy the Vampire Slayer
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Deep Space Explorer
61% Intrigue, 78% Civilization, 48% Humanity, 53% Urbanization.
Hmm... You're a tough one to place. Your answers indicate that you like technology and education. You enjoy intrigue, adventure and chaos. You're fine with hard work and civilization. This all bodes well for an interesting, adventurous life.
What makes it difficult, however, is that you don't seem to be much of a 'people person.'
If you were more of a people person, we would have commissioned you aboard the Starship Enterprise. But since you don't care much for the complications of dealing with your fellow man... we have another deep-space mission, more tailored for your tastes... a way for you to enjoy the benefits of high-tech civilization without having to put up with civilization itself. Let's set you up to pursue the solo career of a deep space explorer. You can go ahead and hibernate through the boring parts of your mission, and not worry so much about being a few decades out of touch with your fellows by the time you get home. In fact, you pretty much don't have to deal with people at all, but you can still enjoy a high-flying adventure of a life. Far, far away from the madding crowd, you get to play with your scientific instruments, serve your glorious civilization, and do interesting things with strange discoveries in exotic places.
The career might work out all right. Look what it did for Charlton Heston.
- Mood:
curious
I love it.
Plus, I have been invited to the Honors Society, because my GPA is 3.5 or higher. I don't know what that means, I mean, I know that it means I have at least an A average but does it really look that awesome on a transcript? Does it mean I am a loser? What the fuck? I don't know what to do. I am going to go to the meeting but I am not sure how to prcess this invitation.
- Location:my chaise
- Mood: curious
- Music:House theme song
- Mood: curious
- Location:The War room
- Music:The Ramones, I just want to have something to do
There was a lot of dancing and drinking. I was celebrating the end of finals and the semester from hell being finished..finally.
I was hit on by several of the rednecks, who felt the urge to explain to me how their attraction to me made them uncomfortable because I am
A. so tall
B. tattooed
C. pierced
it was flattering and frustrating all at the same time- which boils down to funny when you really think about it.
Besides my trying to do the 'Cotton Eye Joe' line dance, and being recognized by a waitress at a bar the size of a small New England town that I haven't been to in damn near a year- there was a 4'11 lesbian, and it wasn't Dean, though the sight of this 'Not-Dean' lesbian made my heart ache for the past and paths not taken. The 'Little One' was nothing like Dean, but my body reacted to her size, my heart ached to hold her and I wanted so badly to kiss her, to feel her lips and know if they are as soft as Dean's. It was a disquieting stroll down memory lane. I didn't realize how deeply rooted those feelings were.
Then there was the glitter attack. A woman, with a 10$ can of spray glitter from Sephora got me while I was waiting in line to pee.
I was sparkly.
There was a one-handed man, a waitress that recalled my face from the millions she has seen, a cowgirl from canada that wanted to 'collect' me and of course, the 4'11 lesbian.
It was a typical night out for me
- Location:Dickie & Jessica's couch
- Music:Heroes back episodes
- Location:bed
- Mood:
cheerful - Music:Yes-ing to death
I said a week ago, that I needed to talk to them- I told them some things were going to have to change and they've avoided me ever since. I just waned them to not put my $1,500 knives in the dishwasher, nor my $200 pots and pans I told them over and over everything but the pans and the knives can go in the dishwasher....they ignored that. The teflon on my pans is shot now and I know 200USD isn't a lot of money but they were my most fave pots evar and I know it's just material and that I need to get over it all, but the disrespect thing is getting to me. It's a general disrespect of my things.
They left my Elvis inside, while they had company. They ignored him for so fucking long, he had an accident. He went in the house and was so heart broken I couldn't get him to come to me when I got home from watching Danni's kids. He just tucked his tail between his legs and cowered by the accident. I was furious. I was more than furious. Never at him, he was blameless, they were lazy and messy assholes.
They said he had been bugging them but they thought he just wanted attention.
HE HAS NO ABILITY TO FUCKING SPEAK.
HE HAS NO FUCKING THUMBS, HE CAN'T OPEN THE DOOR
HE 'BUGS' YOU WHEN HE HAS TO GO OUTSIDE TO SHIT.
So now, with Ogre not extended anymore, and due home next weekend, I told them, that Ty would need use of his car when he ot home, and that meant they needed to start taking steps towards self-sufficency. They responded with a bunch of dramatic bullshit about being out ASAP. I just tried to give them a heads up, that they might want to start directing some of their income to their car and be prepared for the Ogre's return. I will politely ask them over (and over) to not put my fucking expensive knives in the dishwasher, he will just scream at them and be a douche.
They have a car, (they need to register/insure it) they both have jobs and they don't pay me rent or buy food on a regular basis. So I am not positive where the money they make is going. But I am tired of carrying the weight of the three of us and I just wanted to lie down some ground rules, and every time I try to- they get dramatic and threaten to move out.
Well, I don't care anymore, I am not going to beg them to stay this time, or assure them the cockroaches are 'OK' and that the female doesn't have to get the dirty bowls of rotted food out from under her bed. I think i'll just let them move out and not feel guilty anymore.
Kz's female said the most amazingly smart thing the other day. She assured me, that in her experiencce, people who get thrown out are rarely guilt free. They've usually just used up their welcome or the other person got tired of the dead weight.
They said they would get me WotLK for my birthday (both dates clearly marked on the kitchen calendar)
and didn't
They apologized for not getting it for me and offered to get it in the collectors edition for The Ogre
and didn't
They aapologized for not getting it for Ogre and offered to pay for my tattoo
and didn't
They offered to get their mechanic friend to fix up the Honda I let them drive
and didn't
Just tell me it's ok, and that the frustration I feel is what a normal person would feel.
- Location:In bed
- Music:The Chelsea Hotel #2, Josh Ritter
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