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apocalypsosYou can tell the Christmas shopping is in full force in my family when I've already had to play mind games with my mom and brother to find out what they want on behalf of other people. *sigh* (No one has to play mind games with my dad to find out what he wants. It's something cool and electronic with buttons on it and he's happy. And before anybody says anything, get your minds out of the gutters, you pervs. Especially in relationship to my dad. I beg you.)
Meanwhile, I can see my hometown putting up the Christmas decorations on Main Street from here. Oh, yay, says the broke girl. Thanks for the reminder, hometown.
As for the car, I think I'm going to hold out after talking to my mother. Supposedly my parents have their car-dealer friend on the lookout for something, which I'm hoping turns out better than the other times they've had a hand in getting me a car. Not that I'm not VERY appreciative of them helping me stay a car owner pretty much every year since I turned sixteen, but it's not impossible to hook a girl up with a used car that doesn't entirely look like a used car, you know what I mean?
My internal organs have a complaint. About what, I'm not sure, but they're being both loud and painful about it. URGH.
Apparently the cat is returning to my humble abode as of tonight since my mom feels sorry for him being cooped up in one bedroom for three weeks now like some sort of prisoner and it smells ridiculous in there. His dead-bloated-corpse breath, however, stayed at the vet's from what I hear, so that's a good thing. I don't mind him living here at all but I'd appreciate it at night if he didn't try to lie next to me in bed and breathe the noxious fumes of his gray slimy teeth in my face. Thank God those damn things are long gone, although vet's orders mean I'm going to have to give him steroids once a day. Fuck my cat being able to beat up your cat. My cat's going to be able to beat up your mom and dad. AT THE SAME TIME, BITCHES.
EDIT: It's going to take me another four days to download BSG? Aw, come on, baby, don't be like that. (Well, hell, I'm supposed to be writing anyway.)
Meanwhile, I can see my hometown putting up the Christmas decorations on Main Street from here. Oh, yay, says the broke girl. Thanks for the reminder, hometown.
As for the car, I think I'm going to hold out after talking to my mother. Supposedly my parents have their car-dealer friend on the lookout for something, which I'm hoping turns out better than the other times they've had a hand in getting me a car. Not that I'm not VERY appreciative of them helping me stay a car owner pretty much every year since I turned sixteen, but it's not impossible to hook a girl up with a used car that doesn't entirely look like a used car, you know what I mean?
My internal organs have a complaint. About what, I'm not sure, but they're being both loud and painful about it. URGH.
Apparently the cat is returning to my humble abode as of tonight since my mom feels sorry for him being cooped up in one bedroom for three weeks now like some sort of prisoner and it smells ridiculous in there. His dead-bloated-corpse breath, however, stayed at the vet's from what I hear, so that's a good thing. I don't mind him living here at all but I'd appreciate it at night if he didn't try to lie next to me in bed and breathe the noxious fumes of his gray slimy teeth in my face. Thank God those damn things are long gone, although vet's orders mean I'm going to have to give him steroids once a day. Fuck my cat being able to beat up your cat. My cat's going to be able to beat up your mom and dad. AT THE SAME TIME, BITCHES.
EDIT: It's going to take me another four days to download BSG? Aw, come on, baby, don't be like that. (Well, hell, I'm supposed to be writing anyway.)
