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[apocalypsos]

Why I love Television Without Pity.

Is it eight o'clock yet? I'm so dying to see tonight's episode of TAR. What I'm hoping is that tonight's episode isn't another non-elimination leg, because I want to see Millie and Chuck get bitch-slapped into a nice hotel and a hella lot of "survivor's" guilt. Stupid virgins. I hope they get trampled by unicorns or eaten by vampires or tossed into a volcano as part of tonight's Roadblock.

So come to think of it, I actually do have to go to work tonight, if only because I have a remote control for a TV I sold a friend of mine and I have to make sure she gets it. Plus, I'm pretty sure they'd dock my final paycheck if I don't give them back my timecard and security card (don't correct me on that one, fallofrain or digitalodyssey, because otherwise I'll just keep my lazy ass at home, thank you very much), so I get to take a ride down to Scranton at ten tonight.

Did I ever mention that Scranton has that artsy thing going on with the animal statues all over town? The city picked mules, as a nod to the old coal-mining days, and I think I'm the only one who's pretty freaking creeped out by it. It's like Scranton suddenly turned into the place where My Little Ponies come after they die.

My favorite is the one in front of the Times building, which is plastered in newsprint. It took me a while to figure out that yes, it was meant to be that way, and no, a sharp wind hadn't picked up the papers covering the bums sleeping in front of the courthouse and stuck them all to this one mule.

Then again, maybe they had. Maybe the artist was an incredibly lazy git who set the mule statue in front of the courthouse, doused it in Krazy Glue, then sat on the far end of the block and turned on a really, really big fan.

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[fallofrain.livejournal.com]

Yep, they'll dock you all right. ;) Just take the cards back. I won't tell you to stay after that.

After all, I'm not your boss anymore. *cackle*

And what's this? Mules? My god... I am so glad I got out of there before my eyes beheld that. @_@

Oh, tell everyone I said hi. What made you decide to quit?

[apocalypsos.livejournal.com]

I finally had enough of my father's attitude and I'm moving to VA as of tomorrow. The man's been giving the phrase "enormous fucktard" entirely new definition.

And just for added fun, you should have seen the note I got left this morning. Apparently, my moving out (which I've been preparing for and talking about for two weeks) is this "rumor" my parents have been hearing about. And my mother wrote in this snarky line about how I'd better not run out on my phone bill. Jeez, thanks for the fucking vote of confidence, Mom.

And just for fun, they complained that I never talk to them anymore. Well, Jesus, no one in this house ever talks to anyone. When has that been news? And as I told my mother ten minutes later on the phone, I do still talk to her, because she hasn't yelled at me in forever and a day and I appreciate it. Meanwhile, I can't remember the last time my father said anything remotely nice to me. It seems like his new game in life is to make me feel so crappy about the way my life's turned out, I run upstairs to my bedroom, burst into tears, and seriously contemplate suicide.

Grrrr. If you would have told me a year ago that when I finally got out of the house, I'd miss my mom but be so pissed at my father I was debating whether I even wanted to speak to him again, you would have been able to knock me over with a feather.

[fallofrain.livejournal.com]

Jeez. Good luck with the move, hope things turn out better for you there. I know my move has worked wonders for me, I really just think that entire area is sucking at the souls of the youth, and sapping their wills to live.

Fly free. :) Keep in touch.