Category Archives: You made baby Jesus cry!

With a side of powdered sugar donuts

What the hell kind of week was this? A bad one. Like, in addition to getting passed over for someone else at an awesome job and having to cobble together money to keep my car insurance current, The BFF had her own stuff go down, which I won’t discuss her but seriously, save the drama for your mama. Yesterday (Friday) was a particularly horrid type of bad, which started with me waking up after about three hours of sleep, gasping my way through a panic attack because I had another nightmare. And then there were angry words because someone was being mean and accusatory, and then there was the gathering together of change to buy an ice cream for The BFF, because she needed an ice cream.


Yeah. Some doucherag stole my card number and attempted to buy some jewelry. I declined the charge, they put a block on my card, and told me to call my bank. My bank’s customer service had closed 15 minutes earlier. Given how things have been going lately, I just broke down completely. It wasn’t any kind of “what will I do now?” breakdown. It was a “what have I done that was horrible enough to deserve all of this?” and a “I can’t do this anymore” breakdown. A friend offered to give me some gas money and cook us dinner, which was really nice, but after having to ask a bunch of friend and strangers for money (though this was done on my behalf by another friend) and having had generosity turned against me in the past (of the “I do all of this for you and you do nothing for me” type), I just couldn’t deal.

I called the bank this morning and it turns out that I was so fast in responding to Visa that the charge didn’t even go through, so I don’t have to worry about fighting to get the $90 put back in my account. It never went away! Which is good, because I actually had 96 cents in the bank.

Today has been much better. I slept in, had some really good coffee, then some really good breakfast and more coffee, and now I’m just sitting here with my friends, looking at my computer. My parents are going to make my car insurance payment since the money I have for it isn’t available right now, and I’ll pay them back this week.

I like today way better than yesterday.





Juuuust kidding. I love that gif because it so scary that some people cry. Okay, they don’t actually cry. I just like to poke fun at my friends who think Obama is a Communist. Or a Socialist. Or a Muslim.

Here is a nicer picture. It was taken by David Katz.

Y’all, I finished my last assignment a day ahead of time because I thought Thursday was Friday and that Friday was Monday. I have had a headache all day and it has made me feel miserable. There is way too much srs bsns internet drama going on that is unnecessary and lame.

How have you been, internets?

You think?

Overweight women face some docs’ disrespect.

A mind-blowing study saying that some doctor’s are real assholes to overweight women. Being an MD does not make one instantly immune to douchebaggery and prejudice.

I’m tired of people attacking other people over their weight. Who gives a shit if someone has gained or lost 20 pounds? You wouldn’t make fun of someone for missing an arm, would you?

Well. Okay. Some people would but those people deserve to be beaten with said missing limb.

Most of the women I know (and a few of the men) are obsessed with their weight. They count calories. They have EDs. They place all of their worth in some numbers. I’m not immune to this either. I have put on some serious depression weight in the last year. I know my body well enough to know that it’s starting to cause some problems and I don’t want those problems, so I’m trying to work my health. Most of the time I am not concerned with how much weigh but rather with how I feel. Right now I feel sluggish, drained, and uncoordinated. So I’m working on it. Working on it = taking walks and visiting our tiny little gym next to the leasing office. That’s it. I should probably eat more because I don’t really eat enough.


That’s right. I’m fat and I don’t eat very much. It’s useful in moments when people are all “OMG FATTIES ARE FAT BECAUSE ALL THEY DO IS EAT OMG OMG STOP EATING FATTIE!”

My point is, fatties have feelings too. You can’t assume a person is one way or the other based on how they look. Some people think Barack Obama looks like a terrorist. Them saying so causes a huge uproar. So why don’t more people make a huge uproar when people say fatties are only fat because they eat too much?

ETA: Maks from DWTS thinks his fellow dancers are cows who need to lose some weight already. Cheryl and Lacey are proof that some people aren’t meant to be stick-thin. They dance for a living. For hours a day. And they still don’t fit the “standard”. Girls should be ENCOURAGED by them, not discouraged like Maks says. I think they’ve both got slammin’ bods (especially Lacey) and have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of.

Once upon a time

I had things to say. In all honesty, I started a blog post the other night and the internets started being bitchy and I was really sick and I just couldn’t do it. IDK, it might be lurking around in my drafts somewhere but it’s not important. I don’t think. I don’t remember what I was talking about in that post anyway.

The past…oh…I don’t know…four years have been a little difficult. Each year they get a little more difficult, even though I know that’s not entirely true. But I think it’s safe to say that in our part of the world, 2008 had about two positive things happen in it (so far) and the rest of it can DIAF*. But the past few weeks, I’ve had more on my mind than usual, and for some reason, the past few days, I’ve had even MORE on my mind. Yesterday it was all about feeling alone and today it was all about feeling impoverished. I mean, it’s no wonder I felt that way tonight, what with the economy having a nervous breakdown at every turn.

Also, yesterday I read some of the comments on a recent blog entry at the McCain website yesterday and if you like McCain and want to vote for him, that is fine. But please scroll down until you see ELEPHANTS ARE NIFTY in bold.

A majority of the commenters were typing with their eyes closed. And their hands behind their backs. And…their feet…on fire. I know that it is common tactic call into question the integrity and character of one’s political opponent, as much as I hate that it is such. I do not harbor any illusions that this country is devoid of backward, racist ideologies. Which means I shouldn’t really be surprised at anything I’ve heard during this election (you’ll be happy to know that I’ve finally come around to Obama, mostly because of Biden, which surprised me more than it surprised you. Trust me.). But I am really sick of people calling Obama a Socialist. I WISH**. I’m really sick of them calling him a Communist. I’m really sick of them calling him a terrorist, of their supporters shouting “KILL HIM!” at rallies, of people playing guilt-by-association-when-it’s-convenient-for-them. And so on and so fucking forth. And to do it all while misspelling every other word, abusing grammar, and mostly displaying their ignorance and blatant refusal to do any research or IDK, figure things out on their own without someone else telling them what to think. My opinion of McCain has not changed because of Obama; it has changed because of what I have been reading and hearing for years. YEARS. I didn’t talk about it a lot here, but it took me a very, very, VERY long time to get to the point where I thought Obama was MY candidate. I don’t take to these types of decisions lightly. APPARENTLY THIS IS UNUSUAL.


My skin is very dry and I am going to put some lotion on it now, then fall into bed and get some sleep. It is after midnight here and as such, it is officially Friday but I wish it were Friday night so I could just look forward to sleeping in forever and ever. No such luck.

*die in a fire

Rip van Winkle

So last week, toward the end of the week, I didn’t get much sleep and I also got sick at the same time. Friday night, I don’t remember when I went to sleep but at some point in the night, I did some sleepwalking. I vaguely remember being in the bathroom, at the sink, with one contact in and desperately trying to get the other contact out of the case. I couldn’t find it and it was way too much work to LOOK for it, so I just dumped out the saline solution and went back to bed with the thought, “I CAN SEE JUST FINE WITH ONE CONTACT IN!”


I woke up at 10am and realized that it hadn’t been a dream because oh…there’s that contact in my eye. Then I found my other contact shriveled up in my contact case. ARGH. I’m poor and have like, one contact left, so I really couldn’t afford to ruin one. So I put some saline in the case, took out my other contact, and hoped the dried up one would get better. Then I went back to sleep for two hours. When I woke up my contact was fine.

Then last night I went to bed at 3am and woke up at noon today. Then I took a nap at 3 for two hours. And I’m still tired. SLEEP: I DON’T GET ENOUGH. But see, during the week, I sleep only a few hours a night so..yeah. The bad thing is, I don’t get anything done on the weekends because I’m catching up on sleep. So…all that homework I planned to get done? Yeah. Didn’t get done.

Also, my professor thinks the plot of my story isn’t possible. Funny, since it’s science fiction.


I bet you lose

Oh bother

Dear God,

I know this isn’t a fever I have right now. I know this cough is just a sign of a dry mouth. I’m just cold because it’s cold in my office.

Sparkle Pants


So. I sent some traffic over to AJ’s blog today via my Livejournal. You can thank me later, AJ. But I wanted to let you know that people are starting to comment on my Livejournal (okay, people = 2) agreeing that the system is screwed up and they’ve even shared their own horror stories (one person got detention for a week for letting her friend have a nectarine she didn’t want). The BFF is of the opinion that we share this with Kate Harding, who is an amazing person who would make the school sit up and take notice. I am ready to write my own angry letter. If you want, there’s a willing army ready to help you fight. I understand if you don’t want but…I’m offering my activism to you, FREE OF CHARGE.

In case you guys don’t know, AJ and I have been friends SINCE THE DAWN OF TIME. Or since we were five. Whatever. You don’t have to fight this alone, friend.

Dispatches from the WHERE AM I???

I came to work and things got snarky. WHAT. I really have more important things to take care of than…well, 99% of my friends’ problems. I know that sounds cruel but sometimes you just have to tell people to GTFO* because their stupid bullshit is just that: stupid bullshit. Especially when it’s a conversation you’ve been having for the past YEAR.

Speaking of the past year, is it 2009 yet? We are currently speeding toward my favorite time of year. The weather has turned and the days have given over to cooler temperatures and today, lots of wind. I look forward to some trips to the local cemeteries (have I mentioned lately that cemeteries are some of my favorite places in the world?) and possibly an excursion to the local state park for some fresh air and stuff (it also has cemeteries – we sneaked into one last year). We are also speeding toward Halloween (huzzah!), the day in November when The BFF and I make enough food to feed an army (huzzah!), MY BIRTHDAY (huzzah! huzzah! huzzah!), Christmas (huzzah!), and The BFF’s birthday (huzzah! huzzah! huzzah!). Note that I didn’t include NYE. I think that that is not a holiday. I think that that is a stupid dumb day. The only difference between December 31, 2008 and January 1, 2009 is the date. You don’t magically become more able to resist cigarettes or alcohol, nor are you more motivated to start exercising and keep up with it. Barring some catastrophic live-changing event, you’re the same person on January 1 as you were on December 31.

I think I blacked out there for a second. What was I talking about?

* If you don’t know what that means then GTFO.

Don’t tell your kids about spiders

I found out from a friend that Meg Cabot, author of the Princess Diaries, has been banned and/or challenged in a few libraries. I find this terribly amusing. The content is inappropriate and against traditionally held morals. Or something. I’m not really sure. I mean, there’s Frenching in the book. That might be part of the problem. And girls striving to do what they want instead of doing what they’re told they want.

Anyway, I did some exploring because I had no idea what Meg Cabot book had been banned or where it had been banned. It led me on an adventure that ended at Harper’s Bazaar. Through Meg Cabot’s blog, I found this blog post by Maureen Johnson. It was entertaining and all LOL and then I got to the part where she talked about her work for a textbook publisher. It led to this list of things excluded from textbooks, which Johnson submitted to Harper’s Magazine.

I’ll just let you read the list on your own. In the meantime, I’m going to work on writing something that gets banned.