Jul. 27th, 2015


Listen up, Queen.

It takes skill and finesse to be a good queen if you want to ascend the throne. Any dipshit can put on a dress, buttugly makeup, and say bitching things. The true skill comes in being a smartass without being cunty about it. Catty with a touch of raunch, a dash of wisdom, and a whole lot of comedic timing. Even the most famous of queens had to work at it sometimes, not everyone can be on all the time. Then again, not everyone can be on at all.

Some Rupaul Drag Race queens have forgotten that you can be a queen and not look like a totally shitfaced chola shitting off stupid one-liners like a cowboy after a pot of beans. It takes a lotta practice and a lotta self-control. It's easy to get overly confident when things come easy or pissed when the audience isn't going your way.

Shocking isn't always funny. Funny isn't always good. And sometimes, you're just a bitch.


That Is How You Love Me.

I need a good reason not to kill everyone in the world. I will start with all the assholes and work my way the colon to their small intestines. A silent, slow death. It fits with my shitty outlook because that's how you get when you are different.

Why isn't voting mandatory? Everything about the state is. Well, unless your delusional belief of an imaginary friend compels you to act like a rotten hostile cunt. But things like insurance, taxes, and licenses are all mandatory. There should be a voting holiday, an entire industry that makes it mandatory and easy to vote.

Then again, you might get more honest elections that way. Wouldn't want the corporations to lose their strangle hold.

Another thing we need to do, eliminate this constant campaigning. Ads should be limited like they are in the UK. No media ads, you can only campaign with fliers and billboards, or in person sponsored events. That would get the fucking money out of politics real fast.

Jul. 25th, 2015


Bitch, I'm Not Madonna.

If you're in the neighborhood and want to shoot the shit, there's an outhouse on the corner, byog.

The cat keeps stealing my plastic toothpicks. I'm gonna have me a cat skin hat if she doesn't stop. This time, I couldn't find it and have to use my backup. Dead bitch walkin.

Let's see, what else. The bathroom roof is still not dry. There are limbs falling out of the tree above me. My middle finger joints are still sore as hell, probably because I keep testing them and typing. We got 4 1/2 inches of rain yesterday and there is now more on the way. My nephew's dog tore up her cage to get out, which I don't blame her, she pissed on the floor and tore up a roll of papertowels, which I do blame her for. I have the shits. The air in the house still makes it hard to breathe properly. And, I still find the Hulk's bullshit incredibly hilarious because it's just so fucking stupid.

You're a little racist, everyone's a little racist, it's okay to admit it. It's not okay to go on and call people niggers and act like what you said is fine, while admitting it's racist. Admitting something is (insert blank) does not make saying someone is (insert blank) fucking okay, it is not a free pass that absolves you of your sins. Fill in the blanks as situation requires. This is not an issue of finesse, it's not a fine line. You can hear the warning siren in your head clear as a god damn bell before you even open your mouth in this type of situation. DON'T DO IT! Yes, I am talking to all of us, even me. God damn breeders.

Bye, bitch.

Jul. 24th, 2015


Control The Speed Of The Rope.

The rents went to Tampa for the weekend. Didn't even bother to ask me if I wanted to go, even though I had been hinting for a while I wanted to visit Tampa for fucking years. I don't fucking matter. Never have.

I wanna go home.

I'm not going back out on their stupid fucking boat. I hate the thing on principle.

In other news, I've abandoned my werefox fic. After years of fighting and trying to get it to work, I tried 1 last time to get a review on the fic. 20 hits, no takers. Fuck them. I know how it would have gone and that's enough for me. My next project is just straight up scifi, the genre I'm most comfortable in. Gay scifi. Nice.

No one reads this, so, The Hulk was right! If you're gonna sleep with a black man, make it a tall basketball player worth a $100 million. Not the race part, but, because, god damn, imagine how good the sex must be with a star athlete. And if he does suck, he'll still buy you shit to keep it quiet. Sure, go ahead and sleep with poor black men and middle class black men too, sleep with any black man you want. But, dream bigger, dig deeper. Go for the gold...rings. Don't just go for the dick, go for the rich dick. It's the new American Way.


Jul. 23rd, 2015


Bye, Romy.

Wow, so many people are doing the Jeebus Freaks movies now. Mira Sorvino, Cybil Shepard, Ted McGuinly, so much for some of my most nostalgic favorites. Bye, bitch.

Far as I'm concerned, in this day and age, you can make the wrong decision career wise by saying yes to anything. Anything being Jeebus movies. Hallmark, I'll forgive, as that's like taking Music Theory, the easiest shit you could ever do just to get by. But the Jeebus movies, that's it. Step too fucking far.

God is dead because fictional characters aren't real. And I'm not delusional, so I don't fucking believe in your Jeebus.

Please and to kindly fuck off.



I had to go to the emergency room yesterday for stomach pains, which turned out to be something unpleasant but luckily not appendicitis, thus hopefully any need for surgery can be headed off at the pass. Feeling crap and even more crap at posting/communicating than usual but I'm going to be trying new medicine, (not for the stomach junk, for the stomach junk I got heavy duty Motrin and anti-nausea, and the Motrin doesn't help a whit) so let's see how that goes.

I got Child of Light at the Steam summer sale, and I'm really excited to play it!

I've been reading The Witcher books as a prelude to hopefully playing the third game - still kind of iffy on whether or not I should play the first and second, although now that I talked myself into missing buying them both for like five bucks during the steam summer sale I'm kicking myself. I actually really like them! They're a bit of a product of their time, but they're more nuanced than I anticipated when I stopped myself from buying them in Barnes & Noble like two years ago. The characters are legitimately interesting and engrossing.

I could really, really do with less Dandillion, especially since occasionally I like his loyalty in a scene and then he keeps reminding me he's slime. Geralt is definitely an archetype, but I love him, I admit it. (Though to be honest, barring a few hot buttons, I am pretty manipulable.) I like Yennefer a LOT. I wasn't quite sure what to make of the 'backstory of sorceresses' bit but I think I actually find it pretty fascinating? Because what he's actually talking about is the bitterness of disabled women whose life paths are defined by their physical 'deformities' - first the rejection by their families, then the social awareness of being accepted 'despite' by indiscriminatory magic users, then they have to use magic to 'fix' themselves in order to be accepted and support themselves financially. I'm still not TOTALLY sure what I think of it, but it's interesting. Especially since I initially thought it was going to be one of those 'ugly girls are bitter' things.

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Jul. 22nd, 2015


Kill The Blonde and Kids!

Allo! Did you miss me? I've been a little distracted.

So, I tried watching the show Whispers despite the fact that I knew it would have annoying kid actors and another god damn fake blonde as the lead. It had a cute shirtless guy and would star Milo Ventimiglia. That should have been the final clue it would be pure shit, Milo doesn't pick good projects. Well, he did that one scene in a bad movie where he showed his asshole, but there was no dick, so, bad project still.

Fake blondes will always be idiots who can't act and ruin every program they are on, with two notable exception, the new BSG and Xena. She is usually a bimbo who can't emote or an overly serious actress who can't emote the limited character. I like AJ Cook's "JJ" from Criminal Minds, but the actress has been stuck with a plot device character. She is far too serious a dramatic actress for JJ. The limited range of JJ's emotions are too much constraint for her. Instead of being serious and mature, she comes across as the 12 yo baby sitter on her first paid job. Which clashes with Hotchner, as played boringly by a console radio with bushy eyebrows.

Kids should never be allowed on television or in movies. Period. I have documented before how much I fucking hate their shows and how god damn awful their acting is even on dramas. Most kids don't know how to act in a restaurant, forget on command. Anyone below the age of 12 should not be on television. And those beneath the age of 16 in sparse numbers. If I see one more kid screeching, being a fucking smartass, or flailing over something incredibly stupid, I am going to hunt down the person who put them on tv and make them watch Keeping Up With the Kardashians on Oculus.

Jul. 18th, 2015


Ever Get This?

"How many times must I block that shit? Wait, I did block that last time, right?" *Draws blank* "Wait, what was I doing? Ooo, shiny!" *Continues scrolling* "How many times must I block..."

Yeah, I do that all the time. Internet gives people ADD and shit memories. We are a collective species, one person in a group memorizes a small part, another memorizes another, and another memorizes the last part. Expand for number of people in group. This way we remember more and more accurately. It is how couples finish eachother's sentences. When you spend most of your time interacting with your internet device, it remembers more for you. Thus, you don't have to.

Brain games don't help. All they do is teach your brain to remember how to play that stupid game.

People say "try reading a book, that might solve your problem." Actually, it doesn't. Less knowledge, same premise. The book remembers the specific knowledge for us, we become a search engine for the book, or reference section if you're old/young enough to remember needing one of those.

The brain craves knowing things. Not just useful or ideal information, it just wants to know things. Be it the stupidity of seeing something on a dwarf planet that only a blind fucking moron with the imagination of a cracked out donkey on LSD would come up with or wanting to know how many queefs it takes for a Kardashian to come, the brain wants to know. It is a compulsion. It is part of the reason why some children keep sticking their finger in a light socket despite knowing it will hurt.

Exposure to so much readily available knowledge makes the brain become a crack addict. Jumping from thing to thing, never settling too long on anything for fear it might miss out on the next big high of just knowing shit. That is your brain on internet.

Jul. 17th, 2015


Bye-bye Birdie.

So, I'm waiting for someone to come get 15 of my chickens for $5 a piece. She's yet to text to say she was on her way.

We agreed yesterday that she would come to pick them up and pay $5 a piece for them. This morning, she texted asking if I would meet her in another town. Then she said if she could come earlier. It was 5:30 in the fucking morning. We had agreed to around 1 of 2 this afternoon, so basically now.

I am getting sick of this craigslist bullshit. Ever since I came to Florida, I've had nothing but fucking trouble from the people who use it. If she doesn't show, I'm saving my birds and taking them to an animal swap next month. That way I know the people who get them want them and will take care of them.

So tired of people fucking me around.

Jul. 15th, 2015


Eat A Dick, Old Digger!

So, the roof has a leak, like I've been telling them for almost a weak. But, I know nothing, so I'm just a dumbass. Fuck them.

I've also been telling them that there's a leak in the water line under the house for weeks. No one listened. We pulled up a part of the floor the other day and the old wood under the floor where they never removed it before putting a new floor down was soaked. Gee, I think someone might have mentioned that.

Dad took out our internet yesterday when he went out and dug up the ground along the electrical connection to the house. He accidentally cut the internet cable with the ax taking out roots because he didn't know it was there. Neither did I, we both thought it came up the fence row and then through the yard. There's a cable that does, but it doesn't connect our phone. We have no clue what it connects. So much fucking shit on this property.

I hate this place. It's literally falling apart.