AWKWARD ZOMBIE

I absolutely love that kind of stuff. My shelves are full with Ancient Aliens, UFOs, Area 51 and whatnot books.

I can attest to this shelf being full of conspiracy books.
It also has a model Gundam on it, an Oshawott and some other stuff

Quoted my post from Current Events about my aunt.

She just dropped this wonderful post.
I added some emphasis.

I am consistently dropping contact with family members at the rate of 1 per year, it seems. First my cousin (she is militantly against vaccines and adores conspiracies), then my dad (legal reasons), and now my aunt. yay

Oh.
Oh wow.

I tell my dad to give me the team leader's email address so I can get the other coder's email address so I can get the code from him. My dad instead plans to write an email blaming the other coder for not fixing the problems and not working with me and demanding the guy make the other coder give me the code and he'd instead copy me on the email. I basically had to convince him I'd write the same thing so he would to make sure he didn't and instead gave me the leader's address like I'd asked.

I came home for thanksgiving break and already have to deal with my older sister's drug habit shit. Fucking ridiculous.

I'm up at 4am because I got a fever last night and my melatonin hasn't kicked in yet.

Ugh why do I get sick on my days off?? I'm already thinking of calling in sick on Friday because this fever feels exactly like the one that made me miserable for a week.

My dad's friend, the state senator is an booty. Yes, you've gone to Churchill Downs for 27 years in a row. We know you don't like Obama. He's doing this in front of my 11 year old brother, who is autistic. I'm sure he cares deeply about how he oh so cleverly mocks Obama, and how he's oh so amazing for getting that box.

Ever since I got my car, shitty things have been piling up. Not all of it related to the car, just a fraction. It's like I can't go one week without wanting to just fucking destroy everything I see.

I'm not really superstitious, but how the hell can shit go wrong so often that I can barely calm down from the last thing?

My dad gave me a number to call to let my insurance company know I lost my job and the payments are gonna be late for the near future. I called, and guess what? I got a machine that not only wasn't able to handle my issue, it didn't even give me the option of talking to a person.

I'm about ready to run my car off a fucking bridge.

For most automated phone systems, if you push 0 you get connected to a person. Most phone systems. During phone business hours.

Might not be better by tomorrow when we have multiple hour long rehearsal followed by a concert of similar length, and the only way I can find to not have to leave the room every few hours is to not eat anything at all the entire day. Fun.

so a few weeks ago i missed out on a rare/exotic pelt that i really wanted. was sad. last weekend i discovered it had been relisted. the bid ended today, there were no bids on it, no watches, i'm the only one around, it's guaranteed to be mine. i even ended up getting kyle to stay at work late to get it for me since i had to be somewhere when the bid ended.

forgot to tell him to set a max bid (he doesn't ebay often) and got sniped by a GOD daisies bot at 5 seconds. i'm so fucking mad. i almost want to email the seller and be like 'PLEASE I WILL PAY THE NEXT BID UP' but that's probably dishonest.....

Dishonest? It's worth a shot, the seller probs just cares about the cheddar anyway.

New kitten Loki just learned he has claws.
He started using his claws a whole lot.
I'll soon be more scratches than Airra.

Level him up and teach him new moves until he forgets Scratch.