Into the Forest

Okay, so I have a gift card and registered the thing to see what coupons/discounts might be available by doing so, and today I can enjoy a freebie customized beverage of my choice. Here's the kicker! I don't really like the customized beverages all that much because when I was coffee, I want to taste COFFEE, not milk (soy in my case) and plenty of overly sweet flavorings. Sooooo. I guess I'll be one of their least expensive customers when I ask for a double shot of espresso with a lemon on the side.

Obviously I didn't leave livejournal, which is amusing and pathetic all at once. Why the loyalty, I ask myself, and the only thing I can come up with is that I like some of the communities to which I belong, and then there are the individuals. Some of the lj people I love muchly. *sniff* It's sentimental day for me? Ha, no.

Facebook, ah, facebook, how I fucking loathe thee. Thou art sublimely evil in your ability to suck time and life from the most dedicated work-a-holic I am sure, and from the average soul? You're despicable, Facebook. Also, screw you for all your craptastic lack of security, and I will NEVER, NEVER, NEVER again join a social networking site just because my mom hassles me into it. *sigh*

The cat had a bit of a problem with something he ate, and I'm the unlucky sucker who had to bathe him. Cat's really don't latex gloves, but there was no way in hell I was touching the yucky butt without the gloves because EWWWWWW! Now I feel kind of sick to my tummy. D:

Holy crap I forgot I had this account; it's been almost TWO years since I posted in this journal. I'm still using lj quite a bit, but I've been out of the loop off and on for a while, too. Okay, not for two years.

I don't want to dump this account. Eh, maybe this will be the place where I take total refuge from all family, including my mother, not that I don't love the woman, but sometimes having her in my livejournal is a bit much. She doesn't sign on lj often, but... It get old having to play the filter game constantly. Heck, the woman even nagged me into joining facebook, something I swore I'd never do because I freaking loathe the site. It's a constant barrage of mini-games and techno-nightmare paced posting, blah, so little to say on that site.

The weird part? People who knew me centuries ago are back in my life. For fuck's sake, there was a reason I told people from the high school reunion committee I was dead!

I've debated posting this, no really, it's just kind of been something that's been bothering the fuck out of me; at the same time, I'm not sure how the hell to present it. "It", note the drama.

Okay. I was standing outside the house the other day with a couple bags of groceries when I feel Jordan tugging on my arm, hard too! I told him to hang on because it my keys were stuck, but he kept on tugging, which was starting to irritate the hell out of me because it was beginning to hurt.

At that moment, and mind you I still feel Jordan tugging on my arm, I look up and the kid is standing in the yard staring up at the sky doing absolutely nothing but being a little kid. When I saw him I swear it felt like someone let go of me; this is the weirdest fucking experience I've had in years, possibly a decade.

A long time ago in a galaxy far away-just go with me here-I was standing in a friend's house. Ann and I were the only ones in the house, and I hated her house with a passion. The place really gave me the creeps, and I had no idea why. Well, just as I was about to go downstairs because Ann said the pizza was ready, I heard the words, "Get out!" hissed rather angrily at me as I was pushed down the stairs-I barely caught myself. Not cool, and then I heard someone run behind me and heard a door slam, Ann's brother's door. So you're thinking it was the older brother fucking around with the kid, nope, he wasn't there and hadn't been all weekend. He was out camping with friends, and Ann's parents certainly didn't do something like that. I never went to her home again because I really felt the house didn't want me there for whatever strange reason.

Now, I don't know what the hell happened with the arm tugging, but the whole thing has been freaking me out for a while-enough to keep me pondering it and avoiding the topic totally. Thankfully, nothing has happened in the house or I'd be sobbing hysterically and begging S. to put it back on the market.

Okay, so I have to admit the familiarity of LJ makes me go back to the site. *sigh* Gods, that's one Aspie trait I really do hate about myself-that change is just so hard.

So here goes, IJ, I'm going make an effort here, and I have to say some people at LJ just piss me off to no ends. I hate it when people just "friend" me out of the blue, seriously, I let people know I'm going to friend them as a courtesy. It took me weeks, supposedly, to notice this kid who sent a note via fanfiction,net to bitch me out for not friending her back at LJ. Um? Hello, did you fucking leave a post and let me know you'd friended me? No, no, no, you didn't. Suffice it to say, I told her she's too young anyway. I don't want minors in my journal for the most part. Hell, I filter stuff because some of the people who are already in my LJ don't need to read what I write, but I don't have the heart to oust them.

Anyhoo, I happened to notice a new person from the Spara community had friended me, WTF? I haven't written Spara fanfiction in, well, forever. I like Spike and Tara, really and truly, but I usually throw myself into one fic in one genre, spit out a few short stories in that genre and then move on to the next love of my life. For an oh so brief time, my personal insanity came in the form of Inuyasha-yes, I know it's lame-and I started a fic. So now I feel obligated to finish it, but I don't even care about the manga anymore. It's hard to care about a fucking manga story that's dragged on with little change in direction of story for TEN years. No, ELEVEN years. Nothing against Rumiko Takahashi, but that woman seriously needs to realize Kagome and friends should be doing "Inuyasha: The Geriatric Years". I recognize that fact, but I also know some of the more rabid fanboys and girls hanging out on my LJ are just waiting for me to finally updated that damned fic of mine, which I did yesterday. My heart just isn't it. Frankly, I'd rather be writing Soubi/Ritskua porn-Loveless-but Ritskua is all grownup in my world. *sigh*

Well, one more person is dead thanks to Scientology, and frankly, I think the bastards had Shawn Lonsdale murdered, though there's no doubt the mother humping garbage down in Clearwater will make certain everything is tidied up neatly. Let's hope Anonymous doesn't let this go without notice. March 15, I do believe I have somewhere to be...

http://www.sptimes.com/2008/02/19/Northpinellas/Scourge_of_Scientolog.shtml

The house inspection went fairly well, though we are going to request that a small hole near the attic fan exhaust be fixed because there was a squirrel in the attic. They're cute and fluffy, but I'd rather not put up with the little buggers in the house.

Scientology protests seem to have gone really well, and I was relieved to hear so many people turned out up north, including in Canada. It's freezing up there! I think the protesters deserve a lot of credit; they were organized, abided by the laws, stood up for what they believe and didn't let the crappy weather keep them inside.

Anonymous has also released a video for the press in which Anon states their agenda must be clarified, and I applaud them for their efforts. Anon's main objective, for now, is to get the tax-exempt status the CoS enjoys withdrawn. Yes, yes, yes, it should be done.

For teh WIN, no joke, I'm putting up the video of that nut Tom Cruise for reference, but after one watches it, watch the spoof on that video. It's priceless. XD Especially the toenail clippings and toothpaste.

Tom the loon:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UFBZ_uAbxS0

Spoof of Tom:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nsNJdAzY4KA&eurl=http://xenutv.wordpress.com/

Finally, everyone is truly getting better; Scott's got a steroid to help the lining in his lungs heal after all the coughing, and Jordan is now "fake coughing", as he says, because he thinks it will get him more hot tea and cocoa. Ah, the simplicity of childhood.

I'm promising myself to make an effort to keep up with IJ now, rather than LJ as much though I'll still be there some.

Packages, weeee, I mailed them. Don't die of shock, H, I finally got to the post office today. I took forever to find this bracelet I'd gotten you in Disney World, but I finally found it and managed to get it into the box. You should get your package in 3-6 days, assuming what I've been told about the mail service is accurate. XD

*hugs*

OMG, as much as I love Scott, his coughing is driving me mad, and I feel guilty for thinking that because it's not like the man can help having a nasty cough. He did see the doctor for it, thank goodness, but it seems like it takes forever for antibiotics to work.

This is going to sound mean of me. I'm really sick of hearing about the Spears/Federline custody battle, and today Spears has been all over the news yet again because she managed to flip out in front of her kids or take drug or something? I'm not sure since I don't pay attention to gossip news, but I swear she's on every single channel tonight. What bugs the hell out of me is hearing media whores trash the woman and fuss about how much Britney Spears' kids must be affected, but they're adding to it! It can't be healthy for a little kid to turn on the TV and see his/her mother plastered all over the place while being loaded into an ambulance. WTF is wrong with these people? Is news around the world like this? Does the media everywhere focus so damn much on celebrities?

I'm so watching some anime I've taped instead of the news.

I'm alive but tired and sick right now, ugh, annoying as all hells. H., sweetie, our shirts should be in next week, YAY, and then I'll be able to send your package, oh, and did I remember to send you my address again? My brain has been sooooo out of it on cold meds this week. I

I'll catch up more later when I don't feel like stuffing my head into pot of boiling water to clear out my nose.

OI VEY! I couldn't get to my journal at all today, WTF? Maybe it's an insidious LJ plot to keep me going back to them? I guess anything is possible, but let me just say, I'm tired tonight. Ohhh, H, if you happen to read this, never, ever, ever, think of yourself as a burden! I don't know if I answered your reply or not because my brain is fried tonight, but if not, I think you know what I mean.

I have to run again for now, but I'm dying to catch up with some stuff and actually take a good look around IJ and figure out to back up my LJ, which might be trickier with a Mac, but I'm just not sure.

Okay, I'm done with the shopping, woo and hoo, and what a fucking relief it is! Many thanks to Tete; I suspect Tete's positive vibes are what kept me from choking every single other person who crossed my path today, poor innocent bystanders. It's a nightmare out there. Just a frigging, horrible, awful, nasty and possibly slimy nightmare.

I admit it, I take delight in Hello Kitty, but when the hell did a Hello Kitty scarf with rhinestones on it ever become so fucking important a couple people had to nearly kill each other over the last one? I wish I were joking, but I'm not. Oh gods, I'm not. The struggle ended when one woman grabbed the scarf and ran to find the nearest register. The remaining woman stood there staring after her, her mouth slightly open, and she finally mumbled something about getting a manager. Good luck with that one. I may check the news tonight; perhaps someone was killed over a Hello Kitty scarf. That would actually appeal to my sick sense of whimsy.

To make the day even weirder, Mom and I got to see some poor elderly woman broad-sided by a kid in a sports car who left the scene of the accident. WTF?! I'm sure the little weasel will get caught since he had a personalized plate on his car that said STDMUFFN. It took me a moment to realize he meant stud-muffin and not sexually transmitted disease muffin. In my mind, he'll always be STD Muffin, though.

Well, I guess I'm slowly but surely going to transition from LJ to IJ, and we'll see how it goes. Perhaps I can have an all-out bitch fest while I'm here. I don't care who LJ gets sold to, but that whole journal flagging nonsense has me really annoyed. Aaaaaahhhhh!

Weird, the Old Executive Office is on fire-that's near the White House. I wonder if the wiring is as old as the building, thus starting off a nasty little blaze? I'll probably never know.