I started getting weirded out and then depressed a few wks ago. I'm getting all these facebook requests from people I went to grade school with. That doesn't sound bad. I know. But most of them hated me then.
So wtf is going on? Did I wake up in an alternate universe? Is someone punking me? Are these people delusional?
Then I went to the store for mom at sav-a-lot which is a store where they don't pack your groceries which makes the inventory cheaper. Well, I have this back pack. I carry it when I go out most of the time so I can carry things. At sav-a-lot you have to bring your own bags or ask for a box. I've been going there for months. The new security guard dude actually told me I had to leave my bag up front. Then he tried to force me to use the scooter. So I left and went to Sweetbay. Listen. I get it. They don't want you stealing. But I always stand in line with my damn bag, ok? I put it up on the check out counter, for god sakes. And besides, wtf does he think I'll do? Fill my bag and run? In fact, back packs and bicycles are pretty common around here these days. So if I didn't know better I'd think Mr. Security was profiling me.
I can just picture it. The call to the Tampa Police. "Yes. The suspect has really long hair, glasses and ran away on crutches!"
Right.
Not sure whether this pic is appropriate for facebook or not but why risk it? You cant tell it's NC-17 unless you look for it anyway.
I posted a comment on incandescent fire recently and was gently reprimanded according to the webmaster. I've seen much more explicit/offensive comments on there than what I put up but never reported anyone. Why? Because people who do that have way too much time on their hands. I could have quoted several excerpts in my own defense, but didn't because that's childish. But I will say this. The people there are acting like I posted anti-gay rhetoric and that's ridiculous. Now they're sending me nasty comments and there's no 'delete my account' button. I was simply expressing my frustration over the amount of bad fic being posted and the whole incident turned into a situation. The betas or proof readers should care more about the quality of the stories being posted. But whatever. Why should I care about whether these so called authors can put a complete sentence together or not? My bad. So now, I have to sign in as invisible and the words 1600's and witch hunt come to mind.
Hey guys. Sry. I know it been forever since I blogged. But the thing is I've been depressed. And I kept thinking that no one wants to hear about my stupid ass problems and or psychosis. So I've tried to do anything but blog it. I've stared at all these freaking canvases that aren't finished wondering if I'm going to be scrambling for canvas 6. I have to start nosing around. I have to get in touch with Bobby and Michael and start bugging them and I hate that part of the process. With a freaking vengence. I feel like the shy kid at the back of the class.
"Excuse me?" "Sir?"
Anyway.
Sarah had her kittens. 1 died. She hides her favorite and the other 2 are out in the open. My brother made a unilateral decision and put them outside before they were done nursing. Which means the park kids are here constantly fooling around with them, picking them up and such. So I have to play crochety neighbor lady who yells out the window and I hate it. They're about a month old now.
So yeah I know that there are more relevant issues in this world. Like the recent car bomb attempt in NYC. And the economy and the healthcare crisis and Iraq and Obama's approval rating.
Not my stoopybooshy.
(And right about now mom is clapping her hands and laughing because I used our inside joke.)
I wrote tons of poems in my head recently. Only actually wrote 1 down. And that 1 sucked just as bad as the rest of them.
In the midst of my self induced but sudden misery I found this old sketch I did on news print that every time I see it now I think about coloring in even tho it sort of already was. I didn't want to screw it up by over doing it. It was during my fascination with grafitti and if you look for it you'll see the influence. The pic was taken after several markers went dry and I had to go buy more black. I did some more work on it today so I'll have to post another pic. Too tired now. Need coffee. Mom and D-you have been warned. It's not finished. So no complaints later.
My cd player is shot. It's old and very well used so it's kewl. But also annoying because the speakers are still good. Damn it. Don't you hate it when stuff like that happens?? I know! I do too. And I can use my shiny new dvd drive or the dvd player. So it's fine. I just hate to waste an excellent set of speakers. That's all. (pouts and sticks bottom lip out.)
Finished book 4 of the True Blood series. Started book 5 where Sookie hooks up with a tiger. Oooh. Relax people! Get your minds out of te gutter! He's a shifter. Goes from human to animal. Ok?
Venice Season 2 isdue to start anytime now, season 1 out on dvd and the show was voted best web series for 2009. So I should be happy.
But I'm still in a funk.
