Kitchen Utensils Of Mass Destruction.

*gasp!*

*looks around awkwardly.*

"*ahem*...merry...christmas?"

heh.


money's short and times are hard,
here's your freakin' christmas card.

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Hello oddly familiar people. Decided to come back for no apparent reason.

First of all, I would like to give a hyooge thanks to the people here for helping me grow up internet wise, and for maintaining a well kept community.

Most of the time I was gone it was because my computer exploded again. This time not only did the videocard catch fire again, but a small, seemingly insignificant piece on the motherboard split in half.

Luckilly for me, verizon decided not to fuck us up the ass and gave dad the retirement money. Now I have an insanely small laptop who's guts are far superior to the charred remains of both computers.

While there was a lack of internet, I got hooked on Legacy of Kain. Awesomely written. Even awesomer voice acting. Simon Templeman, we are not worthy! *grovel, grovel*

And I also found out that most female fans of the series like Raziel for some reason. After he got totally fucked up. Unfortunately, this includes me. He's missing a jaw, a penis, and runs around with no clothes on except for a cowl. But he sounds sexy! (thank you Michael Bell!)

And the authors of thier humor fanfiction are unusually cruel. (raining little rubber piggies? The lord of spiders having a strange obsession with banana pudding?) But it's still funny.


[rant]
In the complaint department, I hate living here now. We're in the new house for just a few months, and mom invites her co-worker to live with us. Her girlfriend (she's homosexual) wanted her to drive home after the party, otherwise she was going to kick both Parker (the co-worker) and her daughter out. Parker refused to drive home shitfaced with her kid in the backseat, and got the boot. Mom took her in. The flaw with this family is that we never have just friends, they always turn into family. So now they're going to be staying with us unless they decide to move out by themselves. Unfortunately, Parker is a blatant closet-mooch.

Her daughter? Don't get me started.


...


Too late. She has ADHD, and is also a type1 diabetic. She uses her illnesses as an excuse to go total apeshit, and now I have murder on the brain. I've already thought of a million ways to kill a person with everday objects.

But what fucks with me, is that Parker allows this. It's painfully obvious what went wrong.

Parker is still too needy to be having a kid. So she ended up being emotionally absent and placating the kid with material objects, resulting in a whining, spoiled, needy brat. I don't hate the kid. I just hate her behavior. In fact, often times it makes me cry with pity. The poor kid has to fucking beg to get a simple hug from her own goddamned mother.

Discipline?

Naw. Fuck that. If she whines, give her a present. [/sarcasm]

There isn't even a baisic reward system. There's not even a simple "If you're good, you get a treat."

It's actually "Here, have this, shutup and leave me alone."

The fucking kid still believes in santa like it's a fucking religion! SHE'S 11 FOR GODSAKES!

So now i'm considering just living outside.

If there's any leftover space in the shed, i'll probably be in there with the remains of my very few material possesions.

The fucking kid is going to get away with murder. I hope she kills her mother first.

She doesn't even know how to take care of her diabetes! SHE CAN'T REMEMBER SHIT TO SAVE HER LIFE!

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Anyway, nice to be back, yadda yadda yadda...I'm going to go lurk now.

*waddles away with a humbug up her butt.*



*EDITPENIS*

Also, awesomeness, my art made it onto someone's skin. I'm also doing another one for Parker. I think i'm going to get one too.

Pictures when I get this laptop organized.