More fun
I may have written Second Genesis off a bit too soon. Things are perking back up there again. Just hope that my typical plotting doesn't ruin it. And by plotting I mean effort to convince people not to shoot me on sight. So far no one's made a move, but it's cease fire, and everyone's being uber friendly.
Yeaaah... I'm still looking for the poison too. Or maybe they've hired an assassin or something. *rolls eyes* As if that hasn't been done before. (Literally, there's a RO server where you can hire sins through an NPC for a hit on someone with a certain percent chance of success.)
Oh, and my ever so loving father has taken up streaking as a past time. Say it with me: Per-vert.
Bathroom is now fixed. Toilet is no longer attempting to fall through the floor, although now it is a literal throne since it is roughly 3/4 of an inch above the actual floor. And given how far it has sunk over the years of disrepair, the rise is a quite noticeable but currently unknown number of inches.
Shopped for Thanksgiving yesterday. ...hahahaha! I suppose now is a good time to mention that I hate turkey? Or should I say I hate having to eat turkey EVERY Thanksgiving and Christmas. It isn't like we need the huge ass bird; we have no visiting family or friends to worry about feeding. *sigh* We have nothing to look forward to other than eating like a pig, and after a while even that got old.
Christmas is looking to be just as amusing. This year unlike all the others, we don't have a ton of presents under the tree. And my father is already acting concerned. Right...like he buys anyone presents. It has always been my mother. I usually don't buy presents because my dad is the sort that makes you feel like you have to--it is expected. And when I feel like I've got to do something, the whole freaking world can just fuck off. Seriously, what is the point of giving or doing anything of a kind or charitable nature if you don't feel it? I'm not talking about the gratitude part, I'm talking about the desire in your heart to give regardless of what you get in return. I don't know about the rest of the world, but if I can't give of myself like that, then I ain't giving a damn thing because it is meaningless. Also, I don't buy for my mother because 1) it isn't fair since I don't want to give my dad a damn thing and he raises hell any time I show love for her (Yeaah, I'm sure showing nothing but resentment and hate will get you exactly what you want despite ALL the religious and psychology texts saying otherwise.), and 2) I never learned how to properly shop for her since I always went with my father and he tended to pick something out for me, and he always picked out a bullshit item.
So yeah, with hardily anything under the tree and my father on a roll with his bullshit meter at an all time high, I can just imagine what Christmas will be like--once he's alert enough to even give a damn about the gifts.
Still...I miss the days when I thought this family of mine was a real family and not just some dried up husk of one and I believed my father loved something other than causing misery to those around him.
Damn, I really need to stop depressing myself like that.
Yeaaah... I'm still looking for the poison too. Or maybe they've hired an assassin or something. *rolls eyes* As if that hasn't been done before. (Literally, there's a RO server where you can hire sins through an NPC for a hit on someone with a certain percent chance of success.)
Oh, and my ever so loving father has taken up streaking as a past time. Say it with me: Per-vert.
Bathroom is now fixed. Toilet is no longer attempting to fall through the floor, although now it is a literal throne since it is roughly 3/4 of an inch above the actual floor. And given how far it has sunk over the years of disrepair, the rise is a quite noticeable but currently unknown number of inches.
Shopped for Thanksgiving yesterday. ...hahahaha! I suppose now is a good time to mention that I hate turkey? Or should I say I hate having to eat turkey EVERY Thanksgiving and Christmas. It isn't like we need the huge ass bird; we have no visiting family or friends to worry about feeding. *sigh* We have nothing to look forward to other than eating like a pig, and after a while even that got old.
Christmas is looking to be just as amusing. This year unlike all the others, we don't have a ton of presents under the tree. And my father is already acting concerned. Right...like he buys anyone presents. It has always been my mother. I usually don't buy presents because my dad is the sort that makes you feel like you have to--it is expected. And when I feel like I've got to do something, the whole freaking world can just fuck off. Seriously, what is the point of giving or doing anything of a kind or charitable nature if you don't feel it? I'm not talking about the gratitude part, I'm talking about the desire in your heart to give regardless of what you get in return. I don't know about the rest of the world, but if I can't give of myself like that, then I ain't giving a damn thing because it is meaningless. Also, I don't buy for my mother because 1) it isn't fair since I don't want to give my dad a damn thing and he raises hell any time I show love for her (Yeaah, I'm sure showing nothing but resentment and hate will get you exactly what you want despite ALL the religious and psychology texts saying otherwise.), and 2) I never learned how to properly shop for her since I always went with my father and he tended to pick something out for me, and he always picked out a bullshit item.
So yeah, with hardily anything under the tree and my father on a roll with his bullshit meter at an all time high, I can just imagine what Christmas will be like--once he's alert enough to even give a damn about the gifts.
Still...I miss the days when I thought this family of mine was a real family and not just some dried up husk of one and I believed my father loved something other than causing misery to those around him.
Damn, I really need to stop depressing myself like that.