The last 4 months or so...
I'm so sorry, you guys, I suck.
I have missed everything: Agony and Irony, and_ed's newfound love for SPN, stumphed (god, JOEY), Joss Whedon's new show Dollhouse, The Dark Knight, the fic, the EVERYTHING. I apologize.
In short, RL has kicked my ass. I'm now back in the throes of Arzafarby's after a huge catastrophe within the Happy Day Corporation. I am also no longer working at Hot Topic because, sadly, retail doesn't pay and it's also hella boring selling fucking Hello Kitty shit day after day. My best friend has moved home, and after living with her for 4 years, I feel as if someone has taken half of my soul. I miss you, ex-roomie!
However, not everything is bad! Everything is actually very, very good. For nearly 4 months I have been "officially" shacking up with a giant, handsome mechanical engineer who has a love of tennis, golf, Star Wars, and Leonardo DiCaprio. His name is Evan, but some of you who remember September of last year will know him as that co-worker of mine who got in that horrid car crash. Yeah, basically after he returned from that I started plotting. I like to take advantage of people in emotionally weakened states. It's how I roll...but he's fine now...we think.
In addition to the boy, I have acquired a little kitten. Her name is Charlotte, but for the most part we call her Beastie because she resembles something akin to a flesh-and-blood chainsaw. Or missile. It depends on her mood. She was a kitty in my parents' barn and very much the malnourished, emaciated runt. Evan and I stopped by the barn one day and liberated her and have nursed her back to a healthy, sharp-fanged demon cat. She's lovely.
There's been a lot more than that, as well. I saw Alkaline Trio in concert back in July. It was amazing, I hope to have video and pictures up soon. I touched Matt Skiba and hugged Derek, which was pretty damn cool. I got to elbow drunken sluts in the face, which was cathartic on many, many levels. I have basically burned all bridges with my mother and step-father, which sucks a fat one, but I'm slowly rallying. The Cobra (my mother for those of you who do not know of her true name) is mostly out of my life and despite the fact that it'd be awesome to have a mother who, you know, loves me, it's so nice to not hear from her all that much.
Anyway, that's enough blabbering. I have pictures of Evan, Charlotte, and my Alk3 tattoo (which I am SO late on showing, but meh) that I want to share, so enough chitchat. I like visual stimulation!
Okay, so first off, it is always good to start with cat pictures, because everyone loves those.
This is Charlotte. Unfortunately, Beastie is hard to capture on film because she is just as cute as Charlotte, though Beastie tends to move a lot quicker.
This is Charlotte in the car on the trip home from the barn. The quality isn't so hot because it was very, very dark. That's my wonderful crotch you're also experiencing. She was so tiny and scared!
That would be Beastie, being pinned by Evan's hand before she devoured my face, phone, and Manhattan.
Charlotte is a bit older now, she looks a little more grown up these days. She is still pretty tiny for a cat and we don't know how big she's going to get. Redneck fact of the day: the more inbred your barn cats become, the smaller they get. No, I don't know where the extra toes come from.
And last but not least, this is the fateful day that Charlotte discovered Penny, the tortoise. Penny is now referred to as her full name, Pennywise, or her other nickname, Genghis Tortoise. LONG LIVE THE REPTILE.
Alright, that's enough Charlotte for now. These are Charlotte's parents:
Ignore my hair, plz.
They like each other. A lot. Which is a good thing.
Evan makes a lot of weird faces. This is one from Silverwood, while we waited in line to defy death on the rollercoaster "Tremors".
Shortly after our amusement park experience, Evan took me to the punk rock show. I will have you know he listens to Linkin Park, Keane, and the soundtracks to all the Star Wars movies. I don't quite know what to do with him, but he won Best Boyfriend of the Year after surprising me with tickets to Alkaline Trio a month into the relationship. Well done! And yes, I am that easy.
Unfortunately, he later told me that he was with child. We're handling the pregnancy as best we can...it's been hard, being the mother-father to what I think is his Darth Maul shrine's child, but we get by.
Alright. Tattoos! I got my tattoo WAY back in the day and my darling sister, Allison, took photos for me. She had never seen anyone get a tattoo and didn't understand exactly how it was done so I took her with me. She thought I was very brave.
That's Steve, working on my arm. He's the coolest guy ever. I was seriously went in with no concept of what I wanted. I told him I wanted coffins and the Alk3 heart. He just kind of made it up as he went a long.
That was right after Steve finished. TINGLY!
Mmmm...salve.
And these were after a couple of hours when the bandage came off. It's so pretty!! I love it and I receive about 50,000 questions on it every week when people come into the store or from randoms. It's a great way to find other Alk3 fans (of which there are, you know, 10 in the state). Nothing says "I love you" like some stranger shouting "IS THAT AN ALKALINE TRIO TAT?" in the lobby of a fast food restaurant. BFFs, that's me and yelling guy (who actually later introduced himself but it was funny nonetheless).
Okie dokie. That's really all I have for now folks. Anything crazy happen to you guys while I've been away? Is anyone dead? Has anyone written a magical, slash-filled opus of Green Day the last couple of months? Or an opus period? Or anything? :)
I have missed everything: Agony and Irony, and_ed's newfound love for SPN, stumphed (god, JOEY), Joss Whedon's new show Dollhouse, The Dark Knight, the fic, the EVERYTHING. I apologize.
In short, RL has kicked my ass. I'm now back in the throes of Arzafarby's after a huge catastrophe within the Happy Day Corporation. I am also no longer working at Hot Topic because, sadly, retail doesn't pay and it's also hella boring selling fucking Hello Kitty shit day after day. My best friend has moved home, and after living with her for 4 years, I feel as if someone has taken half of my soul. I miss you, ex-roomie!
However, not everything is bad! Everything is actually very, very good. For nearly 4 months I have been "officially" shacking up with a giant, handsome mechanical engineer who has a love of tennis, golf, Star Wars, and Leonardo DiCaprio. His name is Evan, but some of you who remember September of last year will know him as that co-worker of mine who got in that horrid car crash. Yeah, basically after he returned from that I started plotting. I like to take advantage of people in emotionally weakened states. It's how I roll...but he's fine now...we think.
In addition to the boy, I have acquired a little kitten. Her name is Charlotte, but for the most part we call her Beastie because she resembles something akin to a flesh-and-blood chainsaw. Or missile. It depends on her mood. She was a kitty in my parents' barn and very much the malnourished, emaciated runt. Evan and I stopped by the barn one day and liberated her and have nursed her back to a healthy, sharp-fanged demon cat. She's lovely.
There's been a lot more than that, as well. I saw Alkaline Trio in concert back in July. It was amazing, I hope to have video and pictures up soon. I touched Matt Skiba and hugged Derek, which was pretty damn cool. I got to elbow drunken sluts in the face, which was cathartic on many, many levels. I have basically burned all bridges with my mother and step-father, which sucks a fat one, but I'm slowly rallying. The Cobra (my mother for those of you who do not know of her true name) is mostly out of my life and despite the fact that it'd be awesome to have a mother who, you know, loves me, it's so nice to not hear from her all that much.
Anyway, that's enough blabbering. I have pictures of Evan, Charlotte, and my Alk3 tattoo (which I am SO late on showing, but meh) that I want to share, so enough chitchat. I like visual stimulation!
Okay, so first off, it is always good to start with cat pictures, because everyone loves those.
This is Charlotte. Unfortunately, Beastie is hard to capture on film because she is just as cute as Charlotte, though Beastie tends to move a lot quicker.
This is Charlotte in the car on the trip home from the barn. The quality isn't so hot because it was very, very dark. That's my wonderful crotch you're also experiencing. She was so tiny and scared!
That would be Beastie, being pinned by Evan's hand before she devoured my face, phone, and Manhattan.
Charlotte is a bit older now, she looks a little more grown up these days. She is still pretty tiny for a cat and we don't know how big she's going to get. Redneck fact of the day: the more inbred your barn cats become, the smaller they get. No, I don't know where the extra toes come from.
And last but not least, this is the fateful day that Charlotte discovered Penny, the tortoise. Penny is now referred to as her full name, Pennywise, or her other nickname, Genghis Tortoise. LONG LIVE THE REPTILE.
Alright, that's enough Charlotte for now. These are Charlotte's parents:
Ignore my hair, plz.
They like each other. A lot. Which is a good thing.
Evan makes a lot of weird faces. This is one from Silverwood, while we waited in line to defy death on the rollercoaster "Tremors".
Shortly after our amusement park experience, Evan took me to the punk rock show. I will have you know he listens to Linkin Park, Keane, and the soundtracks to all the Star Wars movies. I don't quite know what to do with him, but he won Best Boyfriend of the Year after surprising me with tickets to Alkaline Trio a month into the relationship. Well done! And yes, I am that easy.
Unfortunately, he later told me that he was with child. We're handling the pregnancy as best we can...it's been hard, being the mother-father to what I think is his Darth Maul shrine's child, but we get by.
Alright. Tattoos! I got my tattoo WAY back in the day and my darling sister, Allison, took photos for me. She had never seen anyone get a tattoo and didn't understand exactly how it was done so I took her with me. She thought I was very brave.
That's Steve, working on my arm. He's the coolest guy ever. I was seriously went in with no concept of what I wanted. I told him I wanted coffins and the Alk3 heart. He just kind of made it up as he went a long.
That was right after Steve finished. TINGLY!
Mmmm...salve.
And these were after a couple of hours when the bandage came off. It's so pretty!! I love it and I receive about 50,000 questions on it every week when people come into the store or from randoms. It's a great way to find other Alk3 fans (of which there are, you know, 10 in the state). Nothing says "I love you" like some stranger shouting "IS THAT AN ALKALINE TRIO TAT?" in the lobby of a fast food restaurant. BFFs, that's me and yelling guy (who actually later introduced himself but it was funny nonetheless).
Okie dokie. That's really all I have for now folks. Anything crazy happen to you guys while I've been away? Is anyone dead? Has anyone written a magical, slash-filled opus of Green Day the last couple of months? Or an opus period? Or anything? :)