I want my stitches back.
Hello, fucking ow. The nurse practitioner is new, so I got to flirt with her without getting kerthwapped. The damned stitches didn't want to come out. Fuckers. I think I took too damned good a care of the damn things, they wanted to stay in.
Anyway. Nurse practitioner lady. Very nice, and didn't quite know what to make of me, but that's usual. I poured on the accent. I'm such a sneaky, sly, dirty bastard. ^^ She was looking at my file, and was frankly impressed that I'm still alive. She was like, "But, it looks like you've been domesticated..."
Oh the horror of that word. But I think about it, and it's so true. Do you think that five or six or seven years ago, I would be sitting in the doctor's office getting stitches out from getting cut with baby bottle glass? So not. More like, trying to sew my shit back together after face (and the rest) met pavement.
It's not that bad, being domesticated. It's a lot less painful. And I get ice cream and pets. *shh* Don't tell. He doesn't want anyone to know that he's a soft bitch. *maniacal laughter*
Yeah, he went to go pick up Lily. Bc I don't even think the word "bitch" in his presence. He probably knows I'm typing it right now, and will wreak vengeance on my poor little self.
He's gonna make me play Barbies with Lily. *shudder* I'm gonna take her tomorrow to get movies. She loves having slumber parties with her boys. And Julian bought a kitchen-full of snacks for her, she's gonna be jumping all around and acting a damned fool. Why do we give her sugar. We know it's wrong and foolish, but we do it anyway. What is wrong with us??
Thank GOD she's got her own room. (not that she'll sleep in it mind you, but at least she doesn't sleep in bed with ME and Kare, is more precise)
I wonder sometimes what it would have been like having Julian around when I was a kid. He's a damned awesome uncle to Lily and the twins (Sage, not so much, but that's because there's a personality clash there of epic proportions; and Just, not so much, but that's because Just doesn't get along with too much of anybody), I have to give him that, he really takes the time to actually make being somebody's uncle mean something.
Although it usually just includes buying her what she wants and doing exactly what she says. Not that that isn't the best (and I've found, only) way to deal with Lily unless you're Cleo or Asther.
But back to Julian. He's not sure how to be a dad to me right now, not without trying to run me, and that's not gonna happen. I've been on my own for too damned long, and even at home, I did what I wanted. I'd feel bad later, sure. But best to believe I was gonna do it anyway.
Anyway. It's just something I think about. I imagine it's different with him being my dad than being an uncle. Hell, I liked him a whole HELL of a lot more when I thought he was my uncle. He's such a shit sometimes. *fondly*
That's why I'm torturing him with the crickets. The geckos eat crickets, little baby pinhead ones, and Julian is terrified of them (in a manly way. Which only means that his screams are a little bit deeper) I keep putting pen caps and shit down his shirt, and he goes hollering and fussing. He's such a freakin' tattletale, he's always gotta carry tales to Kare. *pout*
Of course, Kare would rather beat him than torture him with crickets, but he doesn't mind if I do it.
I know this sounds mean, but you have to meet Julian to believe him. He's...he's an asshole. But not in an amateurish, trashy sort of way. No. He's a world-class professional asshole. He should get paid he's so good at it...and his charm lies in that he doesn't realize that he's an asshole. He's a stupid asshole, but he's smart and polished and charming...until he starts being an asshole.
Which, if he's breathing? Pretty much always.
Now I'm ranting. But I will say this, as much as I complain and fuss about him, it's not half as much as he complains and fusses about me. At least I do it to ya'll and Kare and the girlies, he's gotta spread it all around the family. And that pisses me off.
So that's why he's gonna get a carful of crickets if he keeps fucking with me. 'cause I could do it. And it would be so fuckin' awesome. *daydreams of sweet, sweet revenge*
I'm gone to go eat dinner, ya'll. Be good.
Anyway. Nurse practitioner lady. Very nice, and didn't quite know what to make of me, but that's usual. I poured on the accent. I'm such a sneaky, sly, dirty bastard. ^^ She was looking at my file, and was frankly impressed that I'm still alive. She was like, "But, it looks like you've been domesticated..."
Oh the horror of that word. But I think about it, and it's so true. Do you think that five or six or seven years ago, I would be sitting in the doctor's office getting stitches out from getting cut with baby bottle glass? So not. More like, trying to sew my shit back together after face (and the rest) met pavement.
It's not that bad, being domesticated. It's a lot less painful. And I get ice cream and pets. *shh* Don't tell. He doesn't want anyone to know that he's a soft bitch. *maniacal laughter*
Yeah, he went to go pick up Lily. Bc I don't even think the word "bitch" in his presence. He probably knows I'm typing it right now, and will wreak vengeance on my poor little self.
He's gonna make me play Barbies with Lily. *shudder* I'm gonna take her tomorrow to get movies. She loves having slumber parties with her boys. And Julian bought a kitchen-full of snacks for her, she's gonna be jumping all around and acting a damned fool. Why do we give her sugar. We know it's wrong and foolish, but we do it anyway. What is wrong with us??
Thank GOD she's got her own room. (not that she'll sleep in it mind you, but at least she doesn't sleep in bed with ME and Kare, is more precise)
I wonder sometimes what it would have been like having Julian around when I was a kid. He's a damned awesome uncle to Lily and the twins (Sage, not so much, but that's because there's a personality clash there of epic proportions; and Just, not so much, but that's because Just doesn't get along with too much of anybody), I have to give him that, he really takes the time to actually make being somebody's uncle mean something.
Although it usually just includes buying her what she wants and doing exactly what she says. Not that that isn't the best (and I've found, only) way to deal with Lily unless you're Cleo or Asther.
But back to Julian. He's not sure how to be a dad to me right now, not without trying to run me, and that's not gonna happen. I've been on my own for too damned long, and even at home, I did what I wanted. I'd feel bad later, sure. But best to believe I was gonna do it anyway.
Anyway. It's just something I think about. I imagine it's different with him being my dad than being an uncle. Hell, I liked him a whole HELL of a lot more when I thought he was my uncle. He's such a shit sometimes. *fondly*
That's why I'm torturing him with the crickets. The geckos eat crickets, little baby pinhead ones, and Julian is terrified of them (in a manly way. Which only means that his screams are a little bit deeper) I keep putting pen caps and shit down his shirt, and he goes hollering and fussing. He's such a freakin' tattletale, he's always gotta carry tales to Kare. *pout*
Of course, Kare would rather beat him than torture him with crickets, but he doesn't mind if I do it.
I know this sounds mean, but you have to meet Julian to believe him. He's...he's an asshole. But not in an amateurish, trashy sort of way. No. He's a world-class professional asshole. He should get paid he's so good at it...and his charm lies in that he doesn't realize that he's an asshole. He's a stupid asshole, but he's smart and polished and charming...until he starts being an asshole.
Which, if he's breathing? Pretty much always.
Now I'm ranting. But I will say this, as much as I complain and fuss about him, it's not half as much as he complains and fusses about me. At least I do it to ya'll and Kare and the girlies, he's gotta spread it all around the family. And that pisses me off.
So that's why he's gonna get a carful of crickets if he keeps fucking with me. 'cause I could do it. And it would be so fuckin' awesome. *daydreams of sweet, sweet revenge*
I'm gone to go eat dinner, ya'll. Be good.