Heart failure..soon, very soon
Ok, so we arrived in Mordor.
And I am pissed off.
Why?
Well, let me fucking tell you why...the stupid fucking movers nearly broke everything that were labeled or to be labeled "Fragile". Lamps were shattered, picture frames, glasses and plates were smashed, and a bunch of my pretty new skull decorations that are supposed to go in the yard have been completely demolished. But that isn't what really gets me, oh no....my precious fucking porcelian kitten figurines are all broken. ALL OF THEM! Even the really cute ballerina kitten :( It took a whole bottle of Jack and one whole day crying over my loss for the pain to ease.
The trip to Mordor was hell. The babies, usually very very good children decided they were going to cry. the. entire. fucking. time. I fed them, changed them, read them their stupid baby books, acted like a complete moron to give them some form of entertainment, tried even encouraging them to pull out my nipple ring and CAUSE ME COMPLETE FUCKING PAIN JUST SO THEY COULD BE HAPPY BECAUSE ERU FUCKING KNOWS HOW MUCH THEY ENJOY SEEING ME HURT..but they still cried. (Although Kubrick did manage to give a half-assed attempt to rip my nipple ring out but apparently I seemed to have displeased him with my mediocore whimper.) Anyway, point is they wouldn't stop until they fell asleep. Then Ingrid my beloved harpymander had to be caged during the trip and she was just not pleased, so she starting fucking shrieking and thrashing about making my goblins go schitzo and the little bastards decided to jump around all over the place and one even nipped, an already annoyed, Foof muffin's ankles. Of course Glorfie kicked the poor little thing and even though at that point even I was wishing the little fuckers were being eaten by Buzz, I had to stick up for them (it's the cute big shiny eyes that fill with tears damnit...how can you not stick up for them?) so that led to an argument which somehow led to me grooming Tangerine and wanting to kill myself for lack of anything else helping get rid of my steadily growing migraine.
And then I was glared at by Andronicus. >_<
Then there's the apartment. It smells like orcs. I hate orcs, Absinthe hates orcs, Ingrid hates orcs and Kubrick hates everything.
I'm still not speaking to Glorfie...well, much. So far I've managed to be mad at him for like 30 whole minutes and keep my angry face on.
Great, fucking goblins keep RUMMAGING THROUGH THE FUCKING BOXES!!!
I'm going to have a heart attack.
And I am pissed off.
Why?
Well, let me fucking tell you why...the stupid fucking movers nearly broke everything that were labeled or to be labeled "Fragile". Lamps were shattered, picture frames, glasses and plates were smashed, and a bunch of my pretty new skull decorations that are supposed to go in the yard have been completely demolished. But that isn't what really gets me, oh no....my precious fucking porcelian kitten figurines are all broken. ALL OF THEM! Even the really cute ballerina kitten :( It took a whole bottle of Jack and one whole day crying over my loss for the pain to ease.
The trip to Mordor was hell. The babies, usually very very good children decided they were going to cry. the. entire. fucking. time. I fed them, changed them, read them their stupid baby books, acted like a complete moron to give them some form of entertainment, tried even encouraging them to pull out my nipple ring and CAUSE ME COMPLETE FUCKING PAIN JUST SO THEY COULD BE HAPPY BECAUSE ERU FUCKING KNOWS HOW MUCH THEY ENJOY SEEING ME HURT..but they still cried. (Although Kubrick did manage to give a half-assed attempt to rip my nipple ring out but apparently I seemed to have displeased him with my mediocore whimper.) Anyway, point is they wouldn't stop until they fell asleep. Then Ingrid my beloved harpymander had to be caged during the trip and she was just not pleased, so she starting fucking shrieking and thrashing about making my goblins go schitzo and the little bastards decided to jump around all over the place and one even nipped, an already annoyed, Foof muffin's ankles. Of course Glorfie kicked the poor little thing and even though at that point even I was wishing the little fuckers were being eaten by Buzz, I had to stick up for them (it's the cute big shiny eyes that fill with tears damnit...how can you not stick up for them?) so that led to an argument which somehow led to me grooming Tangerine and wanting to kill myself for lack of anything else helping get rid of my steadily growing migraine.
And then I was glared at by Andronicus. >_<
Then there's the apartment. It smells like orcs. I hate orcs, Absinthe hates orcs, Ingrid hates orcs and Kubrick hates everything.
I'm still not speaking to Glorfie...well, much. So far I've managed to be mad at him for like 30 whole minutes and keep my angry face on.
Great, fucking goblins keep RUMMAGING THROUGH THE FUCKING BOXES!!!
I'm going to have a heart attack.