Moody Meow

I am a misquito buffet.
Read the rest of this entry »

I think the rain cleared my head.
Read the rest of this entry »

Black monkeys dance in my office at home and on my desk at work.
Spawn lounges in D’s office.
The mini-kung-fu dude found a place to live on my bookshelf.

Your generosity and kindness shall not be forgotten.

Why is aggravating me such fun?
Read the rest of this entry »

It’s more difficult than you think.
Read the rest of this entry »

I worked out.
I made my muscles jello.
I am drinking a Mountain Dew
I talked to D.
I talked to a friend at work.
I made a pledge not to let judgements ruin my day.
I laughed, and I feel better.

Fuck you if you don’t like the fact that I got married on Halloween. Fuck you if you don’t like the fact that I am not a follower of Jesus the Christ. And fuck you for your unsubstantiated judgements about who I am and why I am the way I am because you see nothing more than dark hair, tattoos, and a different lifestyle. Keep your judgements to yourself. I don’t want the light of your religion because I can see its clarity in your shifting gaze. You won’t look me in the eye because I’m not like you. Fuck you because your Christ would not have wanted for you to act this way. It’s the same fucking problem I get into with all your kind. I know your religion, and at its core it is a good thing, full of love and understanding. But you and your “moral Christian values” have judged me. Because I wed on Halloween. Every moment of every day I feel your eyes bore into me. Now I understand why you hide in your office, you peice of unholy shit. Can’t mix with those who are different? Well understand this now, you fucking spawn of all things profane, I got married on a sacred holiday, and fuck you if you don’t understand that.

The world falls down about my ears, and the one thing that sets me off into a spiraling mess is the shitty picture I had to take for my new badge at work.
Read the rest of this entry »

Saturday, March 5th

Working on getting registered at different places, because, I love presents.

We are going to work on invitations this weekend, so I would like to reiterate: I need your mailing addresses. E-mail them to me. NOW!
That’s an ORDER!

Thank you. =)

Who knew Disney could wash away the strife and angst like a cleansing shower. I almost loved the Mouse yesterday. Almost.
Read the rest of this entry »

There is a guy standing at my fax machine.
Right next to him is the massive hole punch.
He’s in my way.
He won’t move.
He keeps crossing and uncrossing his arms, frowning at the evil fax machine.
He’s wearing a shirt the color of carrot-induced baby poop.
He’s staring at the fax machine, waiting for a fax.

Should I stab him in the leg with a pencil so he falls down, clearing the way to the hole punch?
Decisions, decisions.

The fires that burn my expatriate desires overwhelm me this morning.
Read the rest of this entry »

This list is just a suggestion.
Read the rest of this entry »

If you missed it, here’s the short version.
Read the rest of this entry »

We did it.
Read the rest of this entry »

It is going to be a good evening. It better be! I cleaned behind the toiliet!
Read the rest of this entry »

While the hot lights stirred the sweat on my nose, I smiled because I am doing my part to get Bush out of office.
Read the rest of this entry »

Vanya’s kitty just birthed my next baby. It’s a black, teeny, tiny kitten! Yay! I’m a mommy again!

I had a purpose once, but I lost it in the shuffle.
Read the rest of this entry »

Read the rest of this entry »