They're big enough then, but this pic is years ago! God-DAMN, when the hell did that happen?
why yes, I am the cutest child ever. and i have a ginger sister.
pssst....I'm the short one. my sister is still ginger. but I am rockin' that shredded, beaded, fuschia t-shirt baby!
the Thing was awesome. Anything that would get us to Grants from Bluewater was awesome, but the Thing remains in a league of its own.
about me??? I feel old and young at the same time. I see my kids who are as tall as I am and having puberties, and it scares the shit out of me and makes me feel soooo old. But I see ‘old people’ and their stuff, the Eagles, or Bingo, and I know I’m not an old lady. But I guess I’m somewhere in between. Not young, not old. Just frustrated. (I’m 30. Don’t tell anyone.) They don’t card me for liquor anymore. oy vey.
I’m a crazy cat lady. Doesn’t mean I’m alone, I’m usually not. I’m young and tasty enough to have a man around, but he ain’t Prince Charming. or even Shrek. But he can start the lawn mower. But he, whoever he might be, has to be down with my pussies. I like to have lots. Four or five at least. The more the merrier. My kids are old enough to scoop litter boxes, so why not???
I love to read. Don’t give me a crap bodice-ripper romance novel, though. I love science fiction and fantasy, horror and some mystery. I worship at the shrine of Robert A. Heinlein, the Grand Master of Science Fiction. Many others have come after him, and I love them all. Stephen King is a master in his own world, which is horror and intensity and fantasy and mind all together. The Dark Tower is just a miracle of writing, about 25 pounds worth of it.
I love music but I don’t do anything with it but listen, so I’m not all musical. I don’t want to analyze it, I don’t really want to branch out too much, I just want to listen to the shit I like. Which is a little bit of most everything, but don’t push it. Green Day, right this second. Groovies.
Oh yeah, I have some kids. 2 boys. By now they are both enormous, nearly as tall as me which doesn’t take much, but still, they’re my damn kids! I can still kick their asses, and they know it. Gotta keep plenty of fear, or they’ll run over you. I think they’re turning out pretty well, though. We spend a lot of time with Boy Scouts, and they don’t spend a whole lot of time unsupervised. Parents that just ain’t with it and don’t give a shit ought to be whipped with a cat-o-nine-tails. And I’ll help. Because their fuckin kids start shit with my boys.
I have a boyfriend. He lives here. He can start the lawnmower. Somehow, he’s worth more than I am. We’re both unemployed, and he gets twice as much Unemployment guv’ment dollars as I do. Which I don’t get, because I have a college degree. He has experience doing stuff with networks. It all goes by what you got paid at your last steady job, and he was overpaid, and I was horrifically underpaid. My boss will agree to that, but it’s a family business, and they’re lovely people. So I stayed for a while. whatthefuckever.
I hate everything. I hate everyone. Fuck it all. There’s only so much Prozac & it’s little cousins can do. My world sucks. You’re better off elsewhere. Welcome, anyhow.
