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FUCKING FUNNY DUDE!
HOLY RUSTED METAL, BATMAN!
March 6, 2010
By Jane Disdain in nerdiness
What the fuck is up with guys lately. I mean for fucking real. I don’t come off as a heinous bitch do I? Don’t answer that.
What happened was…
I drove Dad to the comic store. We got every week now so we get out of the house. We get there and there’s a few guys in the place, nothing unusual. I’m usually the only girl in there anyway. Well, there’s this red headed guy, who I will now call Mr. Ginger from this point on, that I’ve seen in there a few times already. He hangs around for a bit and has a convo with Dad and Jamie (the guy that works there).
I notice that on occasion he’ll look over at me. I’m standing way out of the conversation zone and I keep staring at him too. He has a southern drawl, but he seems to be very intelligent. When they get to a genre of movies I watch, I join in.
He says that Rob Zombie’s House of a 1000 Corpses and Devil’s Rejects were great movies. I stated "No. They’re a bunch of rednecks out in the middle of nowhere that kill people. They did that with Texas Chainsaw." He was like "It had Free Bird at the end of it! That makes it good!" I said "No it doesn’t. It just means its a good enough song to survive over the decades." Jamie said "That’s a very valid and good argument." Mr. Ginger seemed kind of shocked in a "Wow. I got told and it was polite. I commend you!"
He kept giving off an air about him. Like he wanted to ask for my number, but Dad was standing around there and crap. WHAT IS WRONG WITH GUYS!? I MEAN SERIOUSLY! IF YOU WANT A FUCKING NUMBER, ASK! HOLY FUCKING SHIT.
Findmucks.
March 4, 2010
By Jane Disdain in confession
Ever get to that point where you expect things to happen and when they do, you feel slightly bad, slightly awkward, and just nod your head and go to bed?
Yeah… Totally feeling that way right now. Its a total mind fuck when it happens. Its like a surreal moment of floating in bliss and being shot with a double barrel shot gun at the same time, but you’re still alive with the euphoric feeling with exhilaration and the painful misery of crap… Like that makes any sense but the feeling doesn’t!
Often I wonder what it would be like to be totally insane with drugs to keep you entirely out of the real world and just meandering along in your own little world.
Being replaced sucks.
Being used sucks.
But I saw it all coming. 
I’m use to being jerked around apparently. Obviously too use to it that I’ve started to act like its a normal thing. That speaks highly of my character and it also speaks highly of the company I keep. I need to fix a lot of shit and crack some skulls.
Hurray! Fuck.
Because Graylan said so again.
March 4, 2010The pier.
March 4, 2010
By Jane Disdain in advice
Ever stand at the end of that short pier when you want to take the long walk? You stop at the end and stare over the edge with just your heels holding you onto the wood. You stare down and look at everything that made you feel that way in the ripples of the water…
Heartache from being used.
Worry of loss of people you hold dear.
Loss of a job and fear of finding another as soon as possible.
Constant arguments with close friends.
Anger from deceit.
Lies leaving you questioning everyone.
Feeling alone in a crowded room.
All of these are reasonable reactions to many different things in your life. To not feel the slightest negativity from them would mean you were crazy and were eligible for a padded room (or you had amazing drugs already). But if you felt too much from them and didn’t pick which of them was the more important to face, you will easily drown when you take that last step.
As you feel the water come up over your head, you debate as your lungs start to burn if you should thrash through the water to the surface or just sink into the black abyss below. Ever think in your head that maybe, JUST MAYBE, you could wake up tomorrow and a miracle could happen? Many strange instances have happened to make it possible that a lot of your problems could fix themselves for the better by the time you wake up in your bed the next morning.
But what if you allow yourself to sink and open your mouth for a gasp of oxygen and get a mouth of water instead? Would it ever cross your mind that maybe you would be leaving behind those who love you? Those people who would drop anything and everything to help you out, hold you up when you fall and catch you before you do? Ever think that maybe giving up would be the worse thing to happen to you no matter what the other problems entail? Maybe you should take a little more thought and start pushing with your legs against the water and climbing with your arms.
Maybe you didn’t that last step to get in over your head. Maybe you took one back and turned around to face the most important of problems, the one that would affect you the most no matter the other’s you face. The one that could have a horrible outcome and leave you aching all over in many different ways. Do you deal? Or do you turn back around?
These are the things that make us human. These are things we all go through, whether one at a time or all at once. One thing can be faced at a time or else you will easily walk off that pier. Take a deep breath and keep a level head. That’s about all you can do sometimes.
Now the question is, Do you turn around or do you take another step?
Because Graylan said so.
March 3, 2010Mr. S.
March 2, 2010
By Jane Disdain in dreams
WHAT IN THE FUCKING HELL HAPPENS TO MAKE A LOT OF THIS SHIT POSSIBLE IN REAL LIFE!? I MEAN REALLY!
Ok. Here’s the deal…
Earlier I told Pinks about my dreams lately, except for the one about having Liam’s baby. Before I even got sick, I’d been having dreams that I could remember having a blonde guy in them. His face was square jawed, his eyes would change colors like mine, his voice I couldn’t describe other than sounding like violins, and his sideburns were a darker color than his blonde hair. It would be he and I in different eras in time and in different situations.
She stated that it would possibly be someone I am going to meet in the future or something. I can’t remember everything.
Well, a couple hours after the conversation, I got a txt from Myspace saying I had a message from someone we have dubbed Mr. S for Mr. Suspicious.
I looked at the message on my inbox on myspace and was speachless. It said: “I wanna be your man, is this a possibility?” I look closer at his myspace pic. He has sandy blonde hair with darker facial hair and light colored eyes like mine.
(I go to txt Bill to tell him to get online to tell him about the whole thing and BAM! He pops up! Saved me the trouble. )
So I was intrigued by this and we conversed back and forth on myspace for about half an hour or an hour. He’s…interesting. I kind of hope he adds me as a friend and we can talk more.
I did find out he’s 30, well within my age range! Lets see what happens. Time to play cautious.
Holy shit what a day.
February 27, 2010
By Jane Disdain in confession, dreams
And a morning. Seriously.
I finally got SOME sleep. I passed out last night at about 10 pm and woke up at 2:30 am to a dirty txt. It was funny, made me laugh, and I stayed wide awake ever since. That’s about 4.5 hours, maybe.
Well, after sitting around on my fat ass the rest of the night, I went and tried to lay down to get some more sleep. WRONG. I laid there. Then I got a phone call from someone and wound up staying up until about 6 something talking to the person. Then I finally managed to pass out at 7 something am. I slept until 4 pm. THE FUCKING DREAMS I HAD WERE BATSHIT CRAZY!
I dreamt that I was trying to bust out of this facility. While I was in the facility in hiding, I wound up getting laid. Normally that wouldn’t be a problem, but I wound up pregnant from that one lay. (IN THE DREAM IT WAS MY FIRST. FUUUUUUUUH!) When we made it out, me and the baby’s daddy got separated and later found each other.
A couple months later, he manages to track me down. He’s met up with his family. They’re all gypsies and are outside my house in the front yard and back yard and sides of the house. They stay out of my house though, thank God.
The baby’s father turns out to be Liam. For those of you who know Liam are probably screaming and/or face palming at this moment. Sorry. I haven’t recovered from it yet either and I’ve been awake for nearly 5 hours with other things in between.
Moving on…
I wound up driving again today and found myself going slow at red lights, pulling out in front of people and not doing the speed limit right away, and taking turns entirely too slow in traffic. I even sat there when people kept pulling up on my bumper. I didn’t care. Apparently I’ve gone bipolar from over feeling things to not feeling much about anything at all. I wish it would just stay with the 2nd option, it makes me feel better.
After we got back…
I saw Lil T trotting across my parents’ front yard with something brown in his mouth. I chased him down and he put down the pile of brown feathers and left it. I was called inside because Hawaii was under a Tsunami watch. When I had the chance to go back, the bird had circlets on its feathers. It wasn’t like one I had seen. I went and got Dad and he got a flashlight and we both looked. I used the shovel to roll it over. It had a long bill, long legs, and naturally no tail (or at least not much of one). I had never seen it before. I wound up burying it because two rival tom cats fighting over an odd bird doesn’t sound good.
I put a cinderblock over the mound so animals wouldn’t dig it up and I wouldn’t have to rebury it. The poor thing.
We later looked it up. We think its this:
Driving while pissed.
February 26, 2010
By Jane Disdain in breakdowns
Now that I’m not throwing up constantly or feeling like I’m going to die from having alien try and crawl out of my body, I can actually post a fucking blog.
I don’t know if anything has happened over the past couple days. I really don’t care. This is more of a bitching post than it is of anything else.
I CAN’T GET BEHIND THE WHEEL OF THE FUCKING CAR WITHOUT A GOD DAMN LECTURE OF SOME SORT! I went to turn into our street and we had a fucking jeep Cherokee tailgating us so I took the turn a little fast and got bitched out for it. I COULD SEE THE FUCKING DRIVER’S FACE IN GREAT DETAIL. Even if I had stopped or slowed down just a bit, the fucking cunt probably WOULD HAVE STILL FUCKING HIT US!
I DON’T WANT TO FUCKING DRIVE ANYMORE IF I GET A FUCKING LECTURE EVERY GOD DAMN TIME I’M BEHIND THE WHEEL! “You shouldn’t do this. You shouldn’t do that.” I appreciate the advice, BUT HOLY FUCKING SHIT! LOOK AT IT FROM MY POINT OF VIEW! I HAVE NO INSURANCE! NONE! ONE CAR ACCIDENT, AND WHO FUCKING KNOWS WHAT WILL HAPPEN! Not to mention everyone in the god damn family is fucking jobless and Dad’s unemployment is the only god damn source of income. LIKE WE CAN FUCKING AFFORD ANOTHER CAR! EVEN IF ITS THE OTHER FUCKING DRIVER’S GOD DAMN FAULT HE FUCKING HIT US! INSURANCE COMPANIES DON’T FUCKING PAY SHIT!
FUCK!
FUCK THE WHOLE THING! I’m fucking tempted to “mysteriously” lose my permit. FUCK THIS!
(I also got lectured about txting at a redlight. Its a state law not to, but Dad went ape shit about it and ape shit about the fucking jeep. I have PMS so bad and I feel like crying.)
