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Tequila!

2007-06-01T22:37:00Z

Ok, so this was supposed to be a few friends getting together to watch the game. So when the guest list grew, I was surprised. And when the hired bartender arrived, I was more surprise. And when the caterer arrived and Rebecca came down looking like we were going to the fucking Oscars, I began to wonder what I'd gotten myself into. I just wanted to watch the game.

Obligated

2006-04-14T16:52:16Z

The first 10 people to comment on this post get to request a drabble (real drabble: 100 words exactly) from you. In return, they have to post this in their journal and write a drabble for you. Post all fandoms you're willing to write for. (This is optional; you don't HAVE to do it in return, but it would be pretty spiffy if you did.)

Your friends can pick a relationship, a story arc, a missing scene, or pretty much anything they want, unless the author has previously mentioned that they will not write it. They comment with what they want, and you write drabbles and post it in your LiveJournal.

I wanted batgirl to write a story for me, so I had to do this. Please, no one take me up on this. ;-)

I need a pretty journal!

2006-03-20T21:42:45Z

*bats eyelashes* Will someone make me a pretty journal?

I'm in love with a Boxeeeeerrrrrr

2006-03-20T21:39:12Z

Ok, an anonymous source (fractal_bat) has requested I update my journal once in a blue moon. (insert Joe Pesci accent) So here's your fricken update!

My hedgehog, Connor, has aggressive bone cancer. Willis, my dachshund, had two broken teeth that I had to get removed. So, I am just a bundle of stress with an empty bank account. Yaaaay! But Willis is seemingly doing fine now. We had a talk and he understands that he is never allowed to die, so the rest of his teeth have to last him another hundred years.

Poor Connor, on the other hand, only has months left, if that. I had the tumor removed, but it came back within days. So today I decided to have it removed again because his quality of life is still too good to put him to sleep.

My boxer, Bosco, is physically healthy, but mentally deranged. Know how we can get him to come in from the backyard? We show him a water bottle. That's how much that boxer loves water. Hmm, what else...puppy classes loom over the horizon and I am going to start rock climbing as soon as I can afford it. I need to recover from the vet bills first.

Oh, and for those of you who don't know, my boyfriend and I bought a house late last year and we are finally beginning work on it. We've started serious demo and have now gutted one bathroom and we're ripping up the floor in the guest bedroom to reclaim the wood. I never thought I would be into it, but it's really exciting! Maybe I'll post pictures once it's finished...that is if I can figure out how to post pictures on here! Hey, I get paid for my editing skills, not my computer skills.

I don't know what else to write. How's that, batty?

2punk_rock4this @ 2005-06-05T02:21:00

2005-06-05T06:27:47Z

So, as I was uploading new icon pics for this journal today, I noticed how I tend to like people with orangey/red hair. So, naturally, I began to think that maybe I should dye my hair. I can't go more than six months without wanting to majorly change my hair colour. Unfortunately for me, every job I have prevents me from going purple, so I have to stay within the confines of 'normal' colour. But orange is pretty normal, right? Right!

P.S. Boys are retarded. Evidence: Top Truck Challenge

2punk_rock4this @ 2005-06-01T11:59:00

2005-06-01T16:01:37Z

This is a funny little quiz I saw in someone else's journal:

Take the What
animal best portrays your sexual appetite?? Quiz

Check it out!

Half-assed update!

2005-05-30T22:55:27Z

I wanted to write something since I haven't posted since February! I moved, got a cool job, met a great guy, and everything is going really well. However, no matter how hard I try, I can't stay away from the online gaming. And once you join one, it's only a matter of days before you spiral downward into 3,000 games. So, I'm riding it for now since I am behind a computer for more than 40 hours a week. I will try to update in more detail and more often soon, but no one reads this, so it doesn't really matter. ;-)

What? No NHL Season?!?!?!?

2005-02-18T14:26:00Z

I haven't posted in this in ages, but the cancellation has driven me back to rant for a minute. I cannot believe the league and the players couldn't come to an agreement to save the 2005 NHL season and their livelihood!
At first, I was so angry at the money-grubbing players who could refused to agree to a salary cap, even though the league is in dire need of one. The players wanted to assure they could make their $50 million salaries, even if it meant no one could afford a ticket to watch the games! No fans, no money, no jobs. That was clear to everyone, and eventually they caught on. They agreed to a $49 million team salary cap. The league thought it was $6 million too high, and alas, the season was canceled. And no one knows if there will be a season next year! This is the first time in over 80 years that there is no Stanley Cup Champion.
So, what do I do with my May and June is I have no playoffs to obsess over? This sucks!
Rant officially over. I hope everyone is doing well. I miss everyone!

Username?

2004-07-24T00:53:59Z

As some of you may or may not be thinking, what's up with the username? Well, being an MTV junkie, I'll leave it up to you to figure out where it's from. I know, I'm a stinker.

So, I've only got two people on my friends list. Hi Aud, hi Greg. :-) We have the makings of comic book characters. Fishnet avengers. And this is what I'm doing with all my free time now that I've moved, have no friends, and no job. Waste more time journaling. What's the worst that can happen? I become a recluse. Anyone know the number for Meals on Wheels?

I am so bored, I could scratch my eyeballs out. Or, to keep this Darla-relevant, eat them. Gotta get my own shit going on.

I didn't want to respond to your post for all to see, but I do have something to say to you. I'm not gonna tell you you're not a bad guy or tell you that you're not a disappointment because what I say or think is irrelevant. What you think is all that matters. You, my friend, should listen to the U2 song "Stuck in a Moment". If you think you're a disappointment, that's all you will ever see and feel. You are letting life happen to you instead of making your own way. To make yourself truly happy, you will probably disappoint and alienate many of those close to you. That's the harsh reality. But how you feel about yourself is all that matters. And right now you're feeling pretty crappy. Fuck everyone else. Do what you need to do to make yourself feel better and to get out of this rut. Start your own journey. If people want to go along with you, great. If others don't, you don't need them. If people truly care about you, they will value your happiness over their own selfish wants. We're all young. It's not too late to do anything. Not too late to change old habits, to accomplish what we want to accomplish, to be the people we want to be, or to start dreaming, start setting goals, start creating our lives the way WE want them to be, not the way anyone else dictates them to be. Looking for external happiness is a quick fix, but it's dangerous because it can disappear in the blink of an eye. People die, people move, relationships end. Make yourself happy and proud of what you see in the mirror. Those who truly, truly care about you will still be around.

Ok, I'm done rambling for the evening...until my boredom strikes again.