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I'm · Not · A · Psychopath, · I'm · A · Sociopath
Homicidal Wonderings
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I watched the Charlie Brown Christmas special last night. I love that damn show. It's the only Christmas special I watch.
It was snowing here, now it is sleeting. Going home should be buttloads of fun and good times.
I had a relapse on feeling sad about Formerly Cute IS Guy. I don't know why. It just has been making me feel bad and sad and stuff all over again. Maybe because I'm talking with 3 cute guys, all of whom seem to profess an actual interest in me, but can't seem to figure out to ACTUALLY ASK ME OUT ON A DATE or something like that. So it's like, flashbacks of last year.
And of course, working with Formerly Cute IS Guy doesn't help. It's no longer a stab in the heart to see him, but this past week it's been like, what was wrong with ME as opposed to the correct way of thinking which would be - he's an idiot.
I'll get over this but it's annoying me to pieces that I even still have something to get over. And cute boys are annoying me as well because they are being idiots.
Here's a hint: IF YOU LIKE ME, ASK ME OUT. I'd ask you out, but I've played that game already and my conclusion is that while most guys SAY they like that, they really don't. So I'm not doing it again.
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Yes, I am singing Christmas carols already, and I don't care if you don't like it. The Waitresses Christmas Wrap is fucking genius.
And it's only 20 more sleeps before I can go to my parents house.
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The Waitresses | |
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So, I need to try to understand something. If the majority of women in this country wear a size 14 and over, why is it exactly that clothing companies don't cater to us?
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Laura Ingraham, and I have no idea who she is, took over hosting for Bill O'Reilly last week, when Mr. O'Reilly was apparently not at work, because he had people to annoy or something. So she spent part of her hostessing duties talking about why it is that feminists hate Sarah Palin. www.washingtoncitypaper.com/blogs/sexist/2009/11/04/feminists-hate-sarah-palin-because-she-lost-her-baby-weight/
Now, I am a feminist. Guess what? I don't hate Sarah Palin. I don't admire her either, but I don't hate her. I dislike her politics. Oh do I dislike that. But hatred? Why bother? I have more hatred for those fucking assholes in Saabs who cut me off in traffic.
Let's examine the reasons I supposedly hate Sarah Palin.
1. I am a childess spinster. Therefore, I must hate Sarah Palin, who is married with children. Working along this theory, I should hate my mom as well.
2. I hate her because she has a cute husband. Never mind that I don't think the man is particularly bright, which, to me, negates any physical attractiveness one might have. Nope, she's married to a cute man, thus, I hate her.
3. I hate her because she lost her baby weight. Yes. Feminists everywhere detest Sarah Palin because we're a bunch of fatties and we're jealous because she took off her baby weight. Okay, I realize that it's sacreligious to not be on a diet when I'm fat, but I'm not. Nor do I give a shit about other women's weight.
4. I hate her because I'm a woman. Um. So, I must loathe myself? Where is the logic in this?
5. I hate her because she's pro-life. No. I dislike that she thinks I should be pro-life, but her stance on abortion is her choice.
6. I hate her because she's against everything I stand for. Again, I dislike her politics, but I don't hate her. I dislike her politics. Hello? Can we see the difference? No. We can't.
Why do I expect anything different from someone who is subbing for Bill Frakkin O'Reilly? I shouldn't. But these were just too good not to share.
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Sugar | |
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What I wanted to do this weekend:
Go to archery
See ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) furtim's </span></span></span></span></span> play.
Do a nice Samhain ritual.
Go on a date.
What I did do this weekend:
Go to archery and go down 24 points in score.
Lay tile all afternoon.
Did a Samhain ritual that I'm still like, eh, over.
Get blown off for date.
Laying tile is not a fun way to spend the afternoon, let me tell you.
And as for my date for Sunday? Seriously, just fucking TEXT me or something to say no thank you, you became not interested in the time that elapsed since Thursday. Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with men? Why are some of you so fucking stupid? You know, after Formerly Cute IS Guy I was hoping that at least any potential datees would be better on the communication front. I was apparently incorrect about that.
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Dear Sephora,
It's less than 2 months until Christmas. Is this seriously all you're offering for holiday makeup palettes? Really? This is it?
I hate you.
Love,
The Queen of Evil
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I am still trying to find the perfect red lipstick. I was going to ask at MAC on Friday, but never got around to it.
It was a fun class, different than what I thought it would be - I had thought we would be doing our own makeup, but we didn't. We had a demonstration by this fabulous makeup artist, then traipsed back to the store for making up. I had my eyes done with the Devil May Care eyeshadow palette, which I'm wearing today. I haven't worn that much eyeshadow in years, but it looked good. In fact, the only thing I wasn't happy with was my eyebrows - they looked purple. My eyebrows are reddish brown, or they're supposed to be.
I did get the Dazzleglass in Amourous, which is a great darker red. It comes out red too, instead of pinky red, like most reds do on me, so that was nice.
I also got the House of Mirth Deep lip kit, which had this nice, I don't know what color to call it, like, a rosewood lipstick, and a red-y bronze-y Dazzleglass. It's not what I would have chosen on my own, but it came out great, so I picked it up.
I hope they have another class soon - I'd love to go to another one.
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WHich may or may not be the actual line in that song. I don't care, that's how I sing it.
I'm attending a MAC makeup class this afternoon. I'm both looking forward to it and being slightly jaded about it, like I've attended HUNDREDS of MAC makeup classes before or something. Which I have not. I haven't attended a one. But today I shall. I just hope they don't try to make me use moisturizer. Fuck moisturizer.
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RHCP | |
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I'm not really sure about the MAC holiday collection. Everything is either too light or too brown. Brown is fine for eyeshadow, but I'm not buying a brown lip gloss, no how, no way.
The Lush holiday collection looks FABULOUS and I want to buy all of it right now. I don't think that will be happening, but I can dream. There is a bath bomb that smells like apples. I wants it. And Snow Showers shower jelly is back, oh for the happy!
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Goldfrapp | |
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Things I did this weekend: Practiced so much archery on Friday that my middle finger went numb. Walked 3 - 4 miles in the POURING RAIN on Saturday for diabetes. Got my first archery accessory for said numb middle finger - a finger tab! Walked 3 - 4 miles in drizzle for Breast Cancer on Sunday. Would have walked more, but as blisters necessitated two first aid station visits, figured I could get away with doing the shorter route for once. That was my weekend. I is tired. And blistery.
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SaltnPepa | |
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I am now Master Bowman, instead of just Bowman.
Thank you. I am that awesome.
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Eisbrecher | |
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If I win the lottery, I'm buying a boyfriend. Yeah. I am. Men buy girlfriends, why can't I buy a guy?
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Rammstein | |
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If shoulder pads are coming back, I am not wearing them. Won't, can't make me. I didn't like them in 80s, I like them even less now.
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Smithereens | |
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How is archery going?
Archery is going fucking fabulous and I love it to little tiny bits.
I almost doubled my score from last week, and I still out-shot both of the young men in my class. Well, they're probably early thirties, but I can call them young men.
Oh, and since I shot over a 100, I got a little prize - a little patch that says "Bowman" because I'm that good.
I am so in love with doing this it's like, when the hell is it going to be Saturday again so I can shoot?
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A woman in my group suggested that I make a list of things that I would like to do to Formerly Cute IS Guy, as a way of getting over my anger. So, here it is, in no particular order.
1. Rub his face against a cheese grater.
2. Force him to listen to NKOTB until he loves them.
3. Tell him he can't have nice shoes because he sucks.
4. Point out his receding hairline to him. Repeatedly.
5. Hamstring him.
6. Play the knife game from the movie Aliens with him, but miss.
7. Tell everyone at work that he cried during My Bloody Valentine.
8. Remove his tattoos with battery acid.
9. Take him to a gun range and out-shoot him.
10. Make his cats puke on him.
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I'm having one of those times when I'm just irritable and moody and bitchy and nothing is making me happy. I'm lonely, rejected, and crabby.
Also, if I thought I was dying, I don't think I'd want Brock Sampson to sing "Move This" to me. I think I'd rather he sing "Miss You" by the Stones or something.
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Here's the thing, I'm not going to be rude to you, but I'm also through with being considerate of your damn feelings. You never seemed to give a shit about mine, so I think it's just fair that I should return the favour. You fucking jerk.
I wish I could get over feeling rejected, that's what stings the most. It's like, I wasn't good enough. I'll never be good enough.
Fuck people.
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The Farm | |
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Thank you, wonderful ladies at GoFugYourself. I too am afeared of Ginger Spice's reluctance to go outside wearing pants, for she is no Lady Gaga, that's for sure. LOOK INTO PANTS!
In other news, damp.
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So, let me get this straight, according to the guy who owns Whole Foods, 2/3rds of this country are overweight, and 1/3 is obese.
So, if that's true, there should be no skinny people whatsoever.
So, if we work this hypothesis along to it's logical conclusion, then skinny people are the aberration, and us fatties are the normal, since WE ARE THE MAJORITY.
And if anyone questions me, I'm gonna take my fat Irish ass and I'm gonna sit on them until they suffocate.
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The Mission UK | |
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Ohmyhead. I go to GoFugYourself a lot, because I love to see that just because one is rich and famous, and has a "hot" body, and, one would think, an entire team of stylists at one's command, doesn't mean that you look good.
And sometimes, I just sit there and say to myself, wtf, who let you out of the house like that? I mean, seriously, some of these people, doesn't anyone love them enough to say, hey, maybe you should wear underwear? Or that maybe high waisted jeans don't look good on anyone, even deathly thin 18 year olds?
Granted, I am not what ANYONE would consider a fashion plate. But, you know, at least I know that my underwear goes INSIDE my clothes.
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