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Well, that's certainly something interesting to wake up to.

If something is misunderstood, I'm quick to correct it. Especially if it's something I've said that I didn't mean to come across that way. I don't blame anyone for it, I don't get pissed off-- I simply fix it.
When it's something that would have come up again anyway, why bother putting it off? May as well get everything taken care of as soon as possible.

Now, again, I don't get angry when this happens.
I do, however, get angry when there's a big to-do over it. If it's something that would have come up again, from a different source, in say.. a day, a week, or however long? Yes, I'm going to get pretty upset when there's such a fuss.

To think that someone would get put-out over something so small and easily fixed is positively infuriating. Really, the fact that talking to me over an issue is that big a deal is kinda sad.

Yes, this post is probably going to get people ruffled. I realize that there might be talk, and more talk, but I really don't care right now. This situation, or what I'm seeing of it at least, is just fucking ridiculous.

Luckily, I have other things to worry about. My husband, my child, and so forth. Which means that within the next few hours, I'll go from pissed off to only marginally irritated.

Feel whatever way you want about this. I really don't care at this point. But do note, I usually don't do this, so yes, there is a problem. And no, I wouldn't mind discussing it.



Recap: Discussing/solving an issue does not piss me off. Throwing a tantrum about doing so does.


Bullshit seconded.
I think more sleep is in order.

Fuck everything.

Well, that was fun. :|d

Tahat/Charles/Char? Thank you for a lovely evening. Best homofight EVER. |D


Yes, it was so epic it deserved a special post. BITE ME. >:3


Off to bed, off to bed~ ♥

Just once, I'd like to be the bad guy everyone makes me out to be. Or at least, the one they make me feel like.

Then I wouldn't give a shit at all. It would be refreshing, I'm certain of it.

PICK ANY RP CHARACTER I HAVE EVER PLAYED and I will ATTEMPT to answer the following questions about him/her/it.

01. Full name
02. Best friend
03. Sexuality
04. Favorite color
05. Relationship status
06. Ideal mate
07. Turn-ons
08. Last sexual experience
09. Favorite food
10. Crushes
11. Favorite music
12. Biggest fear
13. Biggest fantasy
14. Quirks in bed
15. Bad habits
16. Biggest regret
17. Best kept secrets
18. Last thought
19. Worst sexual/romantic experience
20. Biggest insecurity

Figured it was about time I did one of these things. :|

Hnn.

Not the best way of going about things, considering my mindset.

C'est la vie, que sera sera, und ebenfalls.



Morgen ist mit heute im Typ verbunden.

OOOOOOUUUUUUNNNNNNNH!!!1 DX



WTF. :| Just..

... :|

Eeeeeeeeeeeee~! *^* So productive tonight~!! Now, to cross the fingers and hope hope hope everything works out as planned~.

If so? This September is going to be fucking BADASS.

Disorder	Rating
Paranoid Disorder:	Moderate
Schizoid Disorder:	Low
Schizotypal Disorder:	Low
Antisocial Disorder:	Low
Borderline Disorder:	Low
Histrionic Disorder:	Low
Narcissistic Disorder:	High
Avoidant Disorder:	Low
Dependent Disorder:	Low
Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder:	Low
-- Personality Disorder Test - Take It! -- -- Personality Disorders --

The normalcy concerns me. This test is rigged. :|

In other news, I should update this thing more often. Now, if only there was something to update with.

No. No you're NOT! 8D

.. I win.

Weird.

Focus is back and in full-swing again, actually able to think things out. Feeling strangely productive, successful. This pleases me.

Sleep and sanity seem to be falling by the wayside. Very, very, very tired. Gotta wonder what's going on here and if there's a connection. Should not be getting so little sleep.

Friday's coming too soon. Not motivated enough to go out of town and celebrate. Kindly hold one week, aging-up process.

Strange, lately, very strange. I can't seem to get my thoughts sorted out for the life of me, and I've been going from wanting to kill shit, to crying, to being hyper, to sulking, and back again. The mood-swings aren't bothering me as much as the lack of focus.. and in the end, I suppose that also brings about more fits of silent rage. I really wish something-- anything made fucking sense right now.

This better be PMS or me getting sick. If not, there will be hell to pay.

Damn, what a night. |DD ilu guys, seriously. ♥

BALLS TO THAT, SAYS I! 8D

fucking insufferable.

diaf, plzkthx.

Huh.

Happy New Year's Eve, all.

Check please.

Not only is he getting deployed, it turns out he's still going to be the Sergent-Major's driver. Convoys. Those get attacked all the fucking time. I've heard the stories from the other guys. How there'd be gunfire out of nowhere. How the truck in front of or behind them was suddenly just gone. They'd said they were going to switch him back to his job in the F.O.B. . I'd been reassured by that..

I guess not. The dreams are already starting, though. It's been a long time since I've woken up crying like that, feeling like I couldn't breathe. It wasn't even a long dream. Just answering my door and seeing two guys in Class A's.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. I'm scared. How long has it been since I've truly been scared? I can't even really remember.

All I know is that I hate this.

Waking up after a ten minute nap and not being able to go back to sleep is certainly not my idea of fun. Why this happened, I'm not sure. By all rights, I should be sleeping like the dead.

You know your mind is far too busy when it takes you a week and a half to even realize that you're ill. Apparently I'll need to go to the doctor at some point. At least the popping Tylenol left and right has helped keep the symptoms at a minimum.

Too much juggling. Too much of the same story, over and over and over again. Sometimes I wonder if things will ever change, but I've learned by now not to get my hopes up. Just go over a little mantra, smoke another cigarette, bite my tongue, and be patient.

Now to attempt sleep again, since I know there will be another day of all of this nipping at my heels as soon as I wake up. People to talk to, issues to deal with, headaches to ignore.

Nicotine, then sleep. Let's see if it works this time around.

( If any of this was true, I'd have just lied in that letter. :| )

Happy mother-fucking December. I think I really needed all of this. Things were actually starting to go well. Can't have that, can we?

Not one specific person. Not. Angry. Frustrated, confused, trying to get shit right. Upset. Not angry. The entire situation, no individuals. Perhaps myself.

And finally, house to myself. I'll find a nice pillow to scream into, and reset back into sanity. And take some tylenol for the brain-pain. But I'm certain, everything will be handled by tonight. That's something, at least.



Still jealous of those damned oranges, by the way. >:|