I spent all fucking day yesterday hunched over my sewing machine. It's new to me...got it for Christmas from my ma..so I had to A. figure out how to use it, B. figure out how to thread a needle with stretchy thread, C. learn how to sew stretchy material with non stretchy thread due to inadequacy of stretchy thread, D. make my patterns from scratch (ie. clothes i already have + wax paper= trial and error).
But it looks kick fucking ass. Today I sit at the 'Boo sewing little white stars...........(<----that's a hint). Hopefully the boots I ordered for the costume will arrive today too.
Today I'm dressed as a Belly Dancer. And every piece of it is authentic.
My ma was a belly dancer back in the 70's and I've inhereted all of the costumes. She is an amazing seamstress. She taught me everything I know. And a lil bit of shimmy in the meantime.
Still no talky from the roomate.....he had two excellent opportunities to. And didn't. He'd rather play guitar in his room or sit in his recliner and blankly watch whatever movie I have on and try and still bullshit with me.
I'm not having it anymore. He called my best friend and was like, all asking her if I was pissed. And she was like, why DON'T YOU ASK HER. He said he wasn't going to talk about it for a while with me, and she told him that was a bad idea. When she asked if he had considered moving back with his mom, he didn't really answer the question. I'm not putting up with this bullshit anymore.
When I go home tonight, I have to work on my costume, and he better not try and sit in the living room and not say a word about it, because he's talking-whethere it's on his own, or because I make him.
This is childish. I'm not a child. I hate children. I don't deal with them.
Sorry for venting. This is frustrating the hell out of me. He's putting quite a damper on my fucking Holiday season. He even had the nerve to ask if I was still going Theme Parking on Halloween, like, I would be comfortable and enjoy having him come with me after all this.
He will not go on like nothing happened. Period. I'm putting a stop to it. Fuck that shit.
Back to costume making..............
But it looks kick fucking ass. Today I sit at the 'Boo sewing little white stars...........(<----that's a hint). Hopefully the boots I ordered for the costume will arrive today too.
Today I'm dressed as a Belly Dancer. And every piece of it is authentic.
My ma was a belly dancer back in the 70's and I've inhereted all of the costumes. She is an amazing seamstress. She taught me everything I know. And a lil bit of shimmy in the meantime.
Still no talky from the roomate.....he had two excellent opportunities to. And didn't. He'd rather play guitar in his room or sit in his recliner and blankly watch whatever movie I have on and try and still bullshit with me.
I'm not having it anymore. He called my best friend and was like, all asking her if I was pissed. And she was like, why DON'T YOU ASK HER. He said he wasn't going to talk about it for a while with me, and she told him that was a bad idea. When she asked if he had considered moving back with his mom, he didn't really answer the question. I'm not putting up with this bullshit anymore.
When I go home tonight, I have to work on my costume, and he better not try and sit in the living room and not say a word about it, because he's talking-whethere it's on his own, or because I make him.
This is childish. I'm not a child. I hate children. I don't deal with them.
Sorry for venting. This is frustrating the hell out of me. He's putting quite a damper on my fucking Holiday season. He even had the nerve to ask if I was still going Theme Parking on Halloween, like, I would be comfortable and enjoy having him come with me after all this.
He will not go on like nothing happened. Period. I'm putting a stop to it. Fuck that shit.
Back to costume making..............
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havinfun247:
sorry to hear about your rough time...i was there a month ago. hope you feel better 
tryst:
woman, when are we gonna hang out?