fenchurch

So Thanksgiving break was amazing.
But that was to be expected.
I got to see my two main homeslices, Jane (who needs to create a fucking SG username already so I can start linkingto her easily) and TheAngus and generally break free of the chains of Spaz Oppression and nerd my freaking ass off in front of a loving audience.

Good times.

And I got one month anniversary presents! Yaay.



My family is insane, the end.
And my dad is back with his on/off girlfriend of 4 years. I gotta admit, I don't like it one bit. She's been kind of jerking him around for a while now, and I'm a complete Daddy's Girl, so I feel all protective of him and it really upsets me to see it happen. Plus, okay, I have my own personal vendetta against her for not wanting to be around me or have me over to her house any more or see me, ever, because the way I look now makes her uncomfortable. She's said that she "does't want to judge me based on how I've chosen to look, but she can't help that she does." I'm sorry, that's bullshit. To me that's like saying "Gee, I really wish I wasn't racist, but goshdarnit I am! Too bad we can't be friends!" She knew me before I started my descent into visual deliquency or whatever, and I'm still the same person. Yargh. Even my grandparents have more or less made their peace with it, dammit. Although at Thanksgiving my grandmother did ask me, "why did you decide to put those things back in your face?" Uhm yeah I never took them out. Oh well, she's kind of losing it.


Speaking of family though, my whole family loved TheAngus, so that was cute. Hee hee. At one point his dad called to talk to my mom about something, and my mom thought it was a relative of the same first name, and totally went on and on saying good things about Angus for about 5 minutes before the guy pointed out that he was in fact his father. Hahaha. Now you all know where I get it from.
Spazzitude is in fact hereditary.


Oh and apologies to all my friends, I have totally and utterly neglected your journally goodness the past few days. Rest easy knowing I am back to the Dorm Room I Never Leave and the Computer to Which my Soul is Bound and uhh yeah I'll be in touch.


Ay yi yi. This entry is so long and I've not even begun the gushing! Let's just wrap it up by saying that I love these two crazy bastards:





and I am so happy and lucky to have them in my life.
And for the girl who didn't want to be in love again for quite some time, I'm rawther happy about it.
And uhh deflowering people rules.
Hee.
You stud.


This interview was great. Definitely my favorite since the Sealab one.


DRE: Who has better drugs, Peter Coyote or Andy Dick?

JK: [laughs] According to both of them they were clean and sober though Ive heard stories that Andy might have fallen off the wagon. At one point I was sitting with Peter and Adam, Peter was telling us this story about how he was a total heroin addict in the 60s and it got so bad that he was mainlining alcohol. Adam looked at me and said I once smoked Earl Grey.



Question of the Day
What's the weirdest thing you've ever smoked? (intentionally or unwittingly)


Mine would probably have to be the time James and Justin decided to teach us how to rock up pills like crack and we smoked our suicide pile of xanax, vicodine, and adderall out of an aluminum can. Good times.



Oh! Speaking of which, when Jane had to blow me off this afternoon because her (*cough cough jerk of a*) boyfriend was being pissy, I went by work to visit them and I saw James and there was just...nothing. I felt nothing. Not a spark. Not even anger or nostalgia. I am still a little bitter about the whole James thing, but only when I think about it. And it doesn't even matter because I am so, so glad things turned out the way they did.

So anyway we all just chilled and hung out front of the store and Luke and Justin were both like "Still smoking Lucky Strikes, huh?" which amused me to no end. James ordered a tattoo kit that's supposed to be coming soon, so I bought them some MacDonald's and in exchange he's going to give me free tattoos when I get back in December. It doesn't matter that both of those things would have totally happened without the other. And he totally will have had practice doing shitty ones all over Justin and Luke first. It's gonna be awesome. I'll probably just have him cover up the ones I gave myself on my leg for now though, because then if they come out shitty, it doesn't matter cuz they were already shitty! Yay. And I'm gonna wait to get any new tattoos for a while anyway. Let's all just hope I don't get really drunk and wake up with knuckle tattoos.

Seriously.



Over and out.





Ooh PS - I am the new owner of the Douglas Adams group. This is a proud day indeed.