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there's a smear of paint on the bottom of my right foot and a great deal of black pen on the back of my left hand. and i spent a satisfying, productive morning after being woken by the dog fiddling with the sewing machine and some scraps of singularly uncomfortable navy and green plaid cotton. most of it i have thrown away, but i have something that might be a swimsuit coverup out of it.

and my mom took my car instead of hers to the oriental market so i'll have to take the dog to the park in hers, which is small, hot, and damp, smells of mildew and has no cd player.

dun dun dun

and! i got my package from guinevere33 with office xp and photoshop.

LOVE!

look! there's holls!

hypocrisy, idiocy, and a lot of other mother-related shit

i'm innocently chatting with ray and claire and in comes mom, twenty minutes after they were supposed to have left, needing to search the internet for a recipe to take to the cooking party. i let her have the computer because it's dangerous to attempt to speak to her.

mom: why isn't it printing? why isn't there a print button? (there is, but i knew if i told her where it was she would be unable to find it and get mad, thinking it was my fault.)
mom: where is the print button? i told it to print and it's not printing. oh, [bitterly] ha! print PREVIEW. but is there a PRINT?
mom: i SAID, how do you make it print?
me: it's in the same place it always is. under 'file.'
mom: no, that isn't the same, because there's usually a, a button that's also easy to find!
mom: [to dog] you look depressed. are you just sleepy? [to me] how about you? are you just tired? or depressed? [this despite the fact that to her certain knowledge i am chemically depressed and recently went off medication.]
me: [trying not to yell] i'm always depressed.
mom: oh. well, what's the deal, is it better being depressed here than at school with your medicine [which i don't have because i can't afford it and they said that since i am not in school they won't buy it for me]?
me: it's better anywhere else.
mom: so are you regretting stopping school?
me: since i didn't stop, i couldn't say one way or the other.
mom: well, [exasperated] 'taking a leave' then. do you regret taking academic leave for the semester? and losing medical?

after withholding psychiatric medicine as punishment, how can you conceivably presume to ... i don't even know if she was actually trying to express anything or not, let alone sympathy, but it boggles the mind that she could try to discuss it and think i wouldn't get annoyed.

the FUCK?

it's going to take me like three years of not speaking to her before i can deal with her again once i get away from her.

all princess, all the time

inexplicably happy moi! i mean... to phrase that in a complete sentence: this is me, inexplicably happy in the throes of a few days' worth of rough mood swings.

i have a pirate photoshop 7 now! ::licks photoshop:: also i have this new icon... ::point::

side effects of making star trek mood theme

MMMMspock.

::burble::

to boldy go where no man has gone before!

did i point out that i have the babylon 5 theme music? and SPOCK. mmyes. also, on a less 'mm' and more 'bwahahah' note:



'in prison, no one cares if you're gay.'

(from the nazi episode, where shatner can't stop playing kirk in a 'spank me!' manner.)

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wtf--st:tmp .wavs without 'this simple feeling is beyond v'ger's comprehension'?

>.>

because now presidents wear crowns,

a temporary gip.

me=president of People Who Have PMS And Hate Their Technologically-Impaired Parents.