Why do I not want to answer log tags anymore? Those used to be the best ever.

I don't want to be here anymore.

Post Fran's application in discedo

Post Saix's application in salkia_island

Make Alucard's profile

Intro Alucard in salkia_island

Edit Saix's profile - ACCEPTED!!

Make Fran's profile - pending acceptance

Post for Psylocke in acairnia

Post for Leon in acairnia

Figure out whether or not to reserve/apply Dante in betenoire_rp

Edit Rose's profile

Get all outstanding tags from all places caught up



Who thinks I'm a little obsessive and am cramming my plate too full!!??!!??!

Gonna be gone for a week starting tomorrow, omg I cannot wait. Flying out at 2 pm and landing at 2:35. Ain't that some shit? -gleeeeeeee-

And no internet/cable/bothersome crap out in the backwoods of Mississippi. Damnitall I get to SLEEP LATE. I can hardly believe it.

So yah.

YOU ALL BETTER MISS ME, DAMNIT!!!

I'll have text, so feel free to poke at me whenever. Gonna scare the bejesus out of kids for Halloween, too. My teef should have come in by now, I hope Natalie's got 'em.

Short update, and back to work and NCIS. :DDDD

Eh, so. New layout for me. I said I wouldn't use one that one of my rp characters is using, but I had to steal the one for Tex (notnevada). Because it's awesome.

Okay. I have done/redone profiles for:

Desh's Sebast
Sephrioth
Selene (what's with the S's??)
Integra Hellsing
Seraph's Alucard
MY Alucard
Dante
Leon
Tifa
Saix
Sitara
Rose
Natalie's Vincent
Natalie's Dean
and
me.

...Jesus that's a lot. So, if anyone wants one, lemme know and I'll see what I can pull together. I'm not great at 'em, but I can give it a shot. Or any sort of character listing, any html thingy. I LOVE doing 'em, and it gives me something to occupy my time when I'm bored. :D

So. This is going to be a shit day. I can already tell.

First off, I didn't get in bed till six this morning. And my fucking housemates are up at EIGHT, slamming doors, getting the dogs to barking, and dropping pots and pans around the kitchen while yelling across the house.

Yeah.

So I somehow manage to get back to sleep when they fucking LEAVE, and then about noon-thirty, here they come again, laughing, yelling, turning on the television at full freaking blast, slamming doors again, screaming across the house and what not.

Fuck my last hour and a half of sleep.

The irony of this? I finally stagger out of bed and get a shower, then they fucking LEAVE AGAIN.

I hate those moronic assholes sometimes.

When I get home tonight, I'm going to start vacuuming at four thirty in the morning while blasting angry rock music on my computer speakers. Watch me.

And then when I get to work, the stupidness just escalates.

"Why can't I put this return back on the credit card?"

Because it's a GIFT CREDIT CARD like they hand out at the mall.

"So?"

So our system will not allow funds to be returned to those cards because they're not legitimately a CREDIT CARD, idiot.

"Maybe you should tell the customer that."

Uh, no, sorry, that's YOUR job as a STORE MANAGER. I'm not allowed to speak to the customers.

"-huff- Well, that's a first."

-silence from me-

"Oh, all right."

Hang up.

BLITHERING MONKEYCUNT TWITS! And that was my first call of the damned DAY. I really hope they all come down with mutant radioactive crotch lice infestations.



Fuck, it's gonna be a long day.

On hiatus from acairnia this week. Can't say I feel bad about it, either. God, seven muses is a lot to keep up with these days. I still have Integra at discedo but I feel crappy about not updating as I feel like I should. Mainly because the Hellsing fandom there is so small, and Seraph's on hiatus, too. Which she should be, no doubt. (ILU, BB, take care.) I've considered dropping there, but after all the hell I went through to get in, I'm more or less spitefully resigned to staying. And I love Seraph's Alucard, so that's mainly why I stay.

Okay, I'm rambling, I know.

Started playing Oblivion again. I have to say that my boy owns. OWNS, even. Hardcore. God, it's good to be leader of everything, I gotta say. Anyway. Haven't really been online much, either. Been watching House here at work and playing Oblivion when I get home. Righteous.

I reckon I need a break from rp for a while. Let the batteries recharge. Granted, I feel crappy about having all those tags staring at me, but moving those puppies to another folder in the inbox works just as well. I'll get to 'em when inspiration strikes.

Going home at the end of the month, so I'll have to take another hiatus, then, but that can't be helped. No internet in the backwoods. I still have my phone and texting, but no computery-esque internet connection. Which suits me fine. But I do need to go home. Seriously. And man, I can't wait.

Anyways, fffflalala and all that junk. Shitty way to end, but oh-the-wells.

Hey, guys. Just a note to say that my phone is currently on the fritz. The USB port that the charger connects to FELL OUT of my phone last night, so, obviously, I can't charge the phone.

Hopefully I can get it repaired because I damn sure can't afford a new phone at the moment. Anyway, just wanted everyone to know that if I don't answer or reply to a text, it's not cause I'm ignoring ya, it's because my phone is currently turned off in order to save the battery for the moment.

I still have email and messengers, so thank goodness for the interwebs.

Anyways, everyone take care and I'll be in touch!

So. I really didn't want to get up and go to work today. We have a stomach virus going around the office and since folks aren't sanitary as they should be - IE live in a damned bubble -, well, there you are.

Thus I'm working alone tonight in a company full of pathetically stupid managers and associates who can't find their asses with both hands. And, to make it just that much better, the folks here till five pm are just lollygagging around, expecting someone else to take calls and handle problems. "Oh, the night crew's here now. We can be fucking wanks and do nothing." ...keep telling yourselves that, shitwads. I hope each of you get either hit by a train, struck by a meteor or run over by a mack truck on your way home.

And no, I won't feel bad if that actually happens. Because I'm just that evil of a bitch.

To put it quite succinctly, I'm tired, I have a sinus headache again, I don't want to fucking be here, I'm tired of hearing a certain person's whining highpitched giggle as she goes around trying to be Miss Mary Perfect, and I'm damned tired of taking up the slack for an entire fucking department.

Everyone can go die in a goddamned fire.

Cookie for anyone who recognizes that quote. (Thank you G for that addictiveness.)

Anyway.

I am melancholy. I have no inspiration. My rp muses are quiet for the first time this year. I'm amazed, actually, that they lasted this long. I have been slaughtering myself, though. In three games, with ten or so different characters. Jesus. Currently on hiatus from acairnia and rivelata (which I may end up dropping even yet, so we'll just have to see.) and discedo moves slow enough for the fandom I'm in that it's not too much of a hassle.

Cue huge sigh here.

And my most sincere condolences and sympathies to Patrick Swayze's family. The man was such an icon of theater and film, he will be much missed. My great aunt passed away from pancreatic cancer; it's not something to screw with. But it's just one of those things, the incomparable mysteries of life. And all that crap.

I need...I don't know what I need. I need...something, but I haven't quite figured it out yet. Praise be to God for Seraph, Natalie, Mil, Rini and Katie for keeping me somewhat sane at different intervals. Karen, I misses you. We used to have such wonderful conversations, but now circumstances have us passing in the night like the proverbial ships. I suppose it can't be helped, but I don't like it all that much. You should move. Or I should move. Or something. Shit.

Okay. Enough rambling for now. Like it really does any good in whatever case. And back to work.

So. I didn't sleep last night at all. No problem, I've been staying up later and later and later. But Seraph and I were on the phone most of the night hammering out plot and some such for discedo. Awesome. I love talking with her, anyway.

Anyway about eight am this morning, I finally change out of my jammies and head off to the feed store to get horse feed for Emma. Seraph and I are still yapping as I drive across town, lol. We're freaks, I know. Anyway, I get there, get my horse feed in the trunk, get in the car and turn the key...and click. That's all that happens.

Naturally I freak out because I have no idea what's wrong with my car! I'm not much of a mechanic, unfortunately. Well, turns out the battery was stone-cold dead. Which was weird as hell because it started fine not a half hour before. Anyway, one of the guys there at the feed store jumped my car off and we got it started again.

I headed straight for Wal Mart to get a battery and have it installed, but called Tim (Margo's boyfriend who lives with us) to see if he knew the cheapest place around town to get a battery and have it installed. He told me to go to Auto Zone here on Manatee Ave. because they didn't charge for installation. Awesome.

So I head back to Manatee Ave. and go to Auto Zone, go in the store and tell the lady behind the counter that I need to either have a battery charged or buy a new one and have it installed. And do you know what that bitch tells me? "You'll have to come back at eleven. I don't have anyone here who can do that right now."

I about exploded all over her cheerios. What the fuck do you mean, you're going to tell a paying customer you can't provide a service?! Oh, and did you just happen to miss the part where my car battery is fucking dead?? There's no way I can crank the damned thing to come back at eleven, you stupid bitch! God, I was livid.

I then asked her if there was anyone who would jump the damned car off so I could leave if it didn't crank and she said that the guy there, Brian, would be able to do it with their little mini charger thing. FINE.

Naturally, when I tried to crank the car, guess what? IT DIDN'T CRANK. Golly fucking gee whiz, idiot. So I went back inside and told her yeah, someone was going to have to crank it.

Now, it took the boy at the feed store nearly fifteen minutes to get enough charge on my car battery to crank it, because it is dead. TOTALLY FUCKING DEAD. So Brian's sitting there with his little machine hooked to my car's battery and it's taking forever, then he looks at me and says, "Know what? I'm just going to change this battery for you. It's stupid for you to have to come back when it's taking so long for it to jump, anyway." I could have kissed the man.

So, long story short, he was amazingly awesome and got my new car battery installed in a matter if about fifteen minutes, tops. I hugged him and said thanks from the bottom of my heart.

I head out to the barn to check on Emma and stay for a while, gave her a good bath and a bunch of treats, then come home and finally pass out. My sinus headache started back around ten or so while I was out at the barn, and I crashed out about one pm or so.

THEN the fucking roaring circus arrives! Margo and the damned kids come storminghouse</i>! Uh, HELL-THE-FUCK-LO???????

I'M IN HERE TRYING TO SLEEP OFF A SCREAMING ACHING HEADACHE, YOU INCONSIDERATE FUCKTARDS!!!

They all KNOW that if I'm home and not at my fucking computer, then GOOD CHANCES ARE I'M IN BED ASLEEP FOR SOME FUCKING REASON, YOU INGRATE PUSSYLICKING JIZZGUZZLING MONKEYFUCKING ASSWIPES!!!!

Before I could muster the will to crawl out of bed and take their damned heads off with a bread knife and then violate the remains with a cheese grater and set the fucking house on fire, they left to go to the kids football practice or some shit. THANK YOU GOD BUT YOU HAVE TOTALLY RUINED MY SLEEP AND I WILL HAVE THIS FUCKING HEADACHE FOR ANOTHER TWENTY FOUR HOURS. THANK YOU FOR BEING INCONSIDERATE.

Tonight? Every single angry song I have will be BLARING from my computer about one am. I'm going to turn on every light and television and appliance in the damned house. And will be dancing naked on the dining room table. Then we'll see how them fucking apples roll.