Well, TubaDiva really fucked things up this time. I honestly can't see how they're going to spin this one away. Too many excuses, too much is at stake here. If she doesn't step down, or at the very LEAST admit she fucked up, I'm gonna be royally pissed. It's not like this is the first time the privacy of a Doper has been violated by an admin, nor is this the first time Tuba's done something stupid.
Now I don't give two shits about StageManager, but obviously SOMEONE accused him of something, and whether he did it or not, the admins have to investigate that.

I can't see the Dope lasting too much longer if they try to sweep this one under the rug. Jesus, what a fuck up.


In other news, Bobby's wife Courtney is helping me put my resume in order-it's a huge mess and I sometimes feel if I'm too stupid to put forth a decent resume then maybe I'm too stupid to get a job. Not really, but I HATE all the different formats and advice you get. One site suggests this, then another article will say to do that until I want to tear my hair out.

But then, there's not much going on. Oh, Maggie fell in the toilet the other night. She likes to come in the bathroom while I take a shower (just like Misty), and I had just taken a pee and was about to close the lid and flush when she tried to jump on the seat, missed, and fell in. I'm becoming quite talented at giving sponge baths to squirmy kittens.

I am ashamed to be an American.

*sigh*

Absolutely NO waiting-I was in and out without a fuss. Pulled the lever for the Democrats, bada-bing bada-boom!

Damn, that felt good!

I read an article where a woman said that psychiatry was created as a support system for those who don't believe in god.

Fuck you, bitch. This kind of thinking leads to people like Andrea Yates.

I love Maggie, I really do. She's just the most adorable little bundle of fur you'd ever come across. (Well, except for my Buffy, of course!)
That being said, I'm looking forward to when she's big enough that we can put her litter box downstairs, instead of keeping it up here. I scoop it every time she shits, and change it daily. But good GOD, can she stink up a room!

This time, she had poop all over her back legs, her paws, and all over her blanket. Air freshner, running the ceiling fan (and it's CHILLY tonight, too!), and the room still stinks like used kitty litter.

*sigh*

Good thing for her she's so damned cute.

Bush campaign stiffs taxpayers.

I honestly will NEVER understand how anyone can bring themselves to vote for this asshat?

I weep for our future.

I knew she'd do it eventually. Hehehe...after Piper Grace, she said, "We're NOT getting another cat." And I'd tease her, because she said that after EVERY cat she's brought home so far. But she swore up and down she wouldn't.

Then Maggie comes along. My mother saw her at the vet's, (they put animals up for adoption, and sometimes put them in the waiting room), and fell in love.

My mom is such a sucker.

(She's a real little cutie, too!)

"U may think that Jesus died out of ingnorance and fear, but he died and ROSE AGAIN, because he loves you, if you don't want to believe and you don't think u'll go to hell, my sympathies, I guess I won't see you when I go into those shining gates in heaven!"


Riiiiiight!

EEEEWWWW! Girl marries own father!!!

Oh, ICK!!!

The cats have fleas after all! My mother foolishly thought that since she didn't see any earlier, she wouldn't have to Advantage the cats and the dog. Well, just the other day I picked one up off of poor Misty. Now I have bites on my hands.

Thanks, Misty. Thanks a lot.

in that I'm using my old computer. Good GOD, this this is so freaking LOUD!!!

Oh well, hopefully it's only temporary.

The other shitty thing is that my mouse is fucked up. It needs to be cleaned, right? BUT...you can't take off the bottom plate to take out the tracking ball and clean it. So what good is it? (Believe me, I've TRIED to take the damn thing off). I would use my old optical mouse, but I tried it on my new computer, and it wasn't working-the scroll wheel was broken. Soooo...I just have to wait and get a new mouse.

This is just not my year for computers.

Or anything else for that matter.

I got the modem from HP, all right-in a flimsy cardboard envelope, no padding, no "Handle with Care", wrapped in cheap bubblewrap....and NO FUCKING INSTRUCTIONS!!!

What the hell is wrong with you assfucks? I was TOLD there would be instructions! Instead, I have to call and play phone tag yet AGAIN to get you to send me the instructions. THEN, I get them, and they're vague and non-descriptive. And cheap Xerox copies. At least Nancy told me she knows how to install a modem, so I won't fuck it up.

Goddamn it all. I haven't heard from "Things Remembered" yet, so I'm gonna call tomorrow. Goddamn fuck, can't even get a fucking job in RETAIL, goddamn it.

Oh well. Guess it's back to "sponging off of mom and dad and being a loser,", right?

Why even bother?

(And no, I don't want sympathy, hugs, or anything else. I just want everyone off of my goddamn fucking back. I KNOW my life is pathetic, all right? And unless you're prepared to fucking HIRE ME, then shut the fuck up. I hope to god you never have any fucking trouble in your life or get screwed over. God, if you have such great lives, fine. Mine sucks. I don't need you shitheads to remind me all the goddamn time. It's not something I don't already know. This isn't me feeling sorry for myself, it's me letting off steam. If you have any solutions, I'll gladly take them. Get a job? Yeah, sure. I'll just go and pluck one off of the job tree. (I've sent out god knows how many applications and resumes. How many responses? One. Yeah, I'll get a job real easily!)

Move out? Yeah, with all my millions.

You're not me, you're not special, you're not perfect, so fuck off, all right? You're obviously lucky enough NOT to be me, so just be grateful and leave me the fuck alone.

My modem died on me, for some reason, and this entire weekend I've been trying to get the problem fixed, in between calls to tech support and backing up my hard drive. Even after a total recovery and formatting the hard drive, it won't work, so Compaq is sending me a new one this week. (Eeek-I am NOT a tech person-hopefully I won't have a hard time putting it in!)

I was able to get all of my stuff off of my hard drive,-well, the important stuff. Only two CDs. Not bad.

But it's such a pain in the ass!!! Grrrr...

Plus, not much has happened, and I haven't felt like updating my LJ. Oh well.

I'm getting some help updating my resume-I found it wasn't on the discs Uncle Mike sent, so rather than drag my old computer up here, I just rewrote it.

My head is killing me! Yuck. And I'm moody as fuck-goddamn PMS.

The Cestus Deception came into the library! Yay! So far, it looks pretty good, but I haven't had a chance to get past the first page.

I went out to lunch today to Max and Erma's with Mom and Baby Sis. Damn, but the loaded baked potatos are good.


Finally-what IS it with people who go around saying all kinds of hateful shit, and then act all shocked when you call them on it? "Well, it's just my opinion! You shouldn't hate me for it!" Or, "I'm sorry, but it's the truth!"

Or how about my all time favorite: "I'm not a bigot, BUT Group X is a bunch immoral monkeys and blah blah blah."

Uh, asshole, you ARE a bigot. You can't have it both ways.

And people WONDER why I prefer to be by myself.

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I'm on a forties kick lately. Downloading Glenn Miller and the Andrews Sisters. Making avatars from old Vargas girl pin ups. Yeah.

Da'hell? I just feel really groggy, as if I'm walking through a mental fog. Yuck.

I've edited this, because on reflection, I can't let them get to me.

Screw off. I hate to go all Jerry Springer, but they don't KNOW me, nor every single detail of my life. The comments made are based on only half of the real situation, which they know NOTHING about. It's based on nothing more than just a few basic things I've said, which is a severely watered down version of what's going on.

So I should NOT let it bother me. The only explanation I can offer is that sometimes, I still feel like I'm back in 7th grade-it's hard to get over that. Well, that and PMS! But I can do it, and I MUST do it.

Thanks, guys. I guess I was just wallowing in self-pity. But I shouldn't. I should be beyond it.