evile: (2014)

Here are some possible reasons why people might not want to spend time with you:

You tell us things about yourself that we don't want to know. Certain topics, ie: bodily functions, digestion, pregnancy, sexuality, are none of anyone's business (except perhaps your physician and/or your sex partner[s]), especially if you are just meeting someone for the first time, so please don't mention them.

Saying "I am allergic to peanuts" is acceptable. Saying "Peanuts make me break out in weeping pustules all over my body while having explosive diarrhea" is NOT.

Saying "I have 3 kids" is charming.
Whereas stating "I endured three pregnancies during which I bled constantly for the entire nine months," is not.

Exclaiming "I think Heath Ledger is adorable!" is perfectly agreeable. Saying "I want to strap on my Blowfish Special and screw Heath Ledger into the afterlife" is NOT.

Please err on the side of not enough information rather than TOO MUCH. As we get to know you better, then we may become interested in your health, fetishes, orifices, and what-have-you, but not right off the bat, not in mixed company, not at the dinner table, not in front of our parents, etc. When in doubt, remain silent. Nodding and smiling can't possibly get you in more trouble than telling a beloved family friend about your last adventure with a VD scare.

You spend more time talking than you do listening. Carry an egg timer if you have to, but give others equal time. If you spend more than an hour talking with someone and don't know at least 3 facts about them including their first name, chances are you've monopolized the conversation and the other person is perceiving you as rude. Shut up and listen. Ask questions, even if you could give less than a shit about the answers. It's only polite--after all we've been listening to you for however long you've been blathering on pointlessly.

You spend most of your time angry, sad, depressed, or whining. Yes, everyone has problems, but for heaven's sake, not all the time. If you spend all your time around us being angry, mean, sad, or bad-tempered, chances are we won't want to spend much time with you. If you can't think of anything pleasant to say, try asking someone else to bring up a pleasant topic of conversation and let their happiness lift you out of your own selfish rageful misery.

You are hygenically challenged. Bathe with soap and water daily. Brush your teeth with toothpaste at least twice a day. Use deodorant daily. Wear clean clothes every time you dress. Check your shoes for foot funk before you put them on. No matter how attractive your appearance may be, no matter how educated your conversation, if your odor offends, you will not be percieved as good company.

If none of the above seem to be applicable, perhaps you are just trying too hard with the wrong people. Keep looking for a group or individual with whom you may have a special connection....sorry, that's just the way the world works sometimes.

I really really wish I could just walk up to people and say all of that to them, right to their ugly, smelly, drama-whoring faces. But no....I have to be nice now.

feh.

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I had a very pleasant weekend. I took 107 pictures. I am tired & either sunburned or windburned or both. But it was a great little mini-vacation and I had a good time.

Friday, I wandered. I stopped in San Marcos at The Paper Bear, which is a giant card, gift, and party store that has just about everything. I got my mascot for the weekend: a greeting card with a Majestic Sea Goddess on the front. (In typical ironic fashion, turns out She was merely art for the front of a ship's menu. However, She was my guiding spirit for the weekend and all went well, largely thanks to keeping in perspective that one person's Goddess is another person's invitation to Alka Seltzer city.)

Mapquest gave me some goofy directions, but I found Dry Comal Creek Vineyards & the Poteet Country Winery, got great directions from a guy at a Shamrock (may the gods and goddesses bless him for life!) and found my way to Aransas Pass, TX.

Mapquest *really* screwed up the hotel directions. Once in A.Pass, 35 basically runs smack into the hotel. Seriously, it T's right into where my hotel is. But Mapquest insisted I go right and then right again...which was wrong. So I got lost as a goose, but then finally stumbled across the hotel, got checked in, did some quick yoga, got dinner at the local grocery store, and crashed early.

Saturday, I went out to Ingleside Faire 'round 8 a.m. I was hoping to meet up with my dear E, SIL & their rescued person/helper-person, but I never saw them. (Turns out they'd gotten to faire site at 5 a.m. and were already well inside the faire grounds, so I never saw them.)

Anyway, while I waited in the car, I finished up Excalibur, which was book 3 of Bernard Cornwell's King Arthur trilogy, which I amazingly managed to find all of them in the library as I needed them.

Then it was 9:15, I was hungry and cold so I went back into Aransas Pass where I'd seen a very promising-looking establishment for breakfast.

My SIL thinks I have a great instinct for finding wonderful, offbeat places to go, but it's really very trial and error. Obviously, since I never share my failures with anyone, she doesn't realize that for every good restaurant, shop or off-the-beaten-path destination I stumble across, I also endure some of the most embarassing, dreadful, and just plain horrific experiences imaginable. Admittedly, however, it's really nice that someone thinks I have this wonderful unerring talent. Very ego-gratifying.

But, I digress: Cafe Bakery (Or was it Bakery Cafe?) was exactly the kind of place one should have breakfast: odors of coffee, bacon, an cigarette smoke as soon as you walk in, comfortably worn carpet & seats. Not yet shabby, but lived in. Sassy waitresses with big smiles, TV turned to the news & weather station, a table of ol' boys in their camo, getting a big breakfast before spending the day out hunting or fishing. Local policeman sharing breakfast with his sister, brother in law, and niece, gossiping about the rent-a-cops at the local grocery store. In jokes & conversations where everyone is referred to by first name. Great coffee. And...

The Biscuits of God.

I may re-think my wicked ways and try to get to Heaven, because if I do, these biscuits will surely be waiting on His right hand at God's breakfast table.

Yum yum.

Good lord, I'm several hundred words into this and I've only gotten to breakfast.

Fast forward:

Faire. Turns out last-minute helper/rescuee was SIL's youngest lover. He has decided he likes me and I'm cool. Very worrysome. He says I talk like I'm on South Park. I think it was a compliment.

I didn't see much at faire that I wanted to buy. There was a lot of basic garb stuff, nothing I had to have. I did buy 4 soaps from one booth & got some good advice on making clear soap. I can't wait to give it a try--I will make some clear soap yet!

In the tavern/food court area, I ran into one of the alt.fairs.renaissance folks & we visited a bit. That was fun.

Left faire 1-ish, went to Port A for lunch. Had a miss there. It looked like a great place for fresh seafood to take home and cook yourself, though.

Walked on the beach. Collected shells.

Back to faire. Hung out until faire closing, helped E, SIL, and Rescuee a bit with putting stuff away for tomorrow.

Back to hotel, changed clothes. Off to Corpus Christi to have dinner and see the Brobdingnagian Bards, who happened to be playing an Irish Pub in C.C. the same weekend as Ingleside. Coincidences are so cool.

BUT: I got lost as a goose, drove across the bridge about 5 times, gave up, had dinner at Blackbeard's. Another miss. Rather odd live music. Loud drunk Bikers. A giant table full of even louder spoiled girls (sorority or high school? Could not tell! Agh, I'm getting old!)

Back to hotel, crashed & burned.

Sunday: Dragged E, SIL, and The Rescued Waif to Cafe Bakery (or was it Bakery Cafe?) for breakfast. Drank wayy too much coffee and got a little silly. But I think it was good. Saw them off in the direction of Ingleside, headed the opposite direction for the Corpus Christi Aquarium. I had time to kill before it opened, so I went to the marina, found where the bards had played. Found it very easily in daylight, of course. Took pictures of a piratey looking boat. Peed in the yacht club bathroom, that was swank. Walked along the water a bit. Then went back across the bridge, walked on Corpus Christi beach, made a little shrine with the shells I'd found at Port A yesterday, took pictures of my Sea Goddess shrine, walked around barefoot, then went to the aquarium.

Getting to the aquarium first thing on a Sunday is a fine thing. No people at all. The staff was very friendly. I saw water birds, petted sharks and rays, tripped out on some comb jellies & other jellyfish, and saw a really big fucking grouper who is going to give me nightmares. OH! AND a blue lobster! I crawled through the kid-exhibits, laid down on the floor of the underwater dolphin observatory and got eye-to-eye with a dolphin. I got to see one of them pee, too. That was...unique.

Then I saw the dolphins do some tricks for their actual 'show' (depressing: they are both a bit over 19 years old, and both male. I wanted to ask if they ever got female company. I wanted to ask how long Atlantic Bottlenose dolphins live. But...I am afraid I would have been more depressed knowing the answers) then went to lunch (a hit), then on back to Austin, listening to loud 80's hair bands and singing along the whole way.

Did I mention I took 107 pictures?

evile: (TX)

Okay, this is me giving fair warning: if you see me for the remainder of this week, I will more than likely be on a BIG MEAN DRINKING BINGE.

This week has sucked shit. This week has blown goats. This week has been a big old shit cake with crap icing, whipped crap, and a big nasty rotting tumor that looks like a cherry on top.

* We had to put our dog to sleep.

* My ex friend X and her husband were arrested for drugs at home, in front of their children. I am not sure if they were buying, selling, or dealing, but there were razor blades and all sorts of crap all over their house. The children were given to their step-grandmother for now, but it does not seem to be a permanent placement. (And, yes, I wrote this. And I'm not sorry. I'm thinking of sending it to her in care of wherever she's incarcerated.)

*My ex stepdad and his wife are divorcing.

*My auntie's best friend is in the hospital, and "it's serious".

This week has been rotten and evil and I'm tired of it. My face hurts from crying. My throat hurts. My eyes hurt. I am tired. And I just got a nice guilt trippy little phone call that I should be hanging out in the ER waiting room to see how things go. Like I'd do anyboy any good by being there crying in front of people instead of being at home crying alone.

FTS. I am calling my mommy. And then I am going to bed.

evile: (TX)

So...Friendship. Trust. Love. and Childfreedom.

Just a few of the issues that have been flying in the shitstorm that has been my life the past few days.

1. Friendship. Read more... )

2. Trust is my number one.Read more... )

3. Unconditional Love is what you get from dogs and God/ess.Read more... )

4. Childfreedom.Read more... )

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Anyhoo...sorry for this long-ass rant.

I am so very done.

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APRIL is the cruellest month

I'm feeling...apocalyptic today.

"On a long enough time line the survival rate for everyone drops to zero."

I guess that counts for friendships too.

I feel like a real asshole for holding ideals above people...but I don't know how to change that. I don't know how to say "I hate lying, I hate cheating....but I love the person who does those things." and make it be true.

I just can't do it.

Love can't live without trust.

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This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.


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evile: (Walls)
Found in diaryland diary, copied & pasted here with my answers:
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1. What's one thing you wish you could do but can't?

Travel the world with a bevy of beautiful young people who all adore
me.

2. What is your ideal marriage location?

I guess this was suppose to read 'wedding'. But the answer is HELL.
Hell hell hell. I will be a woman slave when I die and go to HELL.

3. Which musical instrument do you wish you could play?

None, really. I don't care about music in that way. I am a DJ.

4. What's your favorite day of the week, and why?

Sunday. Sweetie day, day of rest.

5. Favorite fabric(s)? Silk, Velvet, Cotton, Linen

6. Something you love and hate: My life.

7. What kind of bedding do you use? cotton sheets, satin pillowcase,
polar fleece 'greenie' to keep warm.

8. What kind of soap do you use?

I'm using something icky(fake vanilla crap) right now, but like
Caress bath gel.

9. Do you tell your friends about your sex life?

what friends? What sex life?

10. What's the one language you want to learn?

Any. All. Spanish would probably be useful..

11. How do you eat an apple?

Just bite it around the core, probably rather systematically.

12. What do you order at a bar?

Whiskey sours or (if it's John the bartender) Bloody Mary.

13. Can you count to 13?

Is this some kind of penis reference?

14. Have you ever pierced your body parts?

Ears only


15. Do you have tattoos?

Just one, and despite warnings that I'd get a jones for more,I haven't.


16. Would you ever admit to having done plastic surgery of any kind
if confronted?

a) I would never have cosmetic surgery it is too nasty & dangerous
b) but if I did, I'm sure I wouldn't be coy about it. I showed my
endometriosis surgery scar to everyone.

17. What's one of the "funnest" things you've ever done:

anything with my good friends. Driving around with the punk flock,
doing the Time Warp at the airport. God, I used to be able to have
fun without money. What changed?

18. Do you drive stick?

Yes. My current vehicle doesn't have it, though.

19. What's one trait you hate in a person?

Hypocrisy, doing one thing and saying another, etc.

20. What's the one trait you need in a person?

Honesty.

21. What kind of watch(es) do you wear?

None. I like this "eye of horus" swatch-type one I saw in a catalog.

22. Most frivolous purchase?

Face plates for my phone. Rilly stupid waste of $.

23. Do you consider yourself materialistic?

Absolutely. Money is my god.

24. What do you cook the best?

Lasagne I guess.

25. Favorite writing instrument?

A really nice ball point pen with a large ball, makes me look like I
write neater.

26. Do you prefer to stand out or blend in?

I prefer to be invisible.

27. Do you have anything monogrammed?

No.

28. Would you ever go out dressed like the opposite sex?

It would be terribly unconvincing, but I have worn tux jacket & tux
shirt on occasion, does that count?

29. What's one car you will never buy?

Ford.

30. Have you ever done drugs?

yes. Not that great. I prefer liquor.

31. What kind of books do you like to read?

Ones that are well-written & well researched. Historical fiction,
biographies of interesting people, some mystery.suspense. Getting
away from sci fi these days. (originally typoed Sci fie. Hee.)

32. If you won the lottery, what would you do first?

Pay my debts.

33. Burial or cremation?

burial, as long as I can have it doen without being embalmed &
otherwise having my corpse defiled.

34. How many online journals do you read regularly?

all the ones on my profilelist,plus recently updated ones.

35. What's one thing you're a sore loser at?

Anything involving money, anything where the winner acts superior &
rubs it in.

36. If you don't like a person, how do you show it?

Ignore them. Possibly talk shit about them behind their backs.

38. Favorite kind of popcorn?

Caramel.

39. Do you have problems changing clothes in front of friends?

Nah.

40. Do you cry in front of friends?

Sometimes.

41. What kind of first impression do you think you give to people?

Aloof, cold, disapproving, boring, mean.

42. What's one thing you like to do alone?

Everything. Work, cook, beadwork, stained glass,
computer...everything.

43. What's the worst thing you ever said to someone?

Probably calling my little brother a bastard. But I've said alot of
nasty things to people, more than I can ever be bothered to remember
or regret. I'm a bitch. and now it's come back to bite me in the ass
& I have no friends & no life. Serves me right.

44. What's the worst thing anyone ever said to you?

Mom telling me that she feels like a bad mother, making me feel that
she's disappointed in me. Milan saying that it's too bad I haven't
done anything interesting with my life. General perception of male
father figures not thinking much of my accomplishments in life.

45. Are you a giver or a taker?

giver.

46. When's the right time to go to the bathroom in front of your
significant other?

when ya gotta go...

47. Favorite communication method?

Writing. Email.

48. What is one thing you don't leave home without?

Wallet.

49. How often do you call your mom?

Once a month maybe.

50. What's the most painful experience you've ever had?

So many. Physically either breaking my thumb or endometriosis &
surgery for it. Emotionally...who knows? Being rejected by Tex, being
rejected by male parent figures, being fired by my boss/friend, being
snubbed by my sis in law, being rejected by the TEPs, being snubbed
by AFR, failing in business...*sigh*

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