Llew, Aunt Tudi, and I have all three been like angry rats gnawing on the same rope, but for different reasons. Aunt Tudi's reason is that she's in the full throes of hand surgery recovery and it hurts like all Sith Hell. Llew's reason is that he's had a stroke and he's in the full throes of depression and dealing with the inability to do things the way he could just last week. My reason is Aunt Tudi and Llew. I want to knock their heads together like coconuts. Oh hell.....there goes ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
popfiend's heart.
The stress of everything that's been going on the past week has gotten to us, I believe. But I feel guilty for feeling all snerky about it because I'm not going through near what Aunt Tudi and Llew are. All I'm doing is putting up with their crap moods and trying my level best to prevent an altercation between the two of them. 'Cos when I'm in the middle between Aunt Tudi and Llew and really in the middle, like miserably so. Honestly, I'm sick of it.
Aaaaaaand, guess who's reared her ugly blonde head? Yep. Bitch Daughter. And it's my fault. Dee stressed the need for BD to know the state of her father's health. Once Llew agreed to let either Dee or myself contact BD, I volunteered for the ugly deed. On Friday I called and left her a message, then I emailed her informing her that it would be in her best interest to respond. Within an hour, Bitch Daughter called. I told her that Llew had had a stroke and gave her the information that I have. She then started tossing questions and demands my way and, this time goddammit, I wasn't having it. I told her to back off and let me tell her what I knew and, then, if she wanted to talk to her dad, she was more than welcome to do so. She asked if he'd been staying with me and I was like "well, yeah, he lost his entire family and had nowhere to go. Where did you think he'd end up?" She had no answer for that. So they talked and, a few hours later, Destiny called and talked to her "pappy." It was a decent reunion. BD invited Llew to come visit. Visit. After a stroke. This, coming from someone who promised to take care of him if he paid for her schooling. He paid for everything and he gets an invitation to visit. And has she called back? No. I hate her. And Llew is an idiot. After it all, he thanked me for helping to reunite him with his "babies." I don't hate Llew, but I think he's a total dunderhead for saying this and, especially, thinking it.
The other day Diane was telling me about how her evil husband Keith gave away her Thriller album back in the day because he didn't like Michael Jackson. What the fuck? I mean, what gives him the right to do such a thing? He also did away with her copy of Ice Cream Castles by Morris Day & the Time. So, I got to thinking about it and decided to make Diane the first of three or four funky/groovy CDs. I gave it to her today. Here's what's on it:
Diane's only dilemma with this CD is that she can't play it in the car because her car doesn't have a CD player. I told her, "Well, you'll just have to play it at home, won't you? Loud. In front of Keith. And you can tell him that, if he gets rid of it, your friend can always burn you another CD and another one after that and still another one if he attempts to rid himself of something that doesn't fucking belong to him." She thought that was a brilliant idea and, to be honest, I did too. I'm just aching for an altercation. I'm cruisin' for a bruisin'. And I figure Michael Jackson will get me there quicker than most other folks, things, or situations. So tell me who's bad?
Chris Hansen. He has a new show out exposing dodgy insurance and investment salesmen who target senior citizens. Now, I'm not by nature a criminal, pervert, or unseemly individual; however, if I were in a room and Chris Hansen walked in, saying "I'm Chris Hansen with Dateline NBC," I'd probably have a heart attack and die right there, wondering what it was I did so wrong to merit a visit from the likes of Mr. Hansen. Yeah, what he does is a good thing, but I think he's established for himself a very scary reputation that terrifies people who haven't even diddled, robbed, or otherwise humiliated their fellow human. So I'm wondering if he can do any good at all now, considering his position. The man's presence could make Jesus Christ look questionable, which makes me ponder guilty people and their level thereof. How can we gauge anyone or any situation by Chris Hansen now? Doesn't his mere presence scream "GUILTY AS HELL!" without need for judge, jury, or any of those other pesky judicial procedures? Yeah. If Chris Hansen ever walks into a room and introduces himself to me, if I don't die of fright right there, just kill me 'cos my life will be over.
And this concludes my rant for the day (and possibly for many days), because Aunt Tudi is bitching at me again and I can't concentrate for having fantasies of chopping her up into a delightful meat pie and serving her to my closest friends with some fava beans and a nice chianti. ::slurpslurpslurp::
popfiend's heart.The stress of everything that's been going on the past week has gotten to us, I believe. But I feel guilty for feeling all snerky about it because I'm not going through near what Aunt Tudi and Llew are. All I'm doing is putting up with their crap moods and trying my level best to prevent an altercation between the two of them. 'Cos when I'm in the middle between Aunt Tudi and Llew and really in the middle, like miserably so. Honestly, I'm sick of it.
Aaaaaaand, guess who's reared her ugly blonde head? Yep. Bitch Daughter. And it's my fault. Dee stressed the need for BD to know the state of her father's health. Once Llew agreed to let either Dee or myself contact BD, I volunteered for the ugly deed. On Friday I called and left her a message, then I emailed her informing her that it would be in her best interest to respond. Within an hour, Bitch Daughter called. I told her that Llew had had a stroke and gave her the information that I have. She then started tossing questions and demands my way and, this time goddammit, I wasn't having it. I told her to back off and let me tell her what I knew and, then, if she wanted to talk to her dad, she was more than welcome to do so. She asked if he'd been staying with me and I was like "well, yeah, he lost his entire family and had nowhere to go. Where did you think he'd end up?" She had no answer for that. So they talked and, a few hours later, Destiny called and talked to her "pappy." It was a decent reunion. BD invited Llew to come visit. Visit. After a stroke. This, coming from someone who promised to take care of him if he paid for her schooling. He paid for everything and he gets an invitation to visit. And has she called back? No. I hate her. And Llew is an idiot. After it all, he thanked me for helping to reunite him with his "babies." I don't hate Llew, but I think he's a total dunderhead for saying this and, especially, thinking it.
The other day Diane was telling me about how her evil husband Keith gave away her Thriller album back in the day because he didn't like Michael Jackson. What the fuck? I mean, what gives him the right to do such a thing? He also did away with her copy of Ice Cream Castles by Morris Day & the Time. So, I got to thinking about it and decided to make Diane the first of three or four funky/groovy CDs. I gave it to her today. Here's what's on it:
| The Girl Is Mine | Michael Jackson & Paul McCartney |
| Black Or White | Michael Jackson |
| Man In The Mirror | Michael Jackson |
| Bad | Michael Jackson |
| Thriller (Single Edit) | Michael Jackson |
| P.Y.T. (Pretty Young Thing) | Michael Jackson |
| Human Nature (7" Edit) | Michael Jackson |
| Wanna Be Startin' Somethin' | Michael Jackson |
| Beat It | Michael Jackson |
| Billie Jean | Michael Jackson |
| Off The Wall | Michael Jackson |
| Rock With You | Michael Jackson |
| Don't Stop 'Til You Get Enough | Michael Jackson |
| Shake Your Body (Down To The Ground) (Single Edit) | Michael Jackson |
| The Bird | Morris Day and the Time |
| Jungle Love | Morris Day and the Time |
Diane's only dilemma with this CD is that she can't play it in the car because her car doesn't have a CD player. I told her, "Well, you'll just have to play it at home, won't you? Loud. In front of Keith. And you can tell him that, if he gets rid of it, your friend can always burn you another CD and another one after that and still another one if he attempts to rid himself of something that doesn't fucking belong to him." She thought that was a brilliant idea and, to be honest, I did too. I'm just aching for an altercation. I'm cruisin' for a bruisin'. And I figure Michael Jackson will get me there quicker than most other folks, things, or situations. So tell me who's bad?
Chris Hansen. He has a new show out exposing dodgy insurance and investment salesmen who target senior citizens. Now, I'm not by nature a criminal, pervert, or unseemly individual; however, if I were in a room and Chris Hansen walked in, saying "I'm Chris Hansen with Dateline NBC," I'd probably have a heart attack and die right there, wondering what it was I did so wrong to merit a visit from the likes of Mr. Hansen. Yeah, what he does is a good thing, but I think he's established for himself a very scary reputation that terrifies people who haven't even diddled, robbed, or otherwise humiliated their fellow human. So I'm wondering if he can do any good at all now, considering his position. The man's presence could make Jesus Christ look questionable, which makes me ponder guilty people and their level thereof. How can we gauge anyone or any situation by Chris Hansen now? Doesn't his mere presence scream "GUILTY AS HELL!" without need for judge, jury, or any of those other pesky judicial procedures? Yeah. If Chris Hansen ever walks into a room and introduces himself to me, if I don't die of fright right there, just kill me 'cos my life will be over.
And this concludes my rant for the day (and possibly for many days), because Aunt Tudi is bitching at me again and I can't concentrate for having fantasies of chopping her up into a delightful meat pie and serving her to my closest friends with some fava beans and a nice chianti. ::slurpslurpslurp::
