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21 June 2007 @ 12:16 pm
I am aghast at the class conflict in Brandon-fuckin-Florida. Brandon, people. When I was growing up here it was cow pasture. Now it's a whole bunch of yuppie scum and the people that service their fine yuppie mall. Indeed, the city has even set up a barracks of sorts for mall and mini-mall employees, comprised of three or four expansive apartment complexes where you can live paycheck to paycheck after you come home from the Shitty Wok stand at Westfield Shopping Center. They're glorious little stucco boxes --and the complex management (they're in New Jersey) has done a fantastic job sticking as many square caves in one place as humanly possible.

And they're -surprised- when ghettotacular incidents pop up in the middle of their sweet little town? *scoff*

There was a swat team last night, and some serious yelling going down. Apparently, because our neighbor 200 feet away (across the pond in our back yard) is trafficking cocaine. *thumbsup*

Does this bother me as a resident?
Whatever. It's his bidness. Stupid bidness in this town, but his.
I get good impressions off of most of the people in this place.
Just a bunch of fellow low-paid employees supporting their kids.
I don't think anybody's gonna try to mess with us, anyway.
We've got a Shiva Lingam on the back porch and I get the
impression that people who see me shufflin tarot cards
all the damn time think I'm capable of giving The Evil Eye.
Current Mood: blahblah
19 June 2007 @ 10:23 pm
this whole trip to livejournal has me writing in an even more hidden journal so deeper stuff's comin out. i'm actually hand-writing, and it's pretty. i took a three hour nap today after the night of sleep i had next to a bear with a tummyache. i had a fugging crazy dream with melodrama and adventure and angst and ooooh it was -cool-. wrote it out in the tiniest hand i could muster. these dreams are few and far between and you can find 'em in my notebooks in teeny teeny chickenscratch. anyway, i'm finally far enough inside myself that my brain's acting out elaborate fantasies, like when i was a lonely little kid. i'm gonna be the next laurel k. hamilton, but better. like anne rice, but interesting.
Current Mood: calmcalm
Current Music: alan watts Intellectual Yoga (gettin ready for bed)
19 June 2007 @ 08:47 am
I didn't feel like messing around with the baby gate this morning, since this is the first time in -months- it's been down and I haven't had to pivot over three feet of plastic death-trap. The baby keeps coming over to hug me 'cause he's so happy about this new freedom. He's playing with my parakeet. Who LOVES him. Crazy.

If you couldn't tell, I'm procrastinating in regard to domesticity that needs to develop before Michael comes home from work. He just dragged himself into Dillards with a nasty stomach flu, brightened by the idea of puking on a manager. Whenever he comes home, my life will be easier if I've made a couple sacrifices around the house like Cleaning Up After Michael's Ass. (I've sort of been on an unannounced strike in that department)

Shoot now Gabe's playing with the altar. The plot: to smuggle daddy's tarot cards to the birdy. Damn weirdoes.
Current Mood: busy
Current Music: a sloth singing some hippy song about the big world
01 February 2007 @ 02:13 pm
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A prime example of emotional extremes: Passion and fury incarnate.

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Baby's good, mama's looney as ever, and daddy's a very good daddy.


Current Mood: calmcalm
Current Music: the Woody's Round-Up theme song
10 December 2006 @ 03:58 pm
You guys are wonderful.

That journal entry was written by my new room mate after she thought she signed me out of lj. I couldn't figure out why hotmail was showing me all these consoling comments when I haven't posted more than in the many bitchy parenting groups I'm part of. (For a fun time, see booju_newju --it's a family-oriented debate group. people are BITCHES.)


Gabriel is almost a year old.
Satruday brings the big oh-one.
He's walking, he's picking up on words like nobody's business --He says "Jen" and "A-choo" and "Mama, Dada" "Hi, Guy!" and "Kitty!" and last night I told him "NO" and he said "Uh -huh-" and that went on for like five minutes.
He chuckles when he's doing something evil, like escaping to the back yard. Won't wear shoes. Takes off his pants all the time. Plays with poo. And Michael won't, won't, won't let me order him a Disney Princess cake for his birthday.

Michael and I aren't rocky.
We're fuckin -married- mind you
(No, NOT literally)
so we argue and bitch and moan all the damn time.
But we lurve.
He's studying Eastern thought and working in the men's department of Dillards (laugh if you need to, my mom did).
I'm reading all the novels I can get my hands on because this semester off will be the catalyst for my first Great Work. *cough* I'm still on my tarot kick. And you haven't heard anything from me because a)I use my blog @ myspace, and b)This has been THE hardest GOD DAMNDEST semester of my entire damn LIFE. Yeah, I know some of you are taking Russian and shit, but Spanish with an eleven-month-old grabbing for your book and throwing tantrums is no piece of cake.

Oh and the whole campus thinks we're swingers, because we have big mouths and no shame. Score.
07 December 2006 @ 11:18 pm
Life sucks. Guess I should've realized that a long time ago. Thankfully school's out til January but I still have work. Relationships suck as well right now, or maybe they do all the time I really don't know. Maybe whoever it was that told me aquarius and taurus don't work out was right. I think it's time for a break and time for a change. I need something different. I'm sick of school even though I don't have much more before my degree. Maybe I'll apply to an actual college in the middle of nowhere and have everything taken care of for me, I mean that's what my sisters have. Why can't I have it? Both of them are either married already or are planning on getting married very soon. I don't know what I want in my life anymore. Maybe it's time for me to try new people or start a new relationship. All I'm trying to say, is that I'm done with life and I'm done with love and I want to be on my own.
12 May 2006 @ 11:50 am
http://b.n.greene.googlepages.com/scarletlady <--yay!

Pics of kid to come, but we seem to have misplaced the camera.
27 March 2006 @ 07:47 am
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my our wiggles :c)
09 March 2006 @ 07:27 am
So that's how this works. wait, how what works? i focused on that sentence for the last two and a half minutes while waiting for Blogger to fix it's servers, and i don't even know what it means any longer.

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Current Mood: cheerfulcheerful
18 February 2006 @ 07:31 am
If you had me alone...locked up in your house for twenty-four hours and I had to do whatever you wanted me to, what would you do with me? All posts will be permanently screened because it's a secret. Then repost this in your LJ- or don't. You might be surprised with the responses you get.