tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55684722912931502472024-03-19T00:55:09.140-07:00Random Rantings of a Goth MomWhat Happens When a Goth Chick is a Mom?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16913461492478858717noreply@blogger.comBlogger69125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568472291293150247.post-79478095986042919772014-02-04T20:24:00.001-08:002014-02-05T08:50:08.588-08:00WOW! Where Have I Been?Okay, so I've been out of the loop for a while. I suppose you all want an explanation, right? Well, Minions, you're in luck. That's what you're about to get.<div><br></div><div>Last year was Hell on Earth. So many things happened that seemed like one shit storm after another. We moved into what was suppose to be awesome apartments but turned into the most ghetto place every. How ghetto? They didn't clean the sinks and stove before we moved in... They <i style="font-weight: bold;">PAINTED</i> them! Yes, painted. Within a few days sinks started to chip. Sinks I don't care too much about, but the <i style="font-weight: bold;">stove?</i> Seriously? They must be out of their mother fucking minds! The damned thing burst into flames as I was fixing Xic's eggs one day. What did the complex say? "Perhaps you should clean your stove more often to stop the grease build up." The fuck did you just say, bitch? How about you replace this deathtrap stove that <b>your</b> guys painted. While you're at it, how about stocking the fire extinguishers too?</div><div><br></div><div>Xic was rejected for the police department, so he's still working for a company that hires people who cant spell their way out of a paper bag. Case in point, his supervisor sent an email about "Super Bowel" festivities. Xic said "Is it sponsored by Ex-Lax? Guess I'm going to have a shitty day at work. It's going to stink." Yeah, that's my husband.</div><div><br></div><div>We've have an offer in on a house we want to buy. It's a short-sale. Our offer was first put in late October. They replied mid December wanting $25k more than the listing price, we counted, they countered back with $235k, we agreed and signed on January 2. We haven't heard back from them since. Hey, NationStar! Get off you're fucking asses and sign off on the damned thing so we can move the fuck in and get out of this shit hole apartment complex already! I'd also like to get moved before March 11th! Fucktards.</div><div><br></div><div>March 11th, in case you're wondering, is when I have surgery to reattach muscles that are torn. In two places. I also have to have at least one hernia repaired. When I fuck up my body, I do it right.</div><div><br></div><div>I did find my dad last year, so that's a plus. 30 years of not knowing and him wondering put to rest with one test that proved 99.999% he is my dad. We met and found that even though we never knew each other we're alike in so many ways. We look alike, love the same foods, and our tastes in houses and kitchen designs are the same. Okay, enough sappy shit. I don't need you all crying like Manning after the Super Bowl.</div><div><br></div><div>I would like to congratulate the Seattle Seahawks and the 12th Man for the well deserved win. Way to play, Legion of Boom. Oh, and a special shout out to Marshawn Lynch. Thanks to you, Nyx and Nox now run around yelling "Beast MODE! Skittles!" and I have to say I love it. </div><div><br></div><div>~Hekate</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16913461492478858717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568472291293150247.post-3964794876800604102013-07-20T22:29:00.000-07:002013-07-20T22:29:05.304-07:00Marvel War of Heroes Alliance<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Minions, as you all know I'm a gamer. I play all types of games: PC, PS3, Xbox, and even Apps. What I am about to show you is a conversation string that left me laughing so hard I <span style="font-weight: bold;">actually couldn't breathe!</span> What follows is why I love the group of guys I play with. Oh, and <b>I'm</b> the one on the right. </span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16913461492478858717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568472291293150247.post-9367449400698401822013-06-27T23:56:00.000-07:002013-06-27T23:56:01.339-07:00Family and Computer Twunt<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It's been a Hell of a night already, Minions. Now that my fucking twunt ass computer has decided it wants to work with me and start up, I can now write that ever coveted blog post you've all been dying for. Ready for my twitchy face and clinched fist post? Good. Here we go...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So by now you know about my side of the family, but today I'm going to be writing about the other side. The in-law side.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I love <i>most</i> of my in-laws, but there's always one in every marriage that just gets on your last. Fucking. Nerve. Am I right? Of course I am. That one for me? Sassy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sassy was mentioned in a previous post I wrote. I don't talk to Sassy much. Why? She's drama. Not to say other members don't have their share of drama (like most of my side of the family), but Sassy has a knack for <b>EPIC. BULLSHIT. DRAMA. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She calls me when shes stressed or had a bad day. Seriously, this is the <u style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">ONLY</u> time she calls me. She even said so. Thanks, bitch. Nice to know I'm only good enough for you to complain to because no one else wants to listen about your shity ass day.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She calls bitching because Xic told her "No" about creating an Instagram account to share photos with her. She proceeds to <i>order </i> me to make Xic create an account or create one anyway even though he said "No". Yeah, no. That doesn't fly in our house. Mommy and Daddy refuse to be played against one another. It doesn't work for our kids, it sure as Hell won't work for you. Nice try though.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She then bitches about he ex and how he said, she said, blah, blah, fucking blah. Honestly I tuned most of this shit out, but caught the majority of it. After trying to be rational with her about the problem for 45 minutes I realized it was a lost cause and changed the subject. Well, <i style="font-weight: bold;">tried</i> to anyway. She ended up going back to it a few minutes later until we hit the last subject of the night.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Tell my brother to call and text me more. He <i style="font-weight: bold;">never</i> talks to me!" Excuse me? Are you really going to go there? Bitch, please! He texted you more in <b>ONE. FUCKING. DAY. </b>than he did me in a week! You want to know <i>why</i> he avoids your calls? The same reason I'm going to start sending your ass to voice mail and deleting it without listening: <b>YOU'RE TOO MUCH FUCKING DRAMA!</b> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Oh, and you know how you complained about how your mom (may she rest in peace) rambled on and on and repeated herself 20 times in a call and wouldn't hang up after saying bye 30 minutes straight? Congratufuckinglations, sweet cheeks! You're just like her! I loved your mom. You, not so much. You were a bitch to me from day one and I'm only your favorite person to talk to when no one else wants to deal with your bitchy ass. Here's a tip: If people ignore your calls or keep saying "Hey, I have to go. I need to do (insert some really important, but not too important thing). I'll call you back" but they never do, it's not them. <u style="font-weight: bold;">IT'S YOU.</u> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Oh yeah, thanks for stealing an hour of my life I will never get back. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Now that my computer has been a fucking twunt for the last time tonight and I got my rant out, sort of, I'm going to go kick Xic's ass in Injustice.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My dad was in town this weekend... What? Shocked I have a dad? Get the fuck over it and let me get on with my EPIC story!... As I was saying, we all went to watch Verin's Karate tournament on Saturday. On our way home, I'm driving and encounter a Level 80 Fucktard and a Level 80 Douchwaffle at the same time.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You see, Minions, the city we live in has a highway that turns into a regular street. It ends in our city. So you go from a 60 MPH zone to 35 MPH zone in a matter of feet. Awesome, right? Yeah, it gets better. See, at the end of said highway is a light. I'm lucky enough to always catch it when it's green. This day was no different. After that light is another light. My lucky day, it's green too. Awesome! Because at this point, Nyx and Nox are in full on <b>DEF-CON 4 EPIC MELTDOWN</b>. So what happens next pissed me 50 shades the fuck off.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Fucktard is in one car (A Cadillac at that) and Douchwaffle is in another (yet another Cadillac). They roll their tinted (and I mean damn near illegal tinted) windows down, slow to a fucking crawl at 15-20 MPH, and start talking to each other. There's a line of cars at least 20 deep behind me and the guy next to me and we're all blaring our fucking horns at this point. After what seemed like 5 minutes Douchwaffle changes lanes and I speed up and pass him. He then proceeds to try to pull up beside me, and I can't help but think he may try to start some shit with my kids in the car. At this point I'm running every scenario in my head: He'll pull a gun and start shooting. He'll jump out with his boys and try to kick our asses (Good luck buddy. Xic and I would destroy you within seconds while Nyx and Nox devour your entrails). Anyway, he ends up not catching up and turns before we have to. Crisis averted. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But my post doesn't end like this. That wouldn't be fun, now would it? Here comes the Hekate Rage Rant you all have been missing:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hey asswipes! Yeah, all you wannabe "Gangsta" pussy asses out there. If you're going to try to score or sell drug, do like all the other "Gangsta's" do and buy 20 different fucking cell phones and <b>STOP BLOCKING MY WAY HOME!</b> I sweat to fucking all that is holy and unholy that the next time I see one of you douchewaffling, ass-munching fucking asshole surfers slowing down and talking to another fucking car while I'm trying to get somewhere I will rear end you at full fucking force so long as my kids aren't with me. Just because you have to support you 20 different baby mama's and the 35 fucking kids you have doesn't give you the right to block the road, fucker. Oh, and pull up your damn pants, "playa". Maybe if you could run without having to grab your pants every two fucking steps or have them fall and you trip you wouldn't get busted by the cops as often. And the next time you try to pull up beside me while I'm driving, it better be to apologize. Otherwise I may run your ass of the fucking road or have to kick your ass. How sad would that be to have all your boys see you get a baseball bat shoved up your poop shoot by a 5'0" goth chick? Come to think of it... Go ahead and do it. Maybe I could get famous on YouTube and call the video "Now <i style="font-weight: bold;">THAT'S </i>Gangsta".</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Now, if you follow me on <a href="http://www.facebook.com/GothMomRantings" target="_blank">Facebook</a>, you have seen me post about Stompy. Let me explain why i call him/her/it this.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Every day without fail since we have moved in, our neighbor starts moving around at 4:30 am. <b>EVERY. FUCKING. DAY.</b> If we're lucky, <i>real lucky,</i> they hold off until 5:00 am. This isn't your normal "Oh, I'm getting ready for work" movement. Oh no. This is "I am Sumo!" stomping. Seriously, I think The Hulk walks more softly in his rage than this fucker on any given day.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This morning stomp continues until 7:30 am. It wakes Nyx and Nox up. They <i>use </i>to sleep until 8:30 or 9:00. Thanks, Stompy. After the twins are up, fucktard leaves for the day. Yeah, thanks asshole. My day now is shot all to Hell because Nyx and Nox are not, I repeat, <u style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">NOT</u> morning people. If they were older, I'd give them coffee. Massive amounts of coffee.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Guess who comes back at about 5:30 pm? <b>STOMPY!</b> Awesome, right? I get 10 whole hours of quiet. Yeah, you obviously don't know Nyx and Nox. So 5:30, after Xic leaves for work, Stompy comes home. Now I guess dumb ass missed the fucking memo that we have a fitness center on site, because they stomp from kitchen to living room, hall, bedroom, hall, living room, and back to kitchen. <b>15 MOTHER FUCKING TIMES IN A ROW.</b> Back and forth. Back and forth. Sometimes I wonder how the ceiling hasn't collapsed. This shit continues until 11fucking30 pm. Keep in mind that quiet hours here are from 10 pm to 6 am. You can get called out if your TV is too loud.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">~Hekate</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16913461492478858717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568472291293150247.post-55962830917641208032013-03-18T21:08:00.001-07:002013-03-18T21:11:26.058-07:00Not My Most Eloquent PostFUCKING HELL! I hate some of my fucking "family" members sometimes! Not going to mention who it is because I know someone close to them reads this, but FUCKING HELL!<br />
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Xic and I have traveled SEVERAL fucking times to visit certain people to show up and be all but ignored. One of these aforementioned persons had the AUDACITY to post on Facebook implying that I do not make an effort to visit all because someone else whom they haven't seen in NINE FUCKING YEARS moved in with them after THEY paid for them to fly there. REALLY?<br />
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MOTHER FUCKING, COCK SUCKING, TWATWAFFLE! Xic and I pay for every fucking visit we make! WE pay for OUR motel room! WE pay for OUR gas and travel expenses! YOU pay for NOTHING and don't even acknowledge our fucking existence when we're there! It took you 12 fucking hours to even say "Hi" to me one visit and you only said it because another family member who was visiting called you out on it! And you have the fucking NERVE to post shit on Facebook saying I should come visit YOU and the person whom you paid for to move there? FUCK YOU!<br />
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You even want some other twatwaffle to come visit whom you haven't seen in eight years and expect me to be nice to them after the shit they said about me on Facebook? FUCK THAT AND FUCK THAT GORILLA FACE WHORE TOO! I don't give a rat's ass if they are "family"! <br />
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You all can suck my metaphorical dick and choke on it, assholes! I'm fucking DONE. Oh I'll play nice for a while, but only for my children's sake and only for a few more years. Once time is out, you all can fuck off and stay the Hell out of our lives. I didn't need you for 30 fucking years and I won't need you for the next 30!<br />
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~HekateAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16913461492478858717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568472291293150247.post-15592330666498231672013-03-18T17:12:00.001-07:002013-03-18T17:12:28.254-07:00WTFH?Minions, I've been called a few names in my life. Bitch. Whore. 'Spic bitch. Freak. You name it, I've probably been called it. But today... Today I was called a new name.<br />
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I was on my way to Walmart when I pulled up to a stop sign. I did my normal slow to a stop, like you're suppose to do, when this car comes speeding up behind me, slams on his breaks, screeches to a stop, and proceeds to follow me in a fast rage to Walmart.<br />
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When I parked, this Merle wannabe jumps out of his car and yells at me. Here is what was said:<br />
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Him: Learn to drive you Spasian bitch!<br />
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Me: The fuck is a Spasian?<br />
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Him: A 'Spic Asian!<br />
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Me: I can see where you might think I'm Asian, but I'm not. And perhaps you should learn to read you white trash asshole. Stop means STOP, not Skid Tires On Pavement. Fucking dick.<br />
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Him: ... (walks away)<br />
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I spent the rest of the time at Walmart wondering where he heard Spasian from. No way in Hell he was smart enough to come up with that on his own.<br />
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Anyway, back to the move. I'm hoping we're done on Thursday. Until then, I'll be MIA for a while. BTW, I hate moving...<br />
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~HekateAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16913461492478858717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568472291293150247.post-16385094092170122712013-03-10T20:42:00.000-07:002013-03-10T20:42:00.713-07:00A Serious Case of Mangina<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Minions, in the apps I play (i.e. Marvel War of Heroes) we have "trainings" or "wars" with other alliances. Sometimes we win, sometimes we get our asses handed to us. The point is, win or lose we take its in stride and learn from what we did wrong. Usually it falls on us not having enough people online or calling one in before we fully recharged our attack power. Now when we win, sometimes it's </span><b><u>EPIC</u></b><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">. Last night was one of those EPIC times.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We went to war against an alliance we massacred once before. No big deal. Last nights war was close for a while. We pulled ahead, then they caught up. Then they were ahead and we caught up. Close to the end three or four of us unleashed a beating that they couldn't come back from if they were Dr. Who. (Is my geek showing again?)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Now sometimes you have gracious losers who send messages like "Man, good fight! If you ever want to merge alliances let me know!" Or "LOL And I though we had you when we were trailing by only 11k points!" Sometimes, though, we encounter the epitome of the sad existence of man. The cry babies who just refuse to except that they lost in a fair fight and have to whine, bitch, moan, and threaten with tattling on you to the mods of the game. Case in point: Mobage player L8RG8RS1</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ooh! Your going to tell on us for beating your team? <b>OH NOES! PUH-LEASE</b> don't tell on us for playing fair! Seriously, you basement dwelling, pansy ass, momma's boy? Get the sand out of your mangina, grow a fucking pair, and get the fuck over yourself. Take the loss and deal with it. You don't like losing? Too fucking bad, numb nuts. That's part of life. You may have grown up where everyone got a participation ribbon so the sniveling little shits like you didn't feel left out, but in the real world that doesn't happen. It's a fucking game, you lost, <b>DEAL WITH IT</b>! It's pretty fucking pathetic that a chick has to tell you that. Douchewaffle. Oh, did I hurt your feelings? Too fucking bad, asswipe. Go suck on your mommy's tits and hope she'll comfort you because you lost in a damned game. Also, the next time you think about messaging one of us bitching because your magina is bleeding, don't. Take a fucking Midol, shove a tampon in the bitch, shut the fuck up, and move on.</span><br />
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</div><div>I've been suffering from insomnia for quite some time. At first I thought it was just a stress thing and it would pass. Nope. Then my doctor suggested I take Melatonin. Didn't help. So the next step was a wonderful little pill called Ambien. I'm sure you've all heard of it. You've seen the commercials, heard horror stories about hallucinations or psychotic episodes. Yep. <b>THAT</b> pill.</div><div><br />
</div><div>My first experience with Ambien was a few years back. I was pregnant, but they thought I was going to lose the baby. I wasn't sleeping. At all. So they gave me Ambien. I thought I just went to sleep one night and woke up refreshed the next morning thinking I had a great nights sleep. I walked into my kitchen to find I had made a 13 egg omelette own the floor. Onions, peppers, ham, cheese, the works. Yeah. That was REAL fun to clean up.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Fast forward to the past few months. It's been a real roller coaster ride in the Goth house. Xic's schedule is all over the place, mostly working nights, and has been working since Friday and will work until Monday. Yep. 11 days in a row. Awesome. This not only takes a toll on him, but me as well. I finally had a breakdown in my doctor's office yesterday that led him to prescribe me Ambien so I could get some sleep. Oh, I got sleep alright. I felt great this morning. Seriously. I woke up HAPPY. That never happens. But then I read through chats on Line that we had with out Alliance members from Marvel War of Heroes... I'll just let you read them:</div><div><br />
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~HekateAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16913461492478858717noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568472291293150247.post-41724539783384600462013-02-22T22:50:00.000-08:002013-02-22T22:50:41.691-08:00Car Alarm Rage<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Minions, promise me you will <b>NEVER </b>be the person with the annoying car alarm that goes off repeatedly. Promise? Good. Now, time for a bedtime rant from your favorite Goth Mom.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">On this night, after the Gothlings were in bed, Xic was getting ready for work when it happened. A car alarm went off. The constant honking of the horn was rather annoying. Xic tried to ask Hekate something, but she couldn't hear him over the fucking horn beeping over and over again. After about three minutes, give or take, the alarm stopped and all was well again. Until....</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>*BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!*</b> The alarm started again an hour after Xic had left. Hekate was somewhat annoyed now, since it was getting late and she was trying to watch a movie. The alarm stopped after 10 agonizing minutes and Hekate resumed watching her movie.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>*BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!* </b>Again the alarm started just a few minutes after it stopped. Over and over the horn blared. And the lights flashed. As soon as it would stop, it started again. <b>NINE. FUCKING. TIMES. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Who the fuck owns this car?" Hekate wondered aloud. "Fucking noisy ass, piece of shit! I'm recording this bitch now!" and she proceede to take out her phone and record the nuisance when the owner appeared. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Uh... What do you think you're doing?" Said the twatwaffle owner. "You can't just take picture of my car!"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Oh, I wasn't taking pictures, I was about to record your car since you obviously don't know how to control ten alarm on it and show it to the owners of the complex. That way if they get a call on you again, your car will be towed...." Hekate said as she walked away. She stopped, turned and said, "That is, unless one of our neighbors or I decide to disable your alarm next." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The owner quickly moved their car and didn't come back. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>The End</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I seriously hate when visitors here park wherever the Hell they want and have annoying fucking alarms that go off at odd hours or they sit and play with their panic buttons for fun. Fucking assholes. They're lucky my kids didn't wake up or I would have bashed their car with a bat, my battle axe, and whatever else I got my hands on. My doc put me on a new med that's suppose to make me happy, instead it's made me sick, tired, twitchy, and pissed off even more, the last thing I need right now is some fuckers damned car alarm blaring all fucking night while I try to relax and possibly go comatose sometime around 2-3 am if I'm lucky! Seriously, Minions, don't be that person. <b>EVER!</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">~Hekate</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16913461492478858717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568472291293150247.post-20241113613387264832013-02-05T21:44:00.000-08:002013-02-05T21:44:45.405-08:00Hekate's Crazy Fan<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It was only a matter of time, Minions. And here I thought no one read my blog except a select few, and maybe a few misguided clicks. I, Hekate Jahi, have received my first "Crazy Fan". And not just your round of the mill crazy. I'm talking "There's a reason I stay anonymous and this is it" cray cray. Shall I tell you what was said?</span><br />
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<i style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Hekate, I am falling in love with you. You are <b>EVERYTHING</b> I want and need. You make my heart skip a beat when I read your words. Please don't deny me, you know you want me too. I can feel it! It's like you write for me and only me. You understand me like no other. </i><br />
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<i style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I want to put a funnel in your pussy, make you cum over and over. I want to bottle your sweet Heaven honey and drink it throughout the day. I would even use your juices on my salad as a dressing. I need you, and I know you need me too!! I masturbate to your words each and every night and day!! I want to worship at the temple that is Hekate's pussy! Take me to church every night!! Don't deny me your words and beauty!! I would die without you!!</i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Are you all done puking? I'm not...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Well, Orion, what can I say? I guess thank you for reading my blog? I'm glad you like, nay, <i>love</i> it? No, that's not right. Give me a minute to think of what I really want to say. I'm still dry heaving from the "juices on my salad" bit.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Dude, you've got some serious fucking issues! You are <i style="font-weight: bold;">BEYOND</i> bat shit crazy. You need to check yourself into the nearest metal hospital and have all sharp objects hidden from you. Thanks for thinking I'm beautiful, but you do realize that the picture here isn't me? Obviously not, you're too busy eating paste and jacking off to my blog. Wow. That thought made me vomit in my mouth...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Seriously, <b>WTF is <i>wrong</i> with you?!?</b> I'm too disturbed to even think of some smart ass shit to say. Thanks, you sick twisted fucktard. You have made the infamous Hekate speechless in a bad way. It's because of people like you that I stay anonymous and don't divulge my location or even hint at where I might be. I don't need some Private Pyle looking mother fucker showing up at my door, zip tying my hands and ankle together, duct taping my mouth, and placing funnels in any part of me trying to harvest any type of fluid. Damn! You're more twisted than anyone I have <b>EVER </b>known. Good job, shit stick.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm going to go scrub myself with bleach now and try to feel clean again.</span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16913461492478858717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568472291293150247.post-91680594516220785272013-02-03T00:36:00.000-08:002013-02-03T00:36:17.848-08:00FINALLY!<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I can now post from my iPad again! About fucking time, google.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So, a quick fill in of events taken place in the Goth home:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Xic is <i>still</i> waiting to hear from his dream job. It seems when you want people to hurry the fuck up they slow down even more. In the meantime he's been working crazy hours and shifts. Who the Hell schedules someone with two-year-olds running around their house for graveyard shifts every week? Seriously? The money's great but the hours suck ass.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Nyx and Nox have been reminding me several times a day that the "Terrible Twos" are here. <b>HELP! </b>Between the tantrums, meltdowns, hitting, pushing, stage diving practice, kicking the other off of things, and trying to be zombies (seriously, they try to chew through my skull), I'm going crazy! Someone pass me a bottle of something strong.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Mother Nature is being a whore this month. I'm either going to spontaneously combust, freeze to death, die from massive amounts of blood loss, or end up in the Psych Ward at the local hospital. I am counting down the days to Menopause! Can someone hit the fast forward button on that for me?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My mood swings are giving Xic whiplash. Hell, my mood swings make me want to punch <b>MYSELF</b> in the throat! But Xic isn't completely innocent either. Between his memory loss (he claims old age, I claim Man Syndrome), his own mood swings, crazy work schedule, and talking in his sleep, I don't get much sleep or time to relax. Though I do find out some interesting things from the conversations we have when he's asleep. (Word of advice: If you're a sleep talker, secrets come out. Like what you got your spouse for Christmas.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So here I am, sitting in bed in the middle of the night when I should be sleeping, freezing my ass off (though that may not be a bad thing) while sweating, wishing I could just fucking sleep, writing this post, waiting for the weekend to be over with so I can make yet another pointless doctors appointment, and waiting for Xic to get home so I can sleep next to him for all of two hours, get up, make breakfast for the kids, and start my daily routine. I need a vacation!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">On a good note, we did find a babysitter willing to watch the demon twins! Let's see how long that lasts..</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">~Hekate</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16913461492478858717noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568472291293150247.post-79642612409852315422013-01-18T21:19:00.000-08:002013-01-18T21:19:36.786-08:00You Messed With the Wrong Gamer, Dude.<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hello again, Minions. I know I've been lacking in the blogging area as well as my Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram posts. What can I say, life is crazy sometimes. And when you have demon twins that tag team the tantrums during the terrible twos you end up most days wondering "Where the Hell is the Tequila?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">One of the few things that I do is game. I'm one of the gamers that plays a wide variety genres. I play table top RPGs, MMORPGs, card based games, mind benders, dance, pretty much anything. I play apps on my iPhone and iPad as well. This post is about one of those apps and a guy who just doesn't understand you don't mess with Hekate and her games.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The app: <b>Rage of Bahamut</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In RoB we have events called Holy Wars. You battle other orders in the effort to rank highest in the world to get the uber cards. The way it works is one member will declare war and the search is on for an order that is similar in size as yours. Common sense dictates that you make sure other order members are online and ready for battle before you declare war. You ask on the forum, KiK, Palringo, Line, Text, or whatever method you choose to make contact with as many members as you can. But there's always that <i style="font-weight: bold;">one</i> person who doesn't think.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Mobage account Godzrule76</b> Remember that screen name, for that is the one fucktard who wrecks havoc by being blissfully ignorant. This guy joins the order I'm in the day the Holy Wars started. No big deal, right? <b>WRONG!</b> This kid declares war, no big deal, except no one was on to fight. We lose. He declares another, hits one person one time, no one else is on, we lose. Declares <i>another</i>, hits once, a few people are on, we win by a few points. This kid declared every single war yesterday and all but one so far today, hit once or twice when he did fight, and never once paid any attention to the forum wall or his own news feed of us, including yours truly, saying "Knock that shit off, douchewaffle!" Okay, so we can't say that in the game because it gets censored, but you can bet your sweet ass I was thinking it and typed it a few times before I settled on calling him a jerkoff.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Now this kid (face it, anyone younger than me is a kid) messaged the order leader in Facebook apologizing and pleading that he just "didn't know how Holy Wars work", so I won't blast his real name and Facebook profile. This time. Yeah, I must be getting old. I'm going soft. Damn it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So to close this post, I'm going to say everything I was thinking and wanted to say to him in game:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Godzrule76, What the fuck is your problem, dickweed?</b> What gives you the right to declare war after war after war and not do a damn thing, fucker? <i><b>Seriously?!</b></i> And only because you see <b><i>now</i></b> that we're pissed off do you try to kiss ass and apologize?<b> The fuck, asshole?</b> Do you<i><b> ever</b></i> fucking sleep? Cheese and rice! As soon as one war ends you declare another! What the Hell is wrong with you? <b>OMFG</b> If I could reach you, I'd fucking throttle you while Xic or the order leader sold tickets for people to watch! (Hey, gotta make money somehow). Think a chick can't hit? Ask Xic. I don't do that scratching, hair pulling thing bitches do. <b>Hell no!</b> I'm a curb stop your ass, if you have hair I use it to slam your face and head on the ground only to pull you back up to punch you and repeat kind of chick! I take my games seriously, and I'm competitive as fuck! I want to <b><u>win</u></b>, and your leeching ass is just dragging me down! Now either back the fuck off or man the fuck up and fight with us instead of making us lose, asshole!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">~Hekate</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16913461492478858717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568472291293150247.post-69043957483637808812013-01-10T22:10:00.000-08:002013-01-10T22:10:21.299-08:00Dear Apartment Complex:<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I am writing this blog/letter/complaint to you and for everyone who has to deal with places like you.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Let's be honest here, the only reason Xic and I decided to move into your place was because all of our other options were either craptacular places or in banjo picking territory. We signed the lease and have followed all the rules to date. We told you when we moved in that we had two cars, you said "No problem. If your garage is full, like most people here, you can park one car in front of the garage and the other in one of the spots on the side." Awesome! No big deal. And then my car crapped out. So Xic and I moved it to the street to open a spot for someone else. We didn't park in that spot for <i style="font-weight: bold;">months</i>. One neighbor thought I actually left Xic and took the kids with me. That's how long that spot was open. No one parked there. <b>EVER.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Last month Xic bought me a new car for Christmas. We came back home on December 21st with two cars. I parked in front of the garage and Xic parked in the other spot that <b>no one</b> used. Made more since since he works and leaves almost every day. Guess what happens when he leaves? <b>No one parks in that spot.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You and all your employees drive by here often. You see we're always on the move. So why did you feel the need to leave a note on our door this morning before your office even opened saying we are contributing to the parking problem at our building? Someone fucking complained and I know just what pussy ass, coward bitch said shit too. The middle aged hermit, dried up bitch on the ground floor. We're the only people with two cars, so I know it was directed toward us. Why write a fucking letter? Why not just, oh I don't know, <b>ASK </b>us. Xic works the graveyard shift this week and next but I am always home. You have our number, you could have called and told us that someone was complaining, though I don't know why. What, is she expecting and over sized dildo to be delivered? Because I know for a fact that old smokey back there doesn't get any fucking visitors. Troll face couldn't pay people to visit her! Even Hell Hound runs when he sees her! The fucking community cat wouldn't even go near her and hissed at her when she looked at him! The fuck does that tell you?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I am so fucking glad that we found a new place to move to and can't wait for our lease to be up! Sure we'd have to pay $50 more a month for rent, but we'd get an extra bedroom, more square feet, a patio/balcony, storage room, they have <b>three </b>pools, a hot tub, a tanning bed, fitness center, theater, a playground, and on site movie rental. You don't even have a pool. All you have is... Wait, I know this... OH! A water hose you call a car wash. Gee, I'm so going to miss living here. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I will come back to visit one of my neighbors, though. That will be the only thing I actually miss.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">P.S. Have fun with the carpet in Nyx and Nox's room. When they were sick, they puked and shit on the carpet. <b>LMAO</b> Then there's always the door they tore down. >=D</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16913461492478858717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568472291293150247.post-46251216571738893282013-01-02T14:13:00.000-08:002013-01-02T14:13:51.709-08:00Holidays and Hekate<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Oh Minions, I'm sure by now everyone has been wondering what has become of your beloved Goth Mom over the holidays. Well, you're in luck. I'm about to spin a story for you that will have you saying, "Maybe my family isn't <i>that</i> bad after all!"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Let's start with Thanksgiving. Well, we traveled 5 1/2 hours a few days before to visit family since Xic had to work on Thanksgiving. If Nyx wasn't crying, Nox was. When they finally fell asleep we had to wake them up to eat lunch. Never, I repeat, <b>NEVER</b> wake a sleeping toddler Well, unless you want to deal with screaming and crying for 3 hours. We make it to our destination and what followed was semi fun and frustrating as fuck. I visited with my aunt I hadn't seen in 23 years. That as the fun part. Me being the big kid I am, I sat in her lap and she rocked me like she use to when I was a kid. Stop laughing fuckers! I'm still a bad ass, my aunt is just that fucking awesome. We drive back home and I have to make Thanksgiving dinner while Xic is working. I'll say this: My Hekate Original Brine fucking rocks. Best. Turkey. EVER.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Fast forward to December. Christmas is usually a fun time. Usually. The week before Christmas I almost got taken out by some bad cheese. Sounds lame, right? Yeah, keep reading... I have allergies. Mushrooms, tree nuts, Penicillin, stuff like that. So why was I almost taken out by cheese? It was in the beginning stages of mold. What is mold but home grown Penicillin. Why did I eat moldy cheese? Funny thing you ask. It didn't look molded, didn't smell moldy, and it didn't taste like it either. It was in the very early stage of it. Me being the sensitive one, I broke out in hives and started having trouble breathing. So 40 minutes and an ambulance ride later I was given EpiPens and told to stop taking my seizure meds because it could make it worse. Awesome.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Later that day Nyx tossed her cookies. Twice. I thought it was just stress of the EMTs being there, turns out my little table licker got sick from licking a table at the pizza place we went to the day before. Luckily it lasted a day. Bad news is she gave it to Nox. Nox was worse. Nyx slept most of the time she was sick and wanted to be held. Nox, not so much. She stayed awake for 24 hours and went into rage mode. She didn't want to be touched, held, comforted, or be left alone. After 24 hours, she crashed and crashed hard. She was feeling better the next day. Me, not so much. I got sick around the same time as Nox, but mine lasted 2-3 days. I don't really remember too much except it was the first time in a long time that I drank just water. If you know me, you know I don't drink plain water. But all was well after a few days and everyone is back to our normal.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So now it's a new year, Nyx and Nox are 2, Verin is turning 10, and I've got a birthday coming up soon. All I want is to get my hair dyed black with red streaks again. That's it. Yeah, I'm simple. Plus Xic got me a new tattoo and a new car for Christmas so what else could I possibly want or need? Okay, a Zombie Themed birthday party would be nice too... Mmm... BRAINS!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">~Hekate</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16913461492478858717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568472291293150247.post-65228588722250272442012-12-11T11:07:00.000-08:002012-12-11T11:07:11.859-08:00DEF-CON 4 Epic<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Yesterday produced such a wonderful topic to rant about, Minions. So I had to take time out of the busy holiday season to post this rant for your entertainment and to keep me from giving some douchewaffle who needs to put on their big boy pants and grow a fucking pair a subdural hematoma.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Xic works a security detail and a federal building where we live. He's 6'3 (or 6'4" depending on who measures him) and has arms bigger than my head. He was a military cop so I get he can be intimidating to some, but someone in the building he works at reported him. <b>FOR DOING HIS FUCKING JOB.</b> As if reporting him wasn't enough, the shit went DEF-CON 4 Epic. So what happened? Keep reading, I can't even begin to make this shit up...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">If you fail to comply to the instructions, you are told to comply and more or less warned that failure to comply can result in being asked to leave the premises to being arrested depending on your fucking attitude. Again, just fucking suck that shit up and take off your damn shoes.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">If you continue to bitch and moan because you don't want people to see your webbed feet and sixth toe, the guards can get gruff and tell you in not so many words you're being a douche and they can fuck your shit up if you continue being a complete ass. This is where the report comes in.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Some little bitch ass, would be man reported Xic for being too intimidating. To his friend. A Senator. Really? You tattled to a Senator? You have issues, dude. I should kick your ass for being a bitch. But that's far from the end. I said DEF-CON 4 Epic.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This Senator felt compelled to send this shit further up. How far up? THE WHITE HOUSE. Really?! Now I could understand if we lived in D.C. or something, but we don't. Far from it. Thousands of miles from it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> So my husband gets reported all the way up to the fucking White House for being too intimidating? What kind of pansy ass, tit sucking, </span><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">mommy's little bitch <i><b>are</b></i> you? I bet your ass broke down crying and wet yourself too. Pussy. Nyx and Nox have more balls than you and they're only 2. And GIRLS at that! Seriously, you're a waste of fucking oxygen. Cry yourself a river, build a fucking bridge, and get the fuck over it. Seriously, if I ever see you, I may punch you on principal.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">~Hekate</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16913461492478858717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568472291293150247.post-13857129789817087012012-12-05T12:23:00.002-08:002012-12-05T12:23:58.752-08:00Why I've Been MIA<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Yes, Minions, you're beloved Goth Mom has taken a leave of absence for quite some time now. Why? Where do I start?</span><div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I have been sick. And tired. And sick and tired of being sick and tired. On top of that, Xic has been working crazy fucking schedules that have us all running around wondering when the fuck things will slow down, if ever. </span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Plus add on the holidays that are here and you have craziness in itself. Add to that demon twins that have entered the oh-so-loved terrible twos. Sprinkle on a bit of family drama and you have a glimpse of my life right now. Fun, right? It gets better...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We're still waiting for the call about Xic's dream job, dealing with "You have insurance. You don't. You do.", doctors still insisting my back problem is still just my leg ,whom I have not gone back to seen since the whole torture session was set up, didn't have that done either, trying to find a dentist that will actually take our insurance and see the demon twins, and dealing with Nox either not adjusting to Xic's schedule and wants more time with him or is now afraid of the dark, <i>and</i> we have a ghost in our house. Seriously. Not making this shit up here. And it may be more than one.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What makes me think we have a ghost? Xic went to open the bedroom door for the twins when he hear, clear as day, "Daddy, let me out!" For those who know the twins, they don't talk that clearly yet. They still babble in their demonic twin speak language that sometimes gives us all chills. Also, things have gone missing and reappear right where it should have been and we just looked. Like what? Keys, wallets, coats, and food. Sloppy Joes and chili cheese dogs leave a trace if someone takes them off your plate. And when you're the only one in the house that can reach the counter and it goes missing and then is right back where it was (right next to the stove, not hard to just miss), shit's going on! One also grabbed my foot the other night and turned it ice cold. It was at least 75 in our room and I was under a heated blanket.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">To top it all off, I'm still pissed off that I can't post a blog from my iPad! Fix it, people! I don't feel like lugging my heavy ass laptop with me to visit family and friends! And no, I refuse to get a new light weight laptop. I love my Alienware. I'm a gamer and it meets or exceeds my needs.</span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16913461492478858717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568472291293150247.post-64937047263955673182012-11-05T08:43:00.002-08:002012-11-05T08:51:04.577-08:00The Fuck?!<br />
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<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">Xic is in the reserves. He used to be active
duty but since got out and plays weekend warrior. Now the military has
exercises to keep them sharp. No big deal, right? Well it wasn't until what I
heard last night. OPSEC be damned:</span><br />
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<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">Military use to hold live fire exercises (real
ammo shot during these training periods) until the 80's. why did they stop?
Because too many people were getting killed. Seriously, our guys were shooting
live ammo at targets yet hitting their own guys. So since then, 30 years ago, they
haven't had live ammo exercises.</span><br />
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<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">Our guys go overseas and get shot at by the
other side every day. Some are lucky enough to not have to go on tours or get
cushy jobs over there. Or guys have firing to keep them efficient with their
weapons. They hold exercises at random times and treat it as a real world
experience complete with casualties (special effect make-up used here).</span><br />
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<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">So what has me worked up today? Well, I get
notified by Xic that now they're bringing back live fire exercises! The fuck,
guys? Seriously, our guys getting shot at on foreign soil isn't enough? Now you
want to bring back the type of exercise that has our guys shooting live ammo?
You're trusting some of these punk wannabe Rambo weekend warriors to<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><i>not</i><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>shoot their buddies? What the fuck
happens if one freaks out and sprays all over the fucking place?
"Collateral damage"? What the fuck do you tell the wives, husbands,
kids, parents of the ones who get shot? Your (fill in the blank) was shot
during a training exercise this weekend. Friendly fucking fire right here in
the states. You want them to train and make sure they're hitting the right
target, give them paint balls first! Those fuckers hurt and you know if you're
on target.</span><br />
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<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">"They were protective gear, ma'am. There are
measures in place to make sure..." Blah blah fucking blah.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><b>BULLSHIT</b>! That helmet you give
them doesn't stop a stray fucking bullet. Got anything to protect their necks?
Didn't think so.</span><br />
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<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">I know our guys get shot every day in war zones.
I know our police force get fired upon every day. Why the fuck should we risk
our guys getting shot because you think they need more practice? Guess what I
think will happen... People will die because some fuck up wannabe hero will
start showing off and shit will happen and you'll have to stop the live fire
again after getting yelled at by a bunch of pissed off spouses and parents. On
top of that, you'll be losing a shit ton of people due to PTSD and lower
enlistments than normal.</span><br />
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<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;">Have fun with that, guys. I just hope Xic gets
his Sleep Apnea claim approved since the fucker likes to quit breathing 34
times a damn night on average. Seriously, he had a sleep study done and they're
putting him on an APAP machine for "Severe Sleep Apnea". So now not
only do I have to worry and lose sleep because he stops breathing every fucking
night, I now have to worry about some dip shit, snot nosed noob shooting him
over the fucking weekend at training. Awesome. My solid 2 hours of sleep will
become a good 30 minutes now. Fuckers.</span></span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #444444; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;">P.S. I hate that I can't post shit from my iPad anymore and copying form my email forces me to highlight and change the text. </span></span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16913461492478858717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568472291293150247.post-84430926837785135572012-10-24T12:08:00.000-07:002012-10-24T12:08:09.776-07:00Lunch at the Mall...<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Going to the mall for lunch on a rainy day is a treat for us. The kids can play inside at the play area they have, thus tiring them out and making for easy bedtime. Normally our lunch dates are uneventful. Today was different. Come with me on this "I'm going to spork someone's eyes out" journey...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Xic is hot. Really, REALLY hot. He's also my polar opposite. He's the <i>normal</i> guy and I'm, well... Goth. Now I know my husband is eye candy, but there's a point where it becomes too much. Case in point: Bleach Blonde Bitch with Less than A Tits and a Kid on the Hip.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Now Bleachy was checking Xic out. Hard core. It was so bad that <b>he</b> noticed it. That's saying something. Xic doesn't notice when chick are eyeing him up like he's some Greek God they must claim as their own. I notice, though. All the fucking time. Bleachy wasn't even trying to hide it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Now a guy spending time with his kids is sexy in itself. Watching a hot guy feeding his kids from his plate of Chinese food is probably sensory overload. When said kids happen to be twin girls who are playing the "I'm cute and I know it" card on daddy, hearts melt and panties get wet. I should know. I was sitting across from Xic as this was going on. Which is what made me get somewhat twitchy faced as Bleachy eyed him up and down like she wanted to play the MILF card on my DILF.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He's a clue, Bleachy: If the guy you're eyeing up and down like he's an all you can eat buffet and he cringes without even looking up at you, you're giving off that creepy, Fatal Attraction vibe. and should just move on.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Now when the guy you're eyeing up is also sitting across from a woman who isn't his mother, doesn't look like his sister, and the kids he's feeding look like a mix of DILF and her, chances are it's his wife or girlfriend. He's another clue to look for:<b> WEDDING RINGS</b>. His was easy to spot since he eats left handed and mine isn't exactly small. Just sayin'.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Now if that wasn't enough to put me in an eye sporking mood what happened next was serious "Twitchy Face, Clinched Fists" worthy...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Bleachy moves on just as I asked Xic if I should spork her eyes out and then comes loads of stares and cringing faces. Apparently people in our town haven't seen a Goth before. Or maybe they're use to seeing Goths with "Their own kind". Then again, they may have thought I was going to eat Nyx and Nox... Either way, it came to me saying "Take a fucking picture, it lasts longer. Oh, I'm sorry, does my look offend you? Then don't fucking look at me, bitch!"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Older people I can forgive because they wonder what's wrong with the youth, but when the older people are saying to us "Oh, what cute babies. You two make such beautiful kids" and the younger crowd is making faces when they look at me makes my blood boil and I lose my cool.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm use to stares and whispers. I've dealt with it since I was a kid. It doesn't bother me. What bothers the fuck out of me is when you face a disgusted face at me for the way I'm dressed and my black lipstick when your ass looks like they rolled out of the fucking gutter after taking a facial from no less than 20 fucking guys and smell like 3 week old ass and sweat. Then you have the nerve to tell your 50 rolled friend with the Doritos crumbs on their face and the, what I can only assume, grease stain on their shirt that you "Can't believe she walks around like <i>that</i> and he <i>let's</i> her". Seriously, Cum Dumpster? So yeah, of course I'm going to tell you, in a not so polite voice, to shut your fucking mouth and keep walking before I spork a bitch. Next time you want to say something about the way someone is dressed, look in the fucking mirror and make sure to wipe the cum off your face. Oh, and tell your friend to stop wearing mid drift shirts. I had fucking nightmares last night.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">~Hekate</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16913461492478858717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568472291293150247.post-11113160942814049712012-10-19T12:35:00.000-07:002012-10-19T12:35:01.569-07:00Someone Needs an Ass Kicking...<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Right now, Minions, I'm in a very pissed off mood and this could go one of two ways for you:</span><br />
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<li><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This chick is funny as <b>FUCK!</b></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Oh damn, I think she's talking about me!</span></li>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Take one of my ex's, Gay-vy. Seemed like a good enough guy. We got "married" (turns out it wasn't legal because some paperwork was misfiled) and after a few months, I found out I was pregnant. I drove home to tell my "husband" the good news to find him in bed with... </span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">*pause for dramatic effect*...</span><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> <b>Another </b></span><b style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">guy</b><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">. Yep. Home skillet was gay and faked it with me. Not sure if I should think I was that good or if I'm manish... Anyway, after the fight and shit that happened after I found out, I took his credit card, bank card, and the car. I drove and got my tongue pierced, bought a shit ton of new goth clothes since eh destroyed all of my old ones, and fucked his car up hard core. I then drove back and tossed him the keys and took what money he had left and hopped on the train to The Oracle's in sunny SoCal. Next thing I hear, Deep Throater was driving when the engine started acting up (odd?) and a tire blew out (new tires, odd again?) and he flipped his car. Oh, the kicker... He was in the hospital getting his... Member... stitched up because his boyfriend bit him during the rollover. Just say NO to road head.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Then there was Constant Flirt. No matter what, this one<b><i> had</i></b> to flirt with every fucking bitch with a pussy. I swear. Shit became too much so I started flirting too. Only, I flirted with everyone. Guy, girls, it didn't matter. He flipped the fuck out and left because it was too much for him to handle. Watching the girl he wanted to marry flirt with everyone with no regard for his feelings. Boo fucking hoo. Zero fucks were given when he left.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Then there was Lilith (not her real name). I thought she was perfect. She was the first real person I knew. No games with her. Or so I thought. I was wrong. Bitch was running game for days! She was with a different guy every time I was on a shoot (I was a model and actress back in the day) and a different chick when I was working in The Haunted Hotel. So what did I do? Put hot sauce on her vibe. She wanted to be Miss Hot Crotch, fine. I'd help her along. Childish, yes. But funny as fuck when I saw her the week after I left. She couldn't figure out why she had blisters and burns. (Hint: Soak that fucker for a few days if it's silicone or something that is absorbent.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The worst thing ever is someone who thinks about cheating, plans on cheating, </span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">cheats,</span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> and fucking talks in their damn sleep about the fucking shit! Cheese and fucking rice! It's bad enough that you have/are doing the deed, but I don't need to fucking here about it in detail when you're sleeping! I have seriously thought of severing vocal cords. Same goes wen you flirt knowing that shit is wrong and you fucking call me their name as you cuddle into me. I should have fucking beat your ass with a bat then and there, fucker. But I didn't. No, what I did was worse. I let Karma deal with your ass. Then when shit happened again, I didn't do anything again because Crazy Bitch did it herself. Repeatedly. For months. Then there was the sexting that I was forwarded as well (all of this happened within a few months) from another source. Fucking really? When the fuck were you going to learn? My guess, <b>NEVER.</b> Shit just kept fucking happening. Then one day... It stopped. Just like that. It was a "What the fuck <i>just</i> happened?" moment. I forgave shit that normally would have had me walking after inflicting horrible pain and torture on you. Forgave, never forgotten. Shit still hurts to this day.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So, for all you fuckers out there who think you won't get caught, you're too slick and have far too much game: <b>WRONG, ASSHOLES!</b> Shit always gets found out. Someway or another. If you're a sleep talker, you might as well just fess up to every thought you ever had. Seriously, because someone might start hitting you with random objects on night. Or you end up on the six o'clock news when your body is found several miles down a river bank. Just sayin'.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She's not the first person to be bullied to death and sadly I know she won't be the last. I take this topic very seriously as I myself was bullied and extorted by people when I was younger. I tried to kill myself the justice system failed me, but luckily I had a true friend to save me from myself. But that's another story entirely.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Amanda lost her "friends" and respect of her peers all because some fucktard decided they wanted to get their rocks off and exploit her. I use the term "friends" lightly because <i>true</i> friends wouldn't turn their back on you or do the things these immature assholes did. That info will come later...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Now, as for the person(s) involved in the release of her picture: These type of people are the lowest forms of life among us. They have such pathetic, insignificant lives that they need to manipulate anyone they can. Sadly, it's our youth that is the easiest to target. Now, thanks to Anonymous, they release the identity of one of these sleazebags (and another I believe, but I don't have that info right now). I don't care if people say "Oh, this does more harm than good." I say <b>BULL SHIT!</b> This is the best thing <b>EVER!</b> Why? Because if he's responsible, even if he's just a second or third in command, this guy is now exposed for what he is: A Pedophile! He's a sick fuck. Thank you, Anonymous, for releasing his info. And if I lived closer, I might just kick down this fuckers door and beat the fuck out of him, take pictures, and plaster them all over the interwebs for all to see a bruised, bloody, pathetic, waste of oxygen have his ass kicked by a survivor of this shit.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Now, as for the "friends" who turned their backs on Amanda when she needed them the most: You're no fucking better! How dare you claim to be a friend and then post and tag her in pictures of the shit you did! If you all were my kids, I'd fuck you up. Your asses would be drinking your fucking meals through a straw for the rest of your life if I let you fucking live. You deserve to be punished just as harshly for causing her death. Her death may be ruled a suicide, but believe me when I say that <b>you and her tormentors</b> killed her! It's murder in my eyes, you little bastards! I hope the though haunts you for the rest of your existence. I hope you are labeled as a bully and a killer. I hope you're exposed during the investigation, people learn your true nature, and charges are brought against you.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Now before you all get preachy on me and send me nasty emails about how I'm being mean and shouldn't wish ill on these "misguided" kids and the persons behind the leaking of Amanda's photo let me remind you: <b>MY BLOG, MY OPINION, AND I DON'T GIVE A FUCK.</b> Are we clear? Think how you would feel if it were your child being extorted. Maybe even yourself. You would want retribution, correct? In any form you could get, right? Yeah, so shut the fuck up with your "Two wrongs don't make a right" bull shit and jump on the vent wagon with me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Okay, she makes purses out of... Ready? <b>Duct Tape!</b> Seriously. And before you start thinking "<i>Uh, no thanks. That just sounds weird</i>." Don't knock it yet.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Now I'm not talking about plain silver Duct Tape that you see. No, not at all. I'm talking all the prints you see. Skulls, checkerboard, plaid, dragons... This chick is good!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Glad you asked that. Because yesterday I got my purse from her! Yes, Minions, your favorite Goth Mom is rocking a purse. Now I don't carry purses, I usually just have a wallet in my back pocket. Linkin Park one at that, but I digress. Yesterday I got the package I had been waiting for. My very own Dragon Clutch Purse by Em.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">If you're interested in getting one like mine, or want to check out her other projects (trust me, you do), head on over to <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/singitout" target="_blank">her shop</a>. She has a discount going on right now for 15% off until further notice. So what are you waiting for? There's something for everyone. Let her know I sent you.</span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16913461492478858717noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568472291293150247.post-48670295743991585962012-10-01T15:33:00.001-07:002012-10-01T15:33:46.628-07:00There's Stereotypes, Then There's You <span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Yes, Annoying Neighbor Across the Lot, I am referring to you. You moved in a little over a month ago and I can't help but notice you play to <b>EVERY FUCKING STEREOTYPE</b> bestowed upon you and then some extra. How so? Where do I start?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">First off, when you moved in you had "Ya boyz" (as you said) help unload everything at night so "The Spic Bitch across the way" wouldn't tell her million family members what you had. Nice to know you had me pegged from day one. And it's 2 million, asshole.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Second, during the day you walk around with your do rag on, pants hanging halfway off your ass, smoking a Black n Mild (I can smell it over here). If that wasn't enough into the stereotype, you then came home four days a week for three weeks with KFC. Someone's gonna have high cholesterol!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What came next was just too damn much. You drove home a few weeks ago driving a Cadillac Escalade with the bass so high our windows rattled and smoke rolling out of the windows. Really? The kicker, it smelled like burning trash. Hmm... Wonder what you were smoking?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The other night, you and "Ya Boyz" were hanging out in your garage drinking and conversing about any and every "Big booty bitch" who had the pleasure of riding your dick. Nice. And it lasted well past 1:00 am. We had to close our windows so Xic could sleep for work. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Speaking of work. What the fuck <i>do</i> you do? You never leave for extended periods of time, but your wife, or girlfriend, or whatever she is does. So what is it that <b style="font-style: italic;">you</b> do? Never mind. I don't know if I want to know.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Today was just too much that I couldn't help but laugh my ass off when drove up. You get out of your Escalade with yet another bucket of KFC (BTW I'm fucking jealous now cause I want some extra crispy), Black n Mild in your mouth, pants falling down, do rag in place. You go inside come back out and take a watermelon out of the back and a bag with three big things of Grape Kool-Aid mix (I know my Kool-Aid, don't ask).</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">How the fuck am I <i style="font-weight: bold;">NOT</i> suppose to think the stereotype bestowed upon you? I fucking <u style="font-weight: bold;">HATE</u> stereotypes with a passion! Everyone lumps me into several different ones: The "Spic Bitch with family out the Yin Yang and a shit ton of kids, The Drunken Indian who lives off casino money (I wish!), The Smelly Indian who eats a shit ton of curry (Uh, yuck!), The Goth Bitch who is pissed off at the world and lets everyone know it (Okay, half true), The Emo Chick who had a charmed life and cuts herself (Emo's make me sick and it's too close to Elmo), and last, but not least, The Wiccan Witch who will put a curse on you if you look at her wrong. I have too many to keep up with! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Some I play with when I know it freaks people out, but I fucking hate being labeled. So why, Annoying Neighbor Across the Lot, <b style="font-style: italic;">why</b> do you play into it yet get pissed off if someone brings it to your attention? Like your "Cuz" a few minutes ago? Jeez, he drives a Honda Accord and was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt that fit. So for now, while you still deny you're playing into the stereotype, I am going to keep facepalming when you do and laugh my ass off when you get carried away with it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">P.S. Take your cousin's advice and pull up your damned pants. You do, in fact, look like a fucking idiot.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16913461492478858717noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568472291293150247.post-65656370629544881452012-09-28T10:12:00.001-07:002012-09-28T10:12:31.267-07:00Where I've Been...<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ever been in pain for more than two weeks and going on a month and it not be from an operation or recent injury? Yeah, that's been my life for the last few weeks. Remember the nerve test that was going to be done? Not any more. My insurance never cleared it so it's not happening. Thank you insurance! Seriously. I hate that fucking test.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Now on top of this pain that won't go the fuck away, I have a virus. Not sure if it's a 24 hour, 48 hour, or what right now. It just hit me this morning. Sure it did. It's only Xic's first day back at work. Why wouldn't it hit now?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The neighbors have been quiet since my last rant about them, so they're no fun to write about now. Damn them. I did find out that there is one neighbor who hasn't been scared off by me and doesn't think I'm too weird for playing "Zombie Apocalypse" with Nyx and Nox (I chase them around moaning "Braaaaaains" and proceed to chew on their heads when I catch them). How do I know she's not put off by us? Xic and I were taking the rails to the cribs down to the garage the other day and she almost cried thinking we were moving. When we explained what we were doing, she let out a sigh of relief. Guess the twins stole yet another heart.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Nyx and Nox have been obsessed with Alvin and the Chipmunks: The Squeakquel movie. Nox goes all fan girl on me. She'll be standing, waiting for the movie to start. The second she hears Alvin laugh and say "We're baack!" she pulls her hands to her mouth, eyes big, smiling and holding back a squeal. Every. Single. Time. At least it's Alvin and not *vomit* Justin Bieber.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So that's about it. Nothing exciting has happened. Maybe soon Hecate will post a blog. I know she's had some interesting, crazy, fucked up shit happen to her! Poor sis. But it should be entertaining as Hell! lol</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">~Hekate</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16913461492478858717noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5568472291293150247.post-6387033308663293002012-09-23T10:56:00.000-07:002012-09-23T10:56:17.945-07:00Give Me a Fucking Break!<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">11 fucking days. I've been in pain for 11 mother fucking days! Nonstop. Head, neck, back, legs and arms going numb. This is beyond fucking crazy and needs to stop. <b>NOW!</b> And to the fucking doctor who <i>still</i> thinks this is just my damned leg: Kiss my ass! If you think this is still just in my leg then you're a bigger douchewaffle then I thought.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In other news, Apple released their iOS 6 update. Good? Bad? I'm mixed but leaning to <b>HORRIBLE!</b> Why? Because it's fucking with me! First day and here's what went down:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">YouTube app that came standard with iPhone/iPod/iPad: GONE. They dropped it! Now we have to download the app Google released if we want a YouTube app. I hope you all signed in and saved your favorites and history, otherwise it's gone.</span><br /><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Where in the bloody Hell are my bookmarks?" Yep, every single bookmark and favorite I had was wiped out after the update. When I started to add my bookmarks back, </span><b style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">IT WOULDN'T LET ME!</b><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> It would not save a single one. I tried everything and nothing worked. I showed Xic, who checked his devices. His were fine. I went to show him mine wouldn't work and guess what? They were all back now. Are you fucking kidding me? Thanks for the raise in blood pressure, Apple.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Normally after an update, I don't have to re-authenticate all of my games or apps. This time I did. There are passwords that I had forgotten and I had to reset them all. This is good and bad. Good because now anyone who was close to hacking some of my accounts can't and bad because now I have to log 12 different passwords (Yeah, I'm one of the few who doesn't use the same password for everything). FML. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So, now that the feeling of wanting to throw all of my Apple devices out the fucking window and smash them to bits has passed, I'll resume use of them. But mark my words, next time I may be switching to Android!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">~Hekate</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16913461492478858717noreply@blogger.com0