Tiggy, the fat cat, says "merow?"

i always thought i was someone, turns out I was wrong...

I hate it when I'm all kinds of peachy and then I get that stressed out feeling right out of nowhere. Really hate that. :p

So, I'll bore you with chatter. Thanksgiving turned out to not be a disaster. Which is good. Yes. I mean, who really wants to relive the year my brother and father screamed at one another, ending with the boy flouncing [yeah, he flounced, but it was unintentional] out of my room screaming, "i hate you!" to dad? Of course that was the year I got my Tori video [the one with all the music vids up til that point] so it wasn't all bad.

But no sense in having that every year. Despite the boy's worrying, no one broke the bay window and tumbled outside through the window. Nope.

And despite jokes, dinner with the friends turned out okay. I didn't really hate the ex-roommie's boytoy, but something about him bugged me. Perhaps because everytime I was about to forget that he's a turtle killing, sick puppy endangering, cat tormenting, friend changing ass, he did something that reminded me of it. That and I fucking hate it when people call each other and everyone around them babe. Right up there with baby. *twitch* It's a pet peeve, but.. ick. I accept it from certain people if I adore them enough, but everyone else gets the look, the cringe, and then the "stop that!"

Sigh. And then the night ended with all the coupley people, you know, being coupley. Which is all kinds of grand until your brain slowly starts filtering memories forth and they're never the pleasant ones alone. No, they're the ones where you get split-screen vision. You know, you can see the good stuff, and then you can see the bad stuff that happened immediately after. [in this case, watching some movie with the ex and half a dozen other friends, and then being woken up after falling asleep during said movie to be bitched out for *gasp* having someone interested in me at the time. not fun to remember, but I'm over that. Mostly. Yes.]

Luckily I got to escape before the split screen could continue. Went home, had some delicious pie [come over. have some pie. help me make some more pie.] watched some gargoyles, and wept when I remembered I missed Lauren on Kilborne. Sigh. Ah well.

I think I need some pie. And then I need to clean my room. Seriously. Oh, and I'm slowly plotting holiday gifts and missed gifts [as in people still awaiting their birthday presents. stuff like that.] It may not happen in time for whatever holiday or you may wait forever and a day for said birthday gift, but it will happen. Probably. So, if you've got a wishlist out there and it hasn't been updated, you might wanna update. Just sayin'...