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So, last night, after I managed to burn through all my totes, and right before I was told I should finish doing whatever was started last night, I picked up the February 24th issue of Rolling Stone. That'd be the one with Green Day in all their smokey eyemakeup glory on the cover for the kiddies playing along at home. I'd been trying to finish the story on the murder of a girl named Gwen. By girl we mean transgendered type girl, which would explain why it was a murder. I was so pissed off by the end. Not to mention disgusted. These three guys, and a couple of friends realize their party girl friend that at least two of the three have had sex with is probably a dude, and so they kill her. In perhaps the longest most drawn out rage-defense killing ever. The fuck? If you have time for people to go home during a murder, you lose all defense rights, buddies. Also? If you go home while your buddies are beating the shit out of someone, even if you didn't like them, you should at least call the damn cops. Otherwise you helped kill whoever it is.
And some people can "sort of understand why they did it"... The fuck is that? Because having sex with her would, in their minds, make them gay, that meant they had to kill her? The most fucked up logic ever? No. But right up there. Oi. Just... oi. It makes my head hurt and my rage issues kick in. It also makes my heart begin to hurt in an almost literal sort of way, to realize that no matter how advanced humanity can seem on some levels, there are still people who are capable of killing for the stupidest fucking reasons. And who feel no guilt about it at all. Stupid fucking assholes who smoked away whatever braincell might have pointed out, "Geez, dumbass, if you kill someone and then perhaps get nailed for it and end up in jail, chances are you're going to be doing a lot of what you wanted to avoid in the first place."
I won't go all "she was a saint" cuz... you know, chances are I wouldn't have liked her, but it makes me worry for people I know. People I may not talk to all that often, but people I love in some tiny little corner of my stingy heart. I may get mad as hell and see red, and I've actually come incredibly close to possibly killing someone, but there's a moment when you know damn well what the hell you're about to do. It's like time stops for an instant, and you can either cross that line, or you can turn away in horror. Or maybe that was just me, and maybe I wasn't as close as I thought I was. Still... sick.
Better than Ezra makes me happy even if their songs are sometimes awfully sad. They remind me of being 16 and that feeling of being so close to your best friends that nothing short of death could take them away, and your adventures seemed fantastic, even if they weren't. Also of watching really bad movies, shrieking like demented school girls, trying to outsmart parental units who never seem to realize if you forbid your daughter from seeing a boy he is suddenly the only thing in the universe she'll want, going to the Porter Gaud middle school in the middle of the night, and the board. of. DOOM! Yeah. Some, but not all that much, alcohol went into those activities. The advantage of some? It means I can remember what the hell happened. The disadvantage? I can feel meloncholy about it all being gone. But I won't.
Kay. Got paid today. Mumsy should be out depositing said check right now. If I can be all grown up and properly... something, and not buy any toys immediately [I'll be checking ebay, the biggest crack dealer in the world] I should be able to CD binge. Remind me, my little lackey, that I want the new Rilo Kiley, probably the new Tegan and Sara, the new Tori [yes, yes, it's not out yet, but it's in the budget]...dammit. What was the other CD? There were three and Tori. *racks her tiny brain*
You ever wish you could wave a magic wand [or something] and protect someone for forever and ever, or at least a few years? I do. Some people have been life's bitch too long and need the good stuff, and if it were possible to keep them relatively free from the horrible bits life doles out, I would without a second thought. I'm aware this makes me slightly demented and more than a little overprotective, but damn.
I will not be swayed, but:
BECOME THE MASTER OF THE C.L.I.T.!
The 4th in a series of View Askew Inaction Figures has arrived and this one features all of your favorite characters from the movie ’Jay & Silent Bob Strike Back’ including ALL FOUR MEMBERS of the infamous diamond heist gang, THE C.L.I.T.!! Get Sissy, Chrissy, Missy AND Justice clad in their body hugging catsuit outfits! Also in this spectacular 7 FIGURE SET is Marshall Willenholly, and Jay & Silent Bob dressed at Bluntman & Chronic! Get the whole 7 figure set for only $65.69
THIS IS A PRE-ORDER ITEM THAT WILL SHIP IN EARLY MARCH!
Hee!
ETA [that'd be edited to add, not estimated time of arrival]: Commisioned [it sounds classier] a dress from Dark Rose Designs. When it appears expect much geekdom and love. You heard it here first.
And some people can "sort of understand why they did it"... The fuck is that? Because having sex with her would, in their minds, make them gay, that meant they had to kill her? The most fucked up logic ever? No. But right up there. Oi. Just... oi. It makes my head hurt and my rage issues kick in. It also makes my heart begin to hurt in an almost literal sort of way, to realize that no matter how advanced humanity can seem on some levels, there are still people who are capable of killing for the stupidest fucking reasons. And who feel no guilt about it at all. Stupid fucking assholes who smoked away whatever braincell might have pointed out, "Geez, dumbass, if you kill someone and then perhaps get nailed for it and end up in jail, chances are you're going to be doing a lot of what you wanted to avoid in the first place."
I won't go all "she was a saint" cuz... you know, chances are I wouldn't have liked her, but it makes me worry for people I know. People I may not talk to all that often, but people I love in some tiny little corner of my stingy heart. I may get mad as hell and see red, and I've actually come incredibly close to possibly killing someone, but there's a moment when you know damn well what the hell you're about to do. It's like time stops for an instant, and you can either cross that line, or you can turn away in horror. Or maybe that was just me, and maybe I wasn't as close as I thought I was. Still... sick.
Better than Ezra makes me happy even if their songs are sometimes awfully sad. They remind me of being 16 and that feeling of being so close to your best friends that nothing short of death could take them away, and your adventures seemed fantastic, even if they weren't. Also of watching really bad movies, shrieking like demented school girls, trying to outsmart parental units who never seem to realize if you forbid your daughter from seeing a boy he is suddenly the only thing in the universe she'll want, going to the Porter Gaud middle school in the middle of the night, and the board. of. DOOM! Yeah. Some, but not all that much, alcohol went into those activities. The advantage of some? It means I can remember what the hell happened. The disadvantage? I can feel meloncholy about it all being gone. But I won't.
Kay. Got paid today. Mumsy should be out depositing said check right now. If I can be all grown up and properly... something, and not buy any toys immediately [I'll be checking ebay, the biggest crack dealer in the world] I should be able to CD binge. Remind me, my little lackey, that I want the new Rilo Kiley, probably the new Tegan and Sara, the new Tori [yes, yes, it's not out yet, but it's in the budget]...dammit. What was the other CD? There were three and Tori. *racks her tiny brain*
You ever wish you could wave a magic wand [or something] and protect someone for forever and ever, or at least a few years? I do. Some people have been life's bitch too long and need the good stuff, and if it were possible to keep them relatively free from the horrible bits life doles out, I would without a second thought. I'm aware this makes me slightly demented and more than a little overprotective, but damn.
I will not be swayed, but:
BECOME THE MASTER OF THE C.L.I.T.!
The 4th in a series of View Askew Inaction Figures has arrived and this one features all of your favorite characters from the movie ’Jay & Silent Bob Strike Back’ including ALL FOUR MEMBERS of the infamous diamond heist gang, THE C.L.I.T.!! Get Sissy, Chrissy, Missy AND Justice clad in their body hugging catsuit outfits! Also in this spectacular 7 FIGURE SET is Marshall Willenholly, and Jay & Silent Bob dressed at Bluntman & Chronic! Get the whole 7 figure set for only $65.69
THIS IS A PRE-ORDER ITEM THAT WILL SHIP IN EARLY MARCH!
Hee!
ETA [that'd be edited to add, not estimated time of arrival]: Commisioned [it sounds classier] a dress from Dark Rose Designs. When it appears expect much geekdom and love. You heard it here first.
