murders and brothers

Made my bed nice and proper for the first time in, I don't know, forever. I'd forgotten how loverly my sheets are and how nicely they mix and match. *purrs*

I've shoved aside my small pile of library books and my early reviewer book to read my quarter book from the Book Exchange. The Cadet Murder Case. I suspect most of you can figure out why I picked up a true crime book even though I don't read most books in the genre because I prefer my murders to be fictional in their horrificness. In fact, since Cass moved out however many years ago, I haven't picked up a single one. However, if you need the answer spelled out, might I direct you to the TV movie and gasp! Holly. For a quarter I figured I could pick it up.

I'm thinking there was a damn fine reason this book was in the quarter bin, and not just because so much time has elapsed since the crime. The writing style is bizare and a little on the jarring side. I mix tenses to the point where I'm sure I give people migraines, but this guy gives me whiplash and I have to actually stop reading and go back to see when the hell we switched this time and what the hell else I missed. And I'm not skimming. o_O But the continued use of "Annie Proux's "No More I Love You's" as Adrianne's favorite song is driving me batty. Dude, you got the Lennox part right earlier in the book. Stop. Making. My. Head. Hurt.

So far, what I've learned was that the movie [Holly!] was apparently based on David's side of things and that they either glossed over a lot of stuff or it's been too long since I saw the movie cuz I missed the part where they damn near took a SWAT team to take down the wrong guy. As my head began to pound what with all the tiny errors that really do make you wonder if this was done in under a month or something [first his hair is brown! then blond! then brown again!] I have to say my favorite part of this is that when you flip to the end, the author debates whether David and Adrianne actually had sex or not. Author dude says it doesn't seem likely and when you flip back to other chapters, he backs this up with various statements. Of course, y'know, the guy is entitled to his opinion. That's not the point. Author Dude [and I have the book right here, but dude, you screwed up all sorts of little details, so your name is left out even though it would take less time to just type it] defends this stance in a number of ways, but ultimately it comes down to not wanting Adrianne's parents to have to wonder about their daughter screwing around. Fair enough.

Except the rest of the book points out that she had a habit of doing just that.

So. I admit my 90's logic is a little fuzzy, what with me being old now and all, but how is it better to end the book with, "Ma'am, Sir, I don't think your daughter slept with the guy who killed her, but that kind of means that she died for even less than nothing since they killed her because she allegedly had sex with someone else's boyfriend," than to say she just happened to go after the wrong guy? Would it really make you feel better to know that had some guy not lied about his sexual exploits with your kid, your kid would probably still be alive? Cuz that would piss me off. I'd rather think my kid screwed the guy and his girlfriend got pissed, not the guy wanted to piss his girlfriend off and did and my kid got caught in the crossfire.

Oh, my noggin.

Interestingly enough, apparently one of the earliest leads was a girl who beat the ever loving crap out of a friend of Adrianne's for, what else, sleeping with someone's boyfriend. But the would be killer was 14 at the time and didn't kill A's friend. Oh, author dude, you provide me with such interesting trivia and then trip all over yourself two pages later. Why?

*yawn*

If someone does not kick my brother out of the house soon I might go even crazier than I already am. He does nothing but bitch and bitch and bitch.

His Royal Majesty is supposed to wake Widge up for school in the morning. In theory one would also suppose that he should make sure Widget actually wakes up, gets dressed, gets his meds, his breakfast, his lunch or lunch money, his bookbag, and is walked/driven to the bus stop and picked up for school. I make allowances for the afternoon pick up because the boy frequently has to go to work around that time.

My brother, he who thinks he's God's gift to Fatherhood, woke up at 1pm this afternoon, screaming and yelling because OHMYGOD, I got a phonecall and he was on the other line. Dipshit has a cellphone. For fuck's sake, use it. Anyway, my afternoon plans died because he was being such a fucking bitch about a phone call that lasted about thirty seconds.

Twenty minutes later he hollers down the stairs and asks why Widget wasn't in school.


That's right! The whole friggin' school day and he couldn't be bothered to figure out his kid stayed home from school!

While I do love Our Lady of Perpetual Misery, it would be a lot easier to get along with him if he didn't make you want to hit him in the face with an iron skillet moments after he arrived home. Yeah, he came home five minutes ago and within a minute of walking through the door he was bitching about how the house is always dirty, how it's never clean, and rantybitchyslamhiminthefacewithsomethingheavyshutthefuckup! I do my own fair share of bitching, but I've learned that there are far more effective ways of getting people to do what you want. Like not bitching them out. Telling me I'm a slob doesn't make me want to clean up, it makes me want to mess the place up even more and flick you off. And when the urge does strike to clean [and it will, a kneejerk reaction] I refuse to do it because it would be playing into his hands and he can just go fuck himself.

So, yeah, fail. I know full well I'm spiting myself in the process, but hey, at least the frying pan didn't get involved in this mess.

Now I need to go calm down because right now I could just... nyargh!

purrrrrrrr

You there in the corner, stop judging me. I juggled and balanced my bank account and I checked my wallet and... I caved to the sale items on the AG page. I know, I know. You either don't get it, don't want to get it, or know full well how evil these things are. You just might fall prey to someone else's sale page. And... I didn't totally just happen to stumble into their money making scheme. I went to price things for when I cave and buy Sonali, because, my dears, I will. I thought I'd wait until Georgia part the second, but that's not confirmed and truthfully, she'd be cheaper now most likely.

Anyway, I figured and plotted and debated waiting until Friday and making two back-to-back orders and then remembered that I have money. Now. So... I put one of the things I wanted back to wait for Sonali and went for Addy's bed [on sale and I worry it's about to croak, and if I don't bond with it, Cassy might], and Molly's school bag because I wanted for longer than Widge has been alive. So, yay!

Also, I've got to say that for all the bitching, backstabbing, and dolly-wars the MyScene factions can get into, particularly with the Bratz factions, they aren't half as crazy/cruel as the AG fandom. I mean damn, people get worked up... usually over other people getting worked up.

Widge isn't going to school again today.

And it sounds like someone fell out of bed. Excuse me while I snicker/snort.

Anyway, at this moment in time I'm happy. Retail therapy? Cat purring and snuggles? The warm, comfy love only your comforter can provide, fresh from the dryer? Mmmm.