The hell is this?

*side eyes the universe* You're really cheesing me off, 'Verse. Here I am, trying to find good things to hold onto and you keep throwing me shitballs. (Like curveballs only made of, well, you get the idea.)

Look. I don't know how those muddy footprints got into my room and I am going to hope it's one of these two explanations since there are no foot prints up to my room or from my room, only IN my room:
a)Widget is a liar, liar pants
b) when I got dressed last night, my shoes were gross and left dirty footprints for about five seconds before being stomped away.

Otherwise ummmmm...


Also, please stop having Widget's mother confuse herself with a good mother by yanking him out of this environment and trying to throw him into her own odd world. It's more conventional, sure, but I wouldn't call it stable. The kid's there not all that often and in that short period of time his stepfather and one of his sisters mock his reading ability (namely, that said little sister will be able to out-read Widget any day now, and she's five years younger than he is, so yeah, that means they're mocking a kid with a disability. Good job, assholes), she's a bipolar mess (which isn't the same as just being bipolar) who refuses to take her meds, and oh yeah, I'm pretty sure they're a prime fucking example of why the universe needs stronger gun control considering someone who is diagnosed as bi-freakin-polar shouldn't have immediate access to firearms!

Also, she doesn't give him his meds and the school she's so busy fawning over doesn't have a special ED program and Widget needs that. See above.

Just... stop it. You are, at best, a bad parent who loves her kid. Just not more than you love yourself and nowhere near as much as you love your bad relationship decisions. (FYI: When the man you think you love assaults your child, you leave his ass. You do not stop to ask questions. If you want, you can deck him first, but in this case I'd say just leaving is the wiser choice because that fucknut is clearly insane. There are pictures of murderers with kinder eyes than that guy.) So... stop rocking the boat. Play the part of weekend daddy (mommy?) and stop brainwashing your kid because one day he's going to stop and put all the pieces together and realize how much worse you made things with the washing of the brain all in an effort to make you look better.

Seriously, universe.


Also, on a very petty note: Please make AG make a black GOTY doll ASAP. At this point I would commit to three just to shut people the fuck up about it. There ain't enough booze in the world to get me through another year of this without some hope on the horizon.
I'm gettin' real tired of the AG fandom's ability to basically turn on one another at a moment's notice. Really, guys? You want the same thing but noooooooo, you start nitpicking one another and the next thing you know, I want to smack someone hard.


Cartoon violence that is. Not actual violence. Or something.

I also tire of dudes appearing in doll fandom and people breaking their damn backs to cheer them on because they're shaking the status quo and whatnot. I'll cheer and throw you a parade when you're awesome enough for it by virtue of who you are, not what you are.

I am clearly very bitchy right now. But seriously. You're picking a goddamned fight over whether it's "right" to call United States citizens Americans or if it's just easier. Or something. I don't even know. Shut up. Just... shut the ever loving fuck up. You're ruining any goodwill you had in any other context.

So. I'll end on a happier note. My overnight boss who disappeared 41 days (her count, not mine) ago has returned! :D Yay!