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Why, I never!

You Speak Canadian Slang
Canadian Slang: 100%

Aussie Slang: 50%

British Slang: 50%

New England Slang: 50%

Prison Slang: 50%

Victorian Slang: 50%

Who'd a thunk it? Too many friends live up there with whom I converse frequently. Yeahhhhhh, that's it. Take off.

Yesterday's interview was postponed to today due to an orthodontist appointment, so I was able to chill during that block of time I'd reserved. Cam came over, so she and the spawnlette were car-bound, hopping around the malls, eating fast food and being teenagers while I stayed here and read the news on all newsgroups, talked on the phone (too much), and sent much-belated e-mails to buddies. I swear, they should've given up on me already.

Still dealing with life's sticky issues, and haven't come up with a cohesive thought about my situation yet. It's so frustrating, sad, disturbing, exciting, crazy...yeah, you get it.

I've rethought the whole "I have white trash in my family" thing. I should use them for good journal fodder. Any family that spends 10 years holding a grudge because of a sewing machine deserves to be called white trash. Especially if they kiss and make up 10 years' later, only to take ANOTHER sewing machine which is DEFINITELY COMING BACK TO OUR HOUSE. lol :) I'll even participate in the white trashery, as my situation seems to only be getting worse. Stupid, all of it. But more stupid would be my extended family (that one in particular). I think it was the whole "we don't have parents" thing that disturbs them until this day, so they're gonna take it out on US, since we had ours until last year. I'll refrain from commenting about the WORST trash in my family, who sadly has a tramp stamp above her ass. Just PLEASE GOD DON'T LET ME SEE HER IN THE DARK OUT ANYWHERE. Guns have a purpose. So do switchblades and my fists. That'll be me, sinking down to that level just to make myself feel good.

Enough about that. They'll all read this today, and I'll get another wave of anonymous Myspace commenting. Wahahahahahaha. Good try, BUT I SCREEN MY SHEIZE YOU IDIOTSSSSSSSS.

Okay. Bad karma to belittle family members on an interview day, so I'll hush. For now, anyway.


Mar. 20th, 2009 01:51 pm (UTC)
Mar. 20th, 2009 01:53 pm (UTC)
*starts singing take off to the great white north*


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