I promise to stop reposting old things I find...

...as soon as I stop finding them. Man, we have got too many old computers around here.

This is, uh... bit of a joke between a friend and I, really. In short, cactuars are evil (that is a strange story. I might tell it sometime when I am bored) and pairing names sound funnier than they should sometimes.

( Apocalyptic Fresh! It's like an Infomercial or something. )

I'd apologize for this, but I'm not sorry. :P


...I swear I just heard "Wheelie, don't you lose my number" (as opposed to the actual lyrics, "Billy"). ... Possibly it is time to go to bed, then. o_O;

Not Yielding

I need my father to take me seriously and to stop believing I'm out to get him.

I need my parents to stop shrugging off my (and my brother's) concerns.

I need people to stop being so flaky.

I need (specific) you to stop trying to make drama and stir up sympathy.

I need to get over myself.

I need to get out of this house and do something with someone.

I need someone to go do something with.

I need to feel like "we" resolved the conflict from before.


I need something happy and fun to do or to read.


I'd like to feel as though my friendship is important to someone, that I am important to someone.


... This is going to be hard.


...... aaand I think I just exceeded my monthly angst quotient. Ugh.


Edit:
And I'm not taking sides in this. You got yourself into this by being stupid, and the other person has perfectly valid points. Stop expecting me to go after them for you. D< (I'm still willing to listen and attempt to give advice, of course, but I am not going to confront other people for you.)

Return of Edit:
Classics Prime is spiffy. Sewing patterns for costuming are awesome. Paints would have been nice, but time only allows so much. Tomorrow, perhaps.