First things first: Switching laptops (My old laptop got really close to dying so we bought a cheap one, for now, until we’re rich and can afford to buy me another Macbook. It’s actually pretty sweet. Fastest computer I’ve ever owned.) broke my personal email. I’m not kidding. I have no idea what’s going on. M hasn’t had time to look at it. All I know for certain is I can’t send anything. So! I am not ignoring you. I just have no other way to reach you. I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.

We’ve got new neighbors.

Shut up, you love my asshole neighbor stories. If only so you can sit in your quiet neighborhood thanking your deity that you don’t live here.

So let’s see… I told you about the scumbags who lived in the apartment we live in now who kept a giant pit bull locked up in the kitchen. Obviously, they’re gone. Read more…

“She wanted a Transformer,” she said, with an expression made of equal parts amusement and disgust. “So we got her a bracelet making kit.”

Uhm.

Master was in the bathroom. I repeated the remark in my head until I could put it in His phone when He got back so I could remember it when we got home. And when I typed the words in, I showed it to Him.

“You guys make too big a deal out of stuff like this. Most kids don’t even remember. The only reason they remember is because people like you make a big deal out of it.”

“I remember. When I was a kid I wasn’t allowed to play with boys toys, and I remember.” Read more…

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Thing 1 – Possessive Nouns

I try not to be a grammar Nazi. Heaven knows my grammar isn’t perfect. I suck at commas. I still mix up “affect” and “effect”. I only just learned when to use “past” and “passed”. But the amount of people who have no idea how to correctly write possessive nouns drives me absolutely insane. INSANE!

Let me start by pointing you to a website every writer should at least have bookmarked. It’s called Daily Writing Tips, and if they haven’t covered it already, write them, and they will. Read more…

So that chick who inspired 30 Days of Truth (which I have yet to start) was making obnoxious comments about some fat woman on Bridezillas today.

To which, I responded, “So? Whatever makes her happy/comfortable.”

Had she just said unhealthy, I probably would have let it drop. Had she just said unhealthy, I probably wouldn’t have wanted to punch her in the face. Had she just said unhealthy, I probably would’ve continued following her fat-hating ass, and blown it off. Read more…

I try really hard not to write about my frustrations (though I know I write about them occasionally), because I realize some of them are so stupid and petty, and they make me feel stupid and petty.  And so many people, instead of telling me what I need to hear (Suck it up, Buttercup!), either try to explain it to me, or tell me why I’m right for being frustrated, or look down on M for His decisions/actions/orders/rules/whatever.

I think that last is what keeps me from discussing my frustrations more than any of the others.  I mean, yeah… M’s got some frivolous, silly rules, and a few quirks that drive me nuts.  But honestly, I think everyone does.  And He could be so much more of a bastard if He wanted to.  I gave Him that right.

By the time this posts, I probably won’t even be able to remember what I was frustrated about today.  Hell, I’m having trouble remembering everything I was thinking about before I started writing this.  Writing has always been cathartic for me.  And I have no exact direction, so I’m just gonna ramble.  Read more…