Pointless Announcements

Ah see now you've said, it seems obvious.

I totally agree. Noah, you are on the money bro.

Nightrious wrote:

188416 wrote:

pepper wrote:

Rums wrote:

pepper wrote:

Rums might be the least stimulating new member to come along in a couple years.

I'm of the opinion most people would rather hear themselves proclaim their worth to one another, than actually take responsibility for their shortcomings and accept the fact that they are indeed full of shit; I say cowards are these folks. You're not a coward though, are you pepper?

What does that thing say in the picture?

I had to zoom in to see, and I've taken the time to transcribe it completely:

Armed and dangerous
ain't too many can bang with us.
Straight up weed,
No angel dust.
Label us
notorious
thug-ass niggas that love to bust.
It's strange to us,
y'all niggas be scramblin', gamblin'
up in restaurants with mandolins and violins.
We just sittin' here tryin' to win,
try not to sin, high off weed and lots of gin.
So much smoke, need oxygen, steadily countin' them Benjamins.
Nigga, you'd should, too,
if you knew what this game would do to you.
Been in this shit since ninety-two.
Look at all the bullshit I've been through:
so-called beef with you-know-who,
fucked a few female stars or two.
Then a blue light,
niggas move like Mike,
shit,
not to be fucked with.
Muthafucka, better duck quick,
'cause me and my dogs love to buck shit.
Fuck the luck, shit, strictly aim, no aspirations to quit the game.
Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your click, squeeze your clip, hit the right one.
Pass that weed, I gotsta light one. All them niggas, I gotsta fight one. All them hoes, I gotsta like one.
Our situation is a tight one.
What you wanna do: fight or run?
Seems to me that you'll take B,
Bone and B.I.G., nigga, die slowly.
I'm a tell you like a nigga told me,
cash rules everything 'round me.
Shit, lyrically, niggas can't see me.
Fuck it. Buy the coke, cook the coke, cut it.
Know the bitch, before you caught yourself lovin' it.
Nigga, roll the Benz, fuckin' in it.
Doesn't it seem odd to you?
B.I.G. come through with mobs and crews.
Goodfellas down for the Mo Thug crew.
Who's the killa: me or you?

Yeah a fuzzy picture is worth a thousand words apparently.

It's a Jubelale bottle cap. All of Deschutes beer caps read:

Bravely Done.

Jubelale would be the fine whiskey of beers, if you must need understanding.

Rums still bores me. That was me showing how impressed I am by his attempt at cleverly calling me a coward.

Apparently, the "people in call of duty world" have been listening to us talk for the past twenty minutes.

We've been talking about tax law, I think, mostly, so it isn't that bad.

i'm sitting here in the public library with my son (the 19yr old who has a wheelchair but no walker because some cunt stole it off our porch 5mos? ago and Medicaid doesn't want to supply him with a new one (i am appealing that bullshit)).
a sweet lady beside us offered him a peppermint.

now he actually did just reach over and steal one from her carrel.

Came home to lovely cards from Sarah and Irina! :)

I made my mom a glazed lemon coconut cake for her birthday this morning. It rules.

Going to a Middle Earth themed New Year's Eve party thrown by the cutest girl.

I've recently been thinking about this problem I have. If I see something and I can't see any problems with it, I instantly get paranoid, because I assume everything has something wrong with it, and I can't manage it if I don't see it. If I see problems, I feel like I can come up with solutions around them and feel comfortable knowing what's up.

This is my problem with this girl. I can't see a flaw, and that scares me. Also, these khakis I just bought. They're just... perfect. I hesitate to wear them in public in fear that people will spot something I can't.

You know... there was a sex in the city episode about exactly that.

Carrie ended up tearing her new guys apartment up in paranoia because he was too perfect and she needed to find the weir wrong stuff. Got caught looking like a maniac trying to break open a locked wooden box, which ended up having his boy scout patches or something similarly innocuous within it, which he showed her before kicking her out to the street.

Don't end up a sex in the city episode Issac.

I've been dreaming about this one girl a lot lately. I won't see her til at least the 6th, so it's kind of annoying and I would like it to stop.

Ha, you watch Sex in the City.

If I end up in something like that, it's gonna be a hell of a lot manlier, and it'll probably wind up being her ex-boyfriend's penis in that box. After I start flying off the handle with accusations, and she consistently denies it, I'll feel threatened when she tries to beg me to believe her by getting on her knees at my feet, thinking she's going to slice mine next. I'll find the nearest hard object and knock her out, inadvertently killing her. In my traumatic state, I'll remember that I was the crazy one who went seeking her ex-boyfriend, so he can tell me something that's wrong with her. He told me there's nothing, that she broke up with him because she simply needed to focus on school. Then a rage came out and I killed him, took his penis and put it in a box in her room in an attempt to satisfy the needs of my "saner" personality.

I'm in a weird place right now, guise.

Men and their women on their knees begging fantasy's... sheesh.

Sex and the City; watched, past tense.

Gimme a break, I got tied down young, a girls gotta have some outlet for imagining being free, sexy, powerful with a glamorous life in a fabulous city.

Thanks for the Christmas cards everyone sent. Also my cards probably won't get there until the new year. Some have drawings on them some don't some are from hawaii some aren't some are cheery while others suck. But more than anything could you guys, those of you who receive one let me know and post a pic if you have one with a drawing on it please!? I would really appreciate it.

My mom just called me.

Mom: I think Skylar just sent me a message.

Me: Skylar is dead mom.

Then she went on to tell me she was going through the pictures in her phone from Christmas and right after the last picture, one of my niece, and one she took yesterday of this threatening letter her neighbor posted on the side of his house for her (my mom has a crazy neighbor and it is maybe getting serious), in between those two pictures was the last picture she took of my brothers memorial, the last time she visited it before she left California.

I want to think it was just a glitch, but I don't either. But thinking in any way it might not have been a glitch fucks with my head so much.

Interesting timing for a glitch.

Weird, right?

Anyway, I wanna see the picture of the threatening letter her neighbor posted on the side of his house for her.

While moving my cousin into her new apartment today, her roommate's dog kept growling at me. I didn't deserve that.

Yes. weird.

I'll see her on the 31st, if life goes as planned, to bring her her car back. I'll take my camera and if it is still there I will take pic.

Dude is psycho.

He fell in love with her early this year, was constantly leaving gifts on her porch. Berries he picked. An eagle feather he found, and the like. Fixing things for her, finding reasons to be around. But then getting seriously jealous at any sign of any male near her house. Even maintenance men, and her sons in law. Wanting to know who they were, why they were there, what was she doing with them. Cut his own hose he loaned her in half after thinking a maintenance guy using it was a date.

She never had any relationship aside from neighbor with him. keep that in mind, in this story.

Then he started getting weird about the stray cats she decided to seek care for. Sending her bizarre texts with bible verse as threats for getting them all fixed.

She thinks he broke into her car on at least one occasion. Ripped the emblem off of the bus and threw in out in the driveway.

He say's things like "Oh, Rose. I saw you were up watching TV until two last night?" the only way he would know that is if he either looked in her twelve inch kitchen window, or went around to the other side of the house and spied in the living room window.

Mentions that "So you had a guy over last night... I heard you guys talking..." when she had her window open and speaker phone on.

Now he has sent her several letters demanding a piece of twelve inch board he attached to her deck back.

Now this large print letter accusing her of throwing things at the side of his house and that he will retaliate and pay her back.

She hasn't even said a word to him since early September.

I might have to kill him.

Oh man, what a creep, Pepper. If he gets any creepier she should go to the police.

PA: I've been at the in-laws, with no in-laws! I have a scan on the 15th and I can't wait to make sure everything is ok.
Lucy is pulling herself up to standing.

Is this cousin the stripper?

Pepper, your mom needs to notify the police.

Um, that neighbor is scary and creepy Pep. I'm scared for your mother. Maybe you need to mount some outside spyware to catch him in the act. Hopefully he's really not peeking in her windows, but maybe he is? This worries me.

I've been single for almost an entire year now. Niiiice.

Oh. My mistake.

Yeah. Scary neighbor. probably going to notify police.

I'll be hard pressed not to pound on his door and tell him what is what in the mean time, however.

Go armed.

My godfather and his wife had a crazy neighbour that put a bunch of skulls (some real, some obviously fake, like with light up red eyes) on the water heater on the side of his house so whenever they went out the side door the skulls were staring at them, and he also threatened to kill their dog... but that seems pretty tame compared to what your mother is dealing with. I hope you call the cops and they can actually do something about it.

Hunny, I live armed.

The police station is within screaming distance, so that may or may not be a comfort.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?NR=1&v=PRFJoUBP54o&feature=endscreen

I've dealt with worse assholes, in other words.

This is just some fuck head tweeker who doesn't know what is what yet.

Parka'd!

I've seen the word tweeker here heaps recently and I have no idea what it means.

Aw!

My niece, Olivia, rolled over on her own for the first time today.

Tweaker: n Someone who is an habitual user of N-methyl-1-phenylpropan-2-amine (methamphetamine/meth/speed/etc.).

Yeah, I ended up looking it up.

tweekers suck

Olivia was my first choice for a girl's name, but bloke didn't want to call her that because his mate has little girl called Oliva.

Actually through my whole pregnancy I was convinced I was going to call Lucy "Trixie". No no no, not just Trixie, but Trixie Belle.

Baby brain does fucked up things to you.

On the day Lucy was born bloke said no way to that and told me I could have a pet called Trixie, maybe a chicken.

When I visited Lucy in Neonates I told her she was nearly called Trixie and the nurse laughed and said she had a dog called Trixie.

hehehe, trixie moonjumper.

I was supposed to only have one name, but my dad couldn't decide and this is how I ended up with rhyming names. Mum didn't like Marina, because she knew a gypsy girl with that name, and Irina was someone my dad used to like in elementary school or something.

Everyone has always called me Irina though, only one friend insisted on calling me Marina.

Trixie is pretty bad, but original nonetheless.

Gabriel was almost Damien Araya/Damon Araya (second one my choice) So tht

Trevor was almost Travis.

Zachariah was almost Jedadiah, which is pretty bad, or Christopher which isn't (middle name, and he has lamented that it isn't his first and rejoiced that it is at least in there)

All the boy's were supposed to be Seth had they been girls.

Liliauna was to be Liam. ( I finanlly got a girl and Seth was the last name on my mind)

I nixed a bunch of names; mostly from Shakespeare and Arthurian legend. Just no. The others sounded like prostitute doughnuts. And I knew in Jr. High that I'd get Pandora in there somehow.

So is Issi's middle name Pandora then?

I don't know how you spell her name, so I am making up shortened spellings every time I spell it, by the way.

I was in a King Arthur play once!

I was damsel #3 and Sir whatshisnamewithoneline.

It was still awesome.

I need baked goods.

Huxley > Blair

Tuffy and Rums are now the same person to me, because Tuffy has no avatar.

PA - Just had a belated Christmas dinner, which was oh so good. Got gifts as well! Update sometime later.

My car is cleaned off. I sat inside and turned it on. I wish I could drive.

The sun is shinning.

I feel like cleaning things.