So, I'm a complete traitor.

I have been suckered into Repo.

So much so that I'm RPing it.

As Amber.

Yes, ladies and gentlemen. I am RPing as a character that Paris. Hilton. played.

Kill me now.

(if anyone else is Repo obsessed? The board I just started has very few characters taken, and accepts (nay, encourages) Original Characters. If you want info, just let me know.)

Okay, so this is likely to get long and involved, and it's going to take a lot of explaining for those of you who don't know the backstory. So, I'm going to put portions under cuts so it doesn't stretch to infinity and beyond.

So, to start off with, you need to know my brother is okay. He sounds okay. He sounds happy, in fact, now, but not so long ago that was not the case.

( background of the situation. AKA: Nori's brother's (soon-to-be-ex-)wife is a whore )

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( the real rant is behind here )

Ugh, I'm done.

P.S. Jamie figures he'll have the girls full time by 7 or 8 weeks from now. Alicia saw them for 3 hours in a week and a half. She finally got them tonight. Color me shocked. (SARCASM IS OUR FRIEND)

P.P.S. Jamie made us all promise to not be mean to Alicia. Unless provoked, I've agreed. As I told him "I hope she has a good life. I'm not going to be putting her on my Christmas Card list, but I don't wish her harm". Let me amend that here: Unless she hurts my family in any way.

P.P.P.S. (I totally wish her harm. But don't tell him)

*clears throat*

I officially have the internet back.

I also officially have the majority of our stuff back from Michigan/Indiana.

Kyla got a promotion at work.

Life is AMAZINGLY GOOD.

Sans internet.

Hate this shit. Totally.

I'm really getting that whole FML thing.

LOL

Amanda hates that fucking puppet.

You know... I'm not sure I've ever HAD all the men in my head stand up and scream "DO! NOT! WANT!" at the same time.

I JUST FOUND A NEW SQUICK! At least, as far as ever WATCHING it again. GOD.

(it was on wtf_omgz community. I did NOT go searching this shit out.)

here ya go! Skip to 3 min 50 seconds in and JOIN IN THE HORROR! NOT SAFE FOR WORK, and quite possibly NOT SAFE FOR LIFE.

*shudders*

Hey, I'm all for people doing it if they want to, but... gah. I do NOT want to see it ever again. Really.

Okay, so wifelet and I and our friend Beccarah (Rebecca) do this thing called Friday Write Fights (not always on Friday... it's a misnomer. :D), and the basic premise is that the "winner" of the last challenge gets to give a theme, and we all write on the theme for a specified amount of time.

So, I'm posting one I did that I'm proud of. These things are all original fiction, and you have a very short time to write them (this one was 15 minutes). So getting something really really good out of it is hard sometimes, but I feel this one was pretty damn effective for 15 minutes worth of writing.

( theme: circle )

• 20:16 @wolfwynd don't want you to work for 10 hours either. :( ~Nicky #
• 17:01 @wolfwynd But I'm here now... you can't be bored! #
• 17:15 @wolfwynd hee. it just came up on twitterfox. #

So... Shawnee Smith (who played Amanda on Saw) has this band with her best friend Missi Pyle. They're kind of country and weird and goofy all at once.

BUT! There's one song that Shawnee sings... it's called Slippery Hips. And I have fic poking my brain because of it.

Lyrics? Why of COURSE I have lyrics!

( It's something about Shawnee singing -I'll come all over you- that does it to me, I think. And the raspy voice she uses... damn Amanda bouncing in my brain )

((Oh, and if anyone wants it? I can upload it. Just ask))

• 00:26 @Nyrsaeans that was way earlier today. thanks for doing everything to make things better. #
• 00:32 @Nyrsaeans Goodnight my love. <3 #

( behind a cut because it's huge )

That's right, it's an all day celebration. Give me about 10 minutes, and you can help me roleplay a birthday as if you all were here. <3 It's an all day event. (Be sure to subscribe to the post if you want to follow it)

Even if you just wanna run in and drop a happy birthday message, feel free. There's a place for that. For those that want to pretend you're here, come join the fun.

Officially my birthday.

x.x

I <3 everyone

• 14:47 great. The one time I ASK for a very specific thing, I get the "more special" version. WTF? I wanted a store-bought cake. Bday sucks. #

• 19:43 "Because of you I'm ashamed of my life because it's empty" Not anymore, it's not. <3 #

• 17:20 Playing the Twitter speed-typing game at fast140.com - How fast can you type? #

So for everyone wondering how the "Great In-Law Invasion of 2009" went? It was perfect... until we reached St. Louis today. That's right. The last day, IN THE CITY THEY WERE FLYING OUT OF. That's where we spent 1.5 hours in the car, "discussing" (read: arguing about) lesbianism, christianity, morals, and why they think it's perfectly acceptable to be hypocritical assholes. Basically.

I really don't want to rehash this whole thing, but let's start it all by saying: I don't throw up. Ever. I nearly did today. I actually got out of the car in the parking lot of Cracker Barrel and said "I'm going to go in here and throw up" and the only thing that stopped me was I had to help a very polite old woman into the bathroom and I figured I would traumatize her if she heard me puking in the next stall.

Also? I spent about 15 minutes in outright tears. For those of you who know me in real life, you know I only cry when EXTREMELY upset about things. Like being jumped on verbally for no reason. Or being trapped in a car with people who tell me that my sexuality is a choice and that if I just turned my life over to GOD all of my problems would solve themselves.

I wish I had the ability to be that naive about the world. Really, I do. It must be nice to have that naivety. No... wait. I don't really think it would be nice. In fact, what goes through my head is "hurts us precious". They're lucky they haven't been through what Kyla and I have been through. I'm very HAPPY for them that GOD answers all of their prayers (except that one where their only child is a lesbian who's been with me for 8.5 years. Shit, I guess God DOESN'T answer all of their prayers. Shit. Who knew?)

So, anyway... yeah. Up until then, it was a great visit. I really thought we were all making some headway.

Oh, and I'm still not invited to Christmas. At least, when they left I'm not. We'll see how that goes. They said they can't condone our relationship enough to have us "sleeping in the same bed together in their house when they know we have sex". Kyla was kind enough to inform them that she and I haven't actually HAD sex in 2 years... so the last two years, we could have been there for Christmas, and they wouldn't have had a worry in the world. I laughed. A lot. (For the record, OTHER PEOPLE in the systems have had sex out here... Kyla and I have not. Until Thursday or Friday where I thawed out for some reason. NOT that you all need to know that!) Her mother said "Well, we didn't KNOW that" and Kyla was like "because I didn't feel a need to SHARE it with you? It shouldn't matter."

And really... that's what it comes down to. It shouldn't matter. We KNOW they don't condone our relationship. Because I'm a woman. If I were a man and had helped Kyla make all of the changes in her life she has, her dad would slap me on the back and tell me what a great guy I am. Instead, he side-hugs me and hardly speaks to me at all. If I were a man, I'd be invited (nay, EXPECTED) to be at every family function there is. Instead, her mother hugs me and goes out to the car and then tells our friend to try to convince Kyla to come home ALONE for Christmas. (Yeah, he thought that was pretty screwed up.)

Anyway. Kyla walked her graduation. I'm so proud of her I could burst a million times over. I cried when I saw her walking up in her cap and gown. Seriously. Rebecca offered me a rag for my eyes and everything. We had our little mini-party. It went really well. I washed dishes 3 times that day. No, really. I wore a dress and did makeup and my hair was cute.

I'm exhausted. Very. And a little disheartened. Okay, a lot.

(At one point, I may have told her parents my morals now say that married people can't come to my house. So one of them is allowed over at a time. Yes, I was making a point. Yes I sounded petty and childish. WTFEver. It made me laugh. Fucking full of shit uber-christian lame ass people. I smoked three cigs today. I haven't done that in over a year. FUCK THEM.)

So, I've not gone into this because I'm being avoidant about it... but Kyla's parents are coming in today.

TODAY.

TIL SUNDAY.

OMG

I'm dying over here. For those of you not in the know? They don't like our "lifestyle", and thus, they aren't overly fond of me. In fact, I used to think they hated me. But, apparently, Kyla says they don't. Umm.. good?

Especially as I have to spend two hours in a car with them today and another two on Sunday, not to mention all the time in between.

x.x

Seriously, this was part of my freak out yesterday. And why I'm currently battling not to run up the stairs, jump on the bed and tell Kyla "GET YOUR ASS UP AND HELP ME CLEAN THIS EFFING HOUSE!" Ahem. Anyway.

Technically we only have the upstairs left to clean, since I kicked ass on the downstairs last night, and got 1/4 of the bun room upstairs clean too. Go me. (AND I cooked dinner yesterday. SOMEONE be impressed) The bathroom is mostly clean (and will be even cleaner once we both take showers, because we both clean the shower while we're in it. >.> we're dorks), so that leaves 3/4 of the bunner room and our bedroom (which is mostly clothes everywhere and the bed needs made.)

So, we're not doing too badly... but still. I'm stressed. Because they're nutso about things... x.x

Did I mention they are also uber christian? Because they are. This should be fun. Hope I can remember ANY prayers. LOL

ALSO, Kyla walks her graduation this weekend. EVERYONE APPLAUD. (She still has two classes to take this summer, but since the next graduation ceremony isn't until December, she gets to walk this one.) This, of course, is why her parents are coming.

Oooh, my under-eye is twitching. Hello stress.

ANYway. That's all. Nori is stressed. No shock there. Nothing to see here. Move along.

So, we don't have a lot in the house (we've only lived here a month and things have been tight), so tonight when trying to figure out what to make wifelet for dinner, I had very limited options.

( So, this is what I came up with. Chicken, ham, and cheese with brown rice and a brown rice dessert )

• 14:12 I JUST LOST THE GAME. #
• 15:30 I give up. Really. I cook dinner, and Kyla's not going to be home for another HOUR. Screw it. I can't even be a good wife. #
• 15:48 dinner is turned down to barely warm, I've had bites of everything, and I'm not currently crying. I think the crisis is averted. #
• 15:48 (either that or I'm about to have a nervous breakdown. Either way.) #