sephirajo: (Giant Cassie)
At work. Chuck came over with Vivi. Showed her off to the office and then went to lunch. I'm back. Drew two pictures last night, will art dump one of them later. And only one as I haven't heard from the recipient (or victim?) of the other one. >__>

Paranoia score right now is 9.5. All "why aren't people talking to me" and "omg everyone must hate me." Not to mention still feeling like a total and complete idiot/asshole. I could use a place to hide. And sleep.

Lack of sleep isn't helping. Maybe two hours last night? Pain is hard to sleep through.

...Everyone is talking fashion and I feel so lost.

I'm exhausted and yeah.

This has been the five minute update.
sephirajo: (NC17 Man and Dog)
Well, this has certainly been an interesting week. I'm going to say right here and right now that I'm glad I didn't have pedophilia listed on my interests page, which as a survivor of molestation I do have an interest in. As well as a general fetish for Lolicon (where the girl is fifteen or older, I imagine myself as the girl, because I still remember my 'omg wanna do teacher' fantasies...)

This being said, I find myself wondering if the above paragraph will be my journal suspended.


Yeah. Fuck you Warriors for Innocence and fuck your egos.

And fuck you life journal staff for caving to right winged idiots. I'm starting up a political blog within the next week and now I'm trying to find a new host for it.

In other news...

Click me for amusing husband story )
sephirajo: (C'mon kid!!!)
Dear Husband,

Just because someone calls me on the phone and it's an internet friend, that does not automatically mean I am having an affair. You wouldn't be jealous and sulky if Ben or Hoffer called me and I think you should trust me when I say I'm just friends with someone and I only want you.

Also... the person calling was a girl. The fact that that made everything suddenly okay would be amusing if it wasn't so juvenile.

Besides, it's not like I'm really cute enough to draw a ton of wanton guys into some sort of unnamed silky web anyway.

My friends are all just that - friends. If you still don't get it, just think about yesterday morning - or our daughter. And realize sometimes when you get twitty it is very hard to love you, but I do it anyway.

-Your wife


Mar. 25th, 2007 07:08 pm
sephirajo: (Light of a fading star)
I am really, really not feeling it right now. What it is, I'm not entirely sure, but I'm not feeling it. I feel very out of it. I wanted Chuck to stay home, but it's his game night and I shouldn't ask him to stay home just for my benefit. He needs time out with his friends.

I love my baby dearly, but I can't help but to think I'm doing something wrong. That I'm always doing something wrong.

That there's something wrong with me, maybe. And for some reason this always happens on Sunday.

I don't like being alone, even with Vivi here, I'm still alone. Which sounds retarded as I type it out, doesn't it?

Moral of this story: Life sucks, and I don't have the will power to keep my husband from playing D&D every Sunday.
sephirajo: (Skeltor - idiots)
Right now, I'm a stay at home mom. I'm fine with that. I'll watch Vivi while you're at work. But you said you'd help out tonight. Helping out is not watching her for three hours for me to get a nap and then pawning her back off on me. Lets compare and contrast... you watch her for three hours when you get home so I can take a nap and shower.

I've watched her for about 48 hours straight at that point with NO sleep. To top matters off, I have a migraine and can't take my medicine for it.

Your three hours before bed IS NOT help. You might as well not have watched her at all. I would like sleep too, and more than three hours of it.

I'm surprised there isn't a higher murder rate of new dads by new mothers if this is normal behavior.

Fuck you (and not in the way you've been bugging me for!)


Fuck this.

Oct. 21st, 2006 12:05 am
sephirajo: (Dexter Hush)
Fuck this, I don't need this shit.

I post a rant on BRPS, that I admitted was a rant, that I admitted that there should be rants about me and people... DAYS after the fucking fact start tearing into me.

Yeah, this REALLY makes me want to go back to the game, you mother fuckers.

Let me boil down my life for you as it is right now in nice little points.

Point: I'm pregnant, and it keeps me sick, in pain, tired and moody. I admitted I was wrong in several places in the comments.
Point: My husband is ill. Not like oh no the flu ill, but OMG we don't know what the hell is wrong and he could possibly be dying ill. He got CAT scans done and we're waiting to hear back on them. This does NOT make me easier to deal with. Sorry. I hope he's not dying. And I hope they can fix KIDNEY FAILURE (which he may have) is often fatal if they don't treat it time! Lucky me! I could be a window before I'm thirty, oh FUCKING JOY!
Point: We are so broke right now that we're lucky if we can afford food half the time. You know, so broke you have to weigh the scales and decide if you want to be hungry or be able to have enough gas to get to work. And not just occasionally, but ALL THE TIME.
Point: I am NOT the only one who had a problem on this board! It's NOT JUST ME!
Point: I did try to ping mods to get things going. After awhile, when things don't roll, I have a bad habit of saying 'screw this' and walking away. Yes I know I'm a bad gamer, and there should be posts about me here. In fact, I've said as much in comment threads.
Point: I'm a 25 year old wife, expectant mother, family taxi, desk slave, with more problems than I want right now. My husband could be dying, my father IS dying and you know what, I really didn't need all this drama, kthanks bye.
Point: By not mentioning names I was trying to not to start a bitch fit. Well, that obviously failed.
Point: Thank you everyone for the wonderful 'warm fuzzies' during a time which I kind of needed them. To avoid being melodramatic I won't say what I normally would here, but you know what... I don't give a flying fuck.

From now on I will follow my little brother's approach to multi-fandom games that try to take themselves seriously.

1. Get a friend.
2. Play the snipers from Enemy at the Gates.
3. Kill all the other characters from a distance.
4. If there's a Ron Weasly in the game leave him alive to let him suffer.
sephirajo: (Snape)
The last few days I have so just felt like crap. I haven't been able to feel the baby move. (Chuck says he can feel it, when he puts his hand on my stomach...) The reason behind that may be really simple, I've been overly bloated the last few days, so I'm kind of surprised I can feel anything below the waist.

I keep thinking about my Dad - and I still haven't been able to get a hold of him. Of course there's not much in the way of reception for Cell Phones in unspoiled Alaskan forests. I hope he's taking pictures.

In other news, a happy birthday to [ profile] falnend and [ profile] memori_lain's little girl. Who I affectionately call 'Jack.' Jack is a year old today, and I'd like to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY JACK. ♥♥♥

And Chuck's birthday dinner is tonight, I don't know if anyone looks forward to seeing me online, but I might not show up. You know... the whole wanting to spend some time with husband. Who is rather freaked at turning 27. (His actual birthday is tomorrow.)

Well, that's all I have. I have to slink off to work now.
sephirajo: (Gaara - wolves)
I have finally come to the conculsion that no matter what, some days during this pregancy I am just going to feel like crap.

I left work early, and now... yeah.

In other news, my husband now has a live journal! Friend him and get to know him, because he's spiffy. (But I might be a little biased on that...)

His journal is [ profile] demiakumu. Go read stuff he writes.


*Dead Jo*

Aug. 4th, 2006 06:55 pm
sephirajo: (Sit down and stfu!)
Well, today is shaping up just swimmingly. /rampant sarcasm. I'm tired as hell, and I had to pick something up for my husband. He insisted. A comic based on Clive Barker's The Thief of Always. Right now, I'm so pissed off at having to do that that I could chuck it down the toilet without a second thought.

It's hot outside. I worked all day. And despite having three days off in a row my husband did not sort the laundry as I asked him to and has complained via email about lack of clothes to wear and how he'd like me to do laundry this weekend.

Hello, I'm tired. Not just mildly tired, but omg!fucking tired. I almost fell asleep driving home - TWICE! And I have to go pick up my husband tonight from work. And though this will make me sound like a bitch and be TMI for almost everyone, if he comes asking for 'maritals' tonight, he's going to be sleeping on the fucking balcony, because I'm not in the mood. As if the swearing wasn't a clue enough.

I also think one of the girls at work hates me now because I beat her out for a different position. An opening came up in the Post Sale department, which is a lot easier, and more varied and interesting than the Post Repo department (which I'm currently in.) Not only have I been there longer than her, but I found out that the lady who had the job found out I was taking it decided that instead of training me for two weeks like she's supposed to, that she'd just leave today.

So on Monday it's sink or swim in a new department that I know only a bare minimum about. The little prep girl - who's a nice enough kid, don't get me wrong - was giving me death glares all afternoon. I admit I pumped my offer with a bit of a bribe. When I move over to the post sale, my Boss, who sits next to me, gets a double cube, which he needs for extra folders. Some bribe, huh?

If she knew what I knew about the other lady just leaving, I doubt she'd be so angry. At least there's another guy in that department so I won't be sinking or swimming on my own.

But right now, I think I'm going to go somewhere to DIE.

I'm tired, and I want chili. Real fucking chili, but we don't have the moneys for it. I might make chuck take me to Boca Chica which is right by his work anyway. Good Mexican food... like Grandma's.

Me die now.


In other more happy news, my molestor of an uncle, the one who thinks he loves me, had his house burn down (the second one, I should tip off an arson line...) AND he broke his ankle. YAY KARMA.
sephirajo: (Gaara - wolves)
I answered a question I had at work today with the aid of my husband. On a dare, we saw how many tootise pops I could put in my mouth at once. The answer: three.

Prooving once and for all, it's not how many lick, put how many pops.

He wanted me to get five. Wasn't happening. When I think about it, we're really just big kids.


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