Blackout

It's November thirtieth...did you already Blackout?

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Wow, that was awesome.

on why I love Natalie

Yesterday my friend Natalie stumbled upon Postarita (because I was admiring it, and her being a nosy bitch got all up in that shit), and she noticed that there are hardly enough mentions of her wonderful self. So, I've decided to rectify the situation by telling you all why I love her so much, and why you should go out into town and find yourself a Natalie. I'm telling you that bitch is a hot commodity, and everyone needs one or, twelve of her.

I love Natalie because:
She's a combination of all the best parts of people I'm no longer friends with without all of the qualities that pissed me off with the other people.
She is an intergal part of the syrup, and as we all know syrup = life.
She doesn't fault me for my everlasting love for Britney Spears, even though she doesn't quite understand it herself.
She understands that even though I play stupid most of the time, it's all a game.
She understands me when I say the stupidest, inane shit.
Because I know that one day she will finish reading the Harry Potter series, even if it takes her years just so I can have someone to talk about it with.
She will let me talk her into playing drunken karaoke with me.
She will also watch the Disney channel for hours with me, and understands my great love for all things "Phil of the Future"
Because the bitch is my soul mate, the yin to my yang, the SYRUP on my pancakes, the Justin to my Britney, the drugs to my Courtney Love.
Because she'll read this list and won't think it's stupid at all.

of tupperware and being pissed off

Several things are happening in my life all at once right now. And none of it is fun, or exhillerating, it's just pissing me off. I don't want to get into details in case members of the Gribble clan get it into their minds to look me up on the internet and find that shit. But let's just say that someone is moving into our house, and that someone is bringing with them approximately thirteen tons of slightly warped from the microwave tupperware from the nineteen seventies. We now have a box that is meant specifically to keep celery cold. Some might say that first of all "Who the fuck eats celery?", and second of all "Can't a refrigerator do that on it's own?" All that I can say to those people is, "I have no fucking clue, unless that shit is in Chicken Noodle Soup, I'm not touching it", and as for the second "One would assume, but apparently not so much." And moreover besides the multitude of tupperware products there is also an overabundance of ceramic angels, cats dressed up as angels, babies with angel wings, and just a whole other realm of winged collectibles.
I guess the real reason I'm posting is not to explain my current tuppeware situation, but to tell you how much of a bad person I am. I should be happy, and I should be glad, and I should be a lot of things. But instead of that I'm selfish, and pissed off, and completely one hundred percent NOT FUCKING AMUSSED. All I know is that I'm an awful selfish person. I don'tknow how I became this way, or how to stop, but I can't. All I know is every time I see someone move more stuff in here, I freak out. I think of how my life is going to change, and how everything will be different, and how I'm not into change and it's just motherfucking ruining my life. And you can call melodramatic if you'd like, I am very much so. But that does not change the fact that as far as I'm concerned things will never be the same and I'm just not alright with it.

Somebody stop me before I post something sentimental again.