no boys allowed in the room!!!!

At this point I mean.
I mostly use kleenex for everything...

I'm sure this will change once I have a husband.

joeks

Yeah, then you'll use your bath towels.

or my husband

carl, i would be more than thrilled to gift you the napkin rings i received for christmas from a well-meaning relative 10 years ago

Thank you. But I will pass. Unless they are cool and I could make earrings out of them.

they are gray and v uncool

Sounds like a good thing to put in the thrift store donation box, IMO.

Xxxp v good dad-related points Carl.

The only thing my Dad cares about is that I keep my hair long. Not because of femininity, but because he is an HIPPIE - his hair is longer than mine, after all.

My Mum used to have these really cool napkin rings that were made of filaments of clear plastic of some kind - they were great because I could connect them end to end to conduct experiments in how fibre optics transmit and bend light and the like.

I am sick today so I am probably not making much sense.

mom used to really get onto us doing anything to our hair. dying, cutting, it was all bad.

when i was in high school i looked like a mennonite (this is poss inaccurate) cause i wasn't allowed to cut my hair. at 18 i cut it to my shoulders and thought i was a huge rebel

Ugh, I cannot believe that at my advanced age, I still need my mom to wade in and break it up when my sister starts acting like a total tosser, ie. acts all outraged that anyone would have the audacity to hold her to normal human standards of behaviour.

wow what kind of stuff does she do

Between us, we were awarded $2500 by a relative's estate. Sister dearest was holding my half for when I needed a plane ticket, but helped herself to this money without asking permission when she was 'between paychecks' (if she had asked permission and explained her circs, I'd definitely have allowed it, NBD). She's never been able to pass a cookie jar without thrusting her hand into it. As luck would have it, I needed some of this money last week and asked her to wire some of it. She couldn't, blamed being 'between checks' again. Between the lines of my messages one could read 'well, you could have asked permission and if you didn't STEAL we wouldn't be having this conversation'. Cue all sorts of bad deflection/puffed-up entitlement ie. CAN'T YOU SEE I AM TRYING TO RUN A BUSINESS HERE/I WORK SO HARD/STOP TREATING ME LIKE A TWO YEAR OLD. Also, I am rude because I never ask how she is or make small-talk when we're in this situation. RAGE.

Additionally, all under-duress communication from my sister must include (possibly by statute) overuse of exclamation marks and at least one incidence of 'could of'/'should of' in each small paragraph. DOUBLE RAGE.

OK that last bit alone would make me punchy let alone the rest!

oh man, that is not okay. i'm really sorry, suzy.

Between the lines of my messages one could read 'well, you could have asked permission and if you didn't STEAL we wouldn't be having this conversation'.

honestly, it sounds like you handled this pretty controlledly. i think i would have been incoherent with rage and yelled at her.

It was via the magic of Facebook messages so there was no opportunity for DECIBELS.

My MO for dealing with her incoherent messages is to a) use multi-syllabic fifty-center vocab words or shoehorn in a correct 'could have' in any response and b) go into total Vulcan mode. After 20+ years of this crap (she has stolen from my mom to gamble in the past) she is very, very lucky there are approximately 4000 miles between us.

AN OPEN LETTER TO THE GUY WHO HELPFULLY ANNOUNCED “DAAAAAMN BITCH, YOU FAT!” TO ME IN THE TARGET PARKING LOT THIS MORNING

You probably think the only place I belong is wherever you can’t see me, ideally in the dark, behind closed doors. You need protection from having my big old fat self out there polluting your visual landscape, like I think I have a right to go anyplace I want, like I think I have a right to force people who find my body offensive to look at me. How you must suffer. Allow me to break out the world’s fattest violin.

I love Leslie Kinzel. She's hilarious and OTM.

Right. On.

Yeah, Leslie is great. She rocks some awesome manicures too.

I never learn, do I?

:-(

some douchebag called you fat in a parking lot, too?

No, it was just a vague sigh of disappointment with myself for acting like a bull in a thread where dude-bros were having fun waving their favourite flags.

you are an Aries, though, right?

I sure am. ::makes devil horns sign::

so don't let whatever dude-bros say bother you

I'm not bothered by what they said, I'm bothered by my inability to contain my snark sometimes.

n/m

you give good snark, WCC, fuck the haters!

::devil horns:: you rawk sarahell!

(don't know why I'm into devil horns tonight. I blame painkillers)

I don't know what I was hoping for when I searched for "ram with devil horns" but I definitely did not find the cute picture of a ram throwing devil horns that I was hoping form. Or even a particularly demonic looking ram.

meanwhile the animated .gif from "altered states" that was on the "goat eyes" thread doesn't show up anymore

sad :(

wait these ones are still there

http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y109/fez_/goat.gif

http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y109/fez_/goat2.gif

the 2nd one is my fave!

Nice.

gifs 4 all time

Man saw the cutest boy at a show I'm at. Need to learn how to hit on ppl.

Things ILX has taught me:

1) a well deployed gif in the right place can be awesome
2) you don't have to pretend you like music that does nothing for you in order to impress a dude
3) you don't have to pretend you don't like the music that you do because a dude might sneer at you
4) you don't have to spend time talking to someone who repeatedly ignores your boundaries
5) trust your instincts, if everyone is defending/promoting someone who made you v v uncomfortable, you do not have to agree
6) you don't have to feel sorry for or guilty about 2, 3, 4 or 5

These are things that have been bouncing around my head all night. I haven't slept very well.

I really wish I could turn off my brain sometimes. But at least I didn't have nightmares about the 9-eyed devil-jesus goat gifs which I totally thought I was going to.

I hate the shirt I'm wearing today and I'm not cold but have nipples for miles. Actually, I hate the skirt I'm wearing, too, or maybe it's the skirt with the shirt. Anyway, one of those days.

Hate those kinds of days.

Sometimes on those days I go to the local "cheap clothes for $10" store and just replace part of my outfit. I know the $5 t-shirts are sewn by paralyzed enslaved orphans in a country wracked by civil war, global warming, and the seven plagues but sometimes professional embarrassment is too high a price.

I was thinking about doing that but thought I was overreacting! Thank you for the validation.

Haha why do you think I have 3 of the same too-tight white scoop-neck Tshirt that I wear under sweaters and stuff?

I'm not cold but have nipples for miles

this is never not a problem for me, so i just bought these

http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00207OAI4/ref=ox_ya_os_product

hoping they're shipped in a nondescript box, as they're coming to my workplace.

You know that moment where you're kind of annoyed about something, but not seriously annoyed, just "this is annoying" kind of level of annoyed? And then someone comes in and makes out like you are being "crazy shouting lady"? And that characterisation, which you feel is totally unfair, *that* flips you into full-on rage mode? That.

(It's almost like they know that that this is a thing that will completely unbalance you, and so that's why they deploy it.)

But never mind.

I know that all too well.

In small mercies, I really like the shirt I'm wearing today. I should concentrate on that instead. It's one of the things I got in the Laurel-inspired shopping trip.