My dad: in a nutshell

Wants to spend hundreds of dollars on new running boards and license plates for my car for tiny scratches but won’t fork over $20 to replace the busted 10 year old wiper blade on my rear window.

Breakfast Time

I got desperate this morning and ate some of le boyfriend's cereal.  Ugh.  I'm usually not much of a cereal person to be honest.  I ate cereal as a kid... but mostly it was just handfuls of dry cereal as a snack rather than a legitimate breakfast option.  When I do buy cereals as an adult, a rare occasion to be sure, I usually buy some tiny $4 bag of organic granola.  But I needed something quick and easy this morning and le boyfriends cereal sounded good...

Special K with chocolate and strawberries... How could I go wrong?  When I opened up the bag I was greeted by large slices of freeze-dried strawberries.  So far, so good.  But I noticed there weren't any chocolate pieces in my bowl.  I shook the box a few times and tried again.  Nothing.  WTF.  Finally, I dug my hand in and searched.  I came up with a tiny sliver of chocolate that barely tasted like anything when I put it in my mouth.  So, as most of my brilliant plans begin, I said "fuck it" and dumped some dark chocolate Velata chips in the bowl.

I added in my soy milk and we were good to go.  Except, UGH.  What's up with all the sugariness?  I thought Special K was an adult cereal ffs.  I might as well go eat the Reese's Puffs in the cupboard - at least they taste good!  I just really hate that fake sugar taste when things have been overly (artificially) sweetened.  It's not necessary!  It just makes me want to puke.  I actually needed the Velata chips for balance as they were the least sweet thing in the bowl. 

Ugh.... I think it's time to make some coffee, wake up, and find some real food.

Merry Christmas!

Yahoo/Tumblr Censorship. RAGE!!!

I'm so ridiculously upset right now.  Tumblr removed one of my photos for no goddamn discernible reason.  According to le boyfriend, this has been happening to a lot of people recently... so I think it's safe to say that this is all a result of the buyout by Yahoo.

Fuck you.

:(

The offending picture

Excuse me for not knowing that pink fucking hot cocoa was so offensive to your delicate sensibilities.


This may not seem like a big deal to some of you... but getting over 5K notes as a non-tumblr famous person is a big fucking deal.  Even if I post it again, I probably won't get close to that many notes.  Plus, all the blogs that had reblogged this image had the potential to generate traffic for my blog, and now I've lost that.  This hurts my blog a lot more than if they had removed just about any other image. So yeah... fuck them.

Hi

Apparently I am on a date with Megan and didn't know it.  Also, apparently I am a guy?  Idek

Things I wish would disappear from Goth Culture

Why is the whole "corrupt nun" thing so popular?  I'm so sick of seeing it pop up in gothic culture or around Halloween time.  I mean I get it, sort of.  You want to rebel against Christianity.  Profane the Sacred.  Show that what people think is holy is actually infernal.  So cute, so witty, so over it.

Of course it's rarely ever male priests/monks.  It's almost always women.  With big boobs barely covered.  Just another flimsy excuse to objectify women while hiding behind the guise of free-thinking, satirical intellectual. 

Christmas Shopping with Mom

Me: What's your Amazon password?  Is it X?

Mom: What password?  Oh, it's Y.

Me: No it's not.  Is it X?

Mom: No no, it's Y.

Me: Oh look, X worked.  I told you it was X.

Mom: I don't want you knowing my passwords.

Me: Well if I didn't know them, you wouldn't fucking know them.

Mom: Oh... then what's this password for?

Me: Your account

Mom: What account?

Me: Your Amazon account?

Mom: Why do I need an account?

Me: So you can order things

Mom: Oh, so X is my account?

Me: No, X is your password.  For your account.  You type in your email and password to log in.

Mom: Why do I need a password/account?

Me: You don't want just anyone using your credit card on here.

Mom: My credit card's on there?

Me: No it's not saved yet.  I don't have to save it.  But still, you don't want anyone in your account.  I don't want you in mine.

Mom: Well I'd pay you back.

Me: You wouldn't have to if you used your card with my account.  I just don't want you messing up my settings.  I know you would.

Mom: Oh... so now I have an account?  So now I can order things on my own?

Me: Yes, I made it for you months ago!  Don't you remember?

Mom: No.....

Me: WTF?!  It was a very traumatic experience.  How do you not remember??!

Mom: I don't

Me: You specifically asked me to come over.  You said you couldn't make an account because it kept giving you my email address and saying it was taken.  You don't remember any of this?!

Mom: No

Me: (staring in horror as I realize this is my future: fucking dementia)

Merry Christmas, everyone!