Oh, yeah. While I was loitering around awkwardly before the Wil Anderson signing, this seedy guy walked past and quite brazenly stared at my chest. Like, I caught his eye and glared and he just ducked his head down again to stare. I wish I had taken a step and kneed him viciously in the groin.

Anyway. My father has jetted off to the US of A to spend much of December in New York. This means he gets to see Rockefeller Center, go ice skating in Central Park, and pointedly will not be buying me TMNT related things, nor rainbow related things when he's in San Fran, and the whole thing is just very unfair. I hope he enjoys the cooler weather, and I will try to not feel too bitter when it's 5000 degrees* here in Australia. (*Slight exaggeration, but only slight.)

The M*A*S*H* movie was on telly yesterday. I started watching it and was a bit... meh about the whole thing, so went back upstairs to commence a marathon of BJ/Hawkeye glee. I have been spoilt by Alan's Hawkeye, I freely admit it. Oh, BJ/Hawkeye. What subtext? It's just text. Why aren't you all watching it right now? Oh, you have lives? Very good, carry on. But seriously, the adorable bromance. They spend a lot of time showering together and trying to make each other smile. I love them.

Welp, have fun!

01) Are you currently in a serious relationship?
02) Have you ever been in love?
03) What talent do you wish you had?
04) Is there a moment in any tv show/film that touches you and makes you cry, no matter how many times you watch it?
05) Favorite bands/artists?
06) What was the last book you read?
07) When is your birthday?
08) Any Tattoos and/or Piercings? Explain where.
09) Worst Habit?
10) If you could only watch one tv channel for the rest of your life, what would it be?
11) Explain your typical weekend:
12) Do you have a Pessimistic or Optimistic attitude?
13) Would you rather take a plane or go on a road trip?
14) Have you ever been to a wedding or a funeral?
15) Tell me one weird fact about you:
16) Do you have any pets?
17) What if I showed up at your house unexpectedly?
18) What was your first impression of me?
19) How important is your family to you?
20) If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be?
21) Is there anyone you'd go gay for?
22) What color eyes do you have?
23) Ever been arrested?
24) Have you ever done something you had previously sworn to yourself you'd never do?
25) If you won $10,000 today, what would you do with it?
26) What's your favorite place to hang out at?
27) Do you believe in ghosts?
28) Favorite thing to do in your spare time?
29) Do you swear a lot?
30) Biggest pet peeve?
31) In one word, how would you describe yourself?
32) Do you believe/appreciate romance?
33) You can only go to one fast food establishment for the next year, which one is it?
34) Do you believe in God?
35) Will you repost this so I can fill it out and do the same for you?

I've been posting way too much lately, I do apologise. Squeeful things have been happening, is all. Like today, ( I went to Wil Anderson's book signing: )

Ah yes, the obligatory parential rant. Damn.
Okay, so am 24, I have no job like MOST OF FUCKING AMERICA and I only volunteered at Church because Mum was lecturing me all the fucking time about getting out of the house. I don't want to do shit in society. Society sucks and I despise people. I swear, if I didn't do something I wasn't going to hear the end of it. Shit.

Now, Mum was on a fucking rampage because she didn't get any help at dinner, EVEN THOUGH I was the only who helped. Damn it. She has to get all up on me for shit she was all ready taking care of. She hates it if someone tries to help. And then she goes and bitches about it. Then Dad tells me that I have to do fort hours a week eithervolunteering or doing stuff around the house. Like hell that's going to happen. Shit, there is barly enough work at the place I am at for a whole fucking hour.

I guess I could always just hang about with a good book. *sigh*
Like hell I want to do that. I want to write. I can't do that if I'm always having to do other shit.
I already clean more of the house than thos assholes who call themselves my siblings. Fuck.
Yeah, I'm really angry right about now and I'm not going to tell my parents.

When Mum say's shit like; "You only ever come down when you smell food," is total shit!
I helped with dinner last night. I help with cooking our Thanksgiving food. Tomorrow we all have to clean house and put up with Mom's bitchiness. On Thursday it'll be fine till after everyone leaves, and what the fuck is up with chewing me out over stupid shit like how I stack fucking pizza slices?????


I swear, they want one thing then they turn around and tell you shit and then when you even try to tell them that they never said stuff like that - then they tell you that you are wron and if you do try to pove it - they get pissed and tell you to either shut up or punish you. Fuck them. I'm not going to do anything more than what I am doing, if they want something from me they can fucking ask for it.