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annundriel) wrote2005-07-13 11:55 am
annundriel) wrote2005-07-13 11:55 am
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Where is the love?
Why me? Seriously. What did I do to deserve idiot relations? (Even though one isn't really.)
Last night Tom, Nicholas, and Dad came into the kitchen. Dad admonished the guys for leaving guns out in their trucks. About eleven years ago, we had a gun stolen out of one of our vehicles in the middle of the night. (This is actually one of the reasons why I dislike the positioning of the big window in my room - the cars are right out there and any one could be skulking around.) The first thing out of the guys' mouths? Before anything really relevant? "It was probably Mexicans." And later, "That must have been before Bebe, because Mexicans don't like dogs." Which led to the worst comment of the evening: "Yes they do. With mustard and mayo."
At which point I got up and left. It was either that or have a major case of OMG-How-Ignorant-Can-You-Be?! and have to deal with a couple of guys who just. don't. get it.
Also, Nicholas may end up being a felon after his trial and going to prison for, like, 90 days. Which lead to talk of (great?) great uncle Wilfred and whether or not he killed a man or a woman way back in the day. (I think he had mental issues.) Which led to Nicholas's comment of, "Is there such a thing as woman slaughter? 'Cause that's gotta be different than manslaughter and (something about deserving it)." Not only did that piss me off, it mildly freaked me out.
So I repeat, why me?
After that, to cheer myself up, I watched Farscape and read fanfiction and all was better in my world. And today I get to see Neesha! and we will watch things and be geeky and all will be good. Also, everything went well at the dentist, so thus far the day has not been bad.
Last night Tom, Nicholas, and Dad came into the kitchen. Dad admonished the guys for leaving guns out in their trucks. About eleven years ago, we had a gun stolen out of one of our vehicles in the middle of the night. (This is actually one of the reasons why I dislike the positioning of the big window in my room - the cars are right out there and any one could be skulking around.) The first thing out of the guys' mouths? Before anything really relevant? "It was probably Mexicans." And later, "That must have been before Bebe, because Mexicans don't like dogs." Which led to the worst comment of the evening: "Yes they do. With mustard and mayo."
At which point I got up and left. It was either that or have a major case of OMG-How-Ignorant-Can-You-Be?! and have to deal with a couple of guys who just. don't. get it.
Also, Nicholas may end up being a felon after his trial and going to prison for, like, 90 days. Which lead to talk of (great?) great uncle Wilfred and whether or not he killed a man or a woman way back in the day. (I think he had mental issues.) Which led to Nicholas's comment of, "Is there such a thing as woman slaughter? 'Cause that's gotta be different than manslaughter and (something about deserving it)." Not only did that piss me off, it mildly freaked me out.
So I repeat, why me?
After that, to cheer myself up, I watched Farscape and read fanfiction and all was better in my world. And today I get to see Neesha! and we will watch things and be geeky and all will be good. Also, everything went well at the dentist, so thus far the day has not been bad.
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