I. Hate. People.

Missed connecting tram again. Not. Happy.

( Why Organized Religion Is Bad And Chaos Good - Or The Reason I Can't Stand Christians )

That's it. Tweetie's home and we're eating in a few.

Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Phew. I feel better now.

Stupid people outside the tram talking to the fucking DRIVER for SEVERAL MINUTES made me miss my connecting tram.

I'm not a happy Cueetie right now.

So I got the brilliant (?) idea to colour my hair with Henna yesterday. Said and done, today we bought 5 (five!!) packages of Henna colouring because my hair's freaking long and Tweetie wanted to try it too. I've just spent too long in the bathroom trying to get it into my hair without breaking my back.

I've got a shower-hat on the hair, a towel on the shower-hat and another shower-hat to keep the towel in place plus Vaseline in my ears. And a head-ache, can't forget the head-ache.

The next time I get the idea to colour my hair, someone please remind me of this, okay?

I just hope it doesn't turn out green... >.>

Just fucking great.

I think I'm getting sick, and that's three days before the concert. Just freaking lovely. Head's clear, but body's byebye in this state.

I thought it was because I haven't really slept much, but even after 3+ hours of napping I feel like crap and everything aches.

It'll take more than a cold to get me down - I'm going to that concert with broken bones *knocks on wood* if I have to!!

I want my Tweetie home now.

I have one thing to say to you, you idiot.

BACK. OFF.

I don't like it that you talk to her, or write to her, or try to be funny/witty/sexy/WHATTHEFUCKELSE, she's mineminemineminemineminemineminemineminemineMINE.

*fumes*

Tweetie's got some guy hanging after her and I. DON'T. LIKE. IT. He's trying to be all funny and whatthefuckelse and is constantly writing to her and being all purrpurrlookatmelookatme and I don't like it. At all.

*snarls*

I'm PMS-ing again (aren't I always?), so I'm going to rant, like always.

When I first came out to a... "friend" of mine (for lack of better word), the first thing she said (after the O_____x-ness had died a bit) was "Oh, so that's why you don't like guys!".

*headdesk*

No, I don't "don't like guys", if Tweetie was a guy I'd still be in love with her. I honestly don't think that the concept of bisexuality is a part of her world. At all. According to her, I can never again say that I like guys (I was going to use another word here, but Tweetie would jump on me and then I'd have to de-crank her (she just kicked me, unintentionally, btw O.o)) because in that case, I can't be in love with a girl. I don't call myself a lesbian (unless I call myself "evil lesbian", which is a topic for another rant), because I don't do labels. I'm BIsexual. That means that I'm as straight as a horseshoe, if I have to be straight at all.
But, back to my "friend"... There's nothing wrong with her IQ, but she doesn't have much in the EQ-department, I'm sad to say. I should know, I've known her more or less my whole life and she hasn't changed much from when we were 10 years old.

I don't think I was as much hurt or anything as just one big "WTF???". I'm still in that state, a year and a half later.

(Tweetie just put the bag with the laundry leaning against me and told me not to move)

The second time I've been really WTF over something that's related to sexuality was in Art school, where one of my classmates (non-affectionately named "The Mary Sue" - and you can all guess just what kind of person -she- was) was having a discussion with another classmate about... dundundun... sexuality (as in homo-/bisexuality). Don't ask me how the hell they got to it, I don't know. I just know that I had the questionable pleasure of hearing the Sue open her mouth and say "Oh, I think it's quite all right, after all".

*headdesk*

Well, bitch, I think it's quite all right to be straight, after all!

When I think back on the Art school, the first thing that comes to mind is that I was surrounded by stupid, lying, cheating, ass-kissing idiots and one guy, who was quite normal.

What brought this on? I was bored at work, the batteries to my CD-player died right after I got off the tram and I had to amuse myself somehow.

Now Tweetie's sitting and looking at the "Massage Parlors" offers in the newspaper. We sometimes read them out loud to each other and laugh at the pathetic phrasings. The best one so far was the "Domina Chantal and her lust-slave Christina". No, I don't know either.

Uh. Yeah, I shut up now.

The Big Scary One is around the corner again, like every year.

Here's something that you should take a look at before you go off on your shopping spree: http://www.livejournal.com/users/silvermoonstar/284483.html.

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The basics:
I spilled soy-sauce on the computer yesdterdây which makes it behave completely boinkers. We were alreâdy promisded a new one (Tweetie's gra^ndmother rocksd!!) so till that one arrives, I won't be online much. I ga^ve up on trying to edît wha^t I'm writing here, a^sd you ca^n see, becaûse it drivesd me insa^ne.

My phone isd completeljy psdycho a^nd^onljy wa^ntsd to sdend messâ^ges to my father, no one else. -.- Why does everything ha^ve to brea^k dôwn a^t the sâme time??

In case I won't be a^round for the big s^cary holidâ^y: Ha^ppy Holidays, whatever you celebrate or don't celebrate! Takê care everyone!

*considêrs throwing the computer out the windôw*

I can't believe how fast my faith in humanity is sinking. Every day something happens that makes me hate humans even more, if it's actually possible. It doesn't have to be anything big, it can be just something small, almost insignificant, and it just makes me want to go on a hunt. I don't like feeling like this, but I guess since I had the unfortunate luck of being born without the bimbo-gene, I guess I've got to take it.
So...
Dear old couple on the tram to work:
Yes, I dress in black. It's not a trick of the light. Yes, that it a long black winter-coat (Tweetie's) and a black summer-hat ('cause my hat rocks!). Yes, I am wearing both together. Yes, that is, in fact, music you hear coming from my CD-player. Guess what? I'm now going to stalk your grandchildren and end up sodomizing their family-dog, because that's what people who look like me do, right? Uh-huh, thought so.

Dear ugly bimbo on the tram out to work:
Just... Fuck off.

Dear disgusting cunts on the tram on the way back from work:
You're NOT cool. Sitting there and howling is so out, didn't you get the fucking memo? All it does is making me want to go over there and rip you to pieces. You have no clue how close I was to do that. I will pray to whatever higher power that listens that you'll live a long, miserable life and that you'll spend most of it cleaning after other people.

There are no words to say how much I loathe humanity right now. I honestly can understand why some people go berserk.

On the plus-side though... You who work on the first floor in the building where I clean: you rock. Thank you so much for treating me like a human being and not like a part of the furniture or like I'm invisible. You all deserve flowers for being there.

Tweetie's home now. I demand food from Cindy's and lots of cuddling.

Over and out.