Death by Choice

I should probably be working on my NaNo novel. To be honest, I don't care right now. I can't care. Every time the thought enters my frame of consciousness, it is shoved out. I'm not particularly fond of it. I would much rather be able to do what I want to and should do.

Every time I get on Blogger, I try my best write write up an entry. At the end this will be the death of me, seeing how I refused to go by Nakyr in my posts. I can only hope that my harasser never traces me without the other half of my internet name anywhere in this blog.

I'm single again, of course. I can't recall if I spoke of it; I got with a guy for a few months, but I saw him...6 times total maybe, if that? His mother was the most wonderful person in the world. Almost like falling in a vat of fiberglass.

Oh, that reminds me. I am fairly certain that the man in the news against cyber-bullying doesn't truly know what it is. He provoked it, he isn't getting bullied, he's being a baby. If you're going to call someone a Gay Nazi, you should probably have some evidence, and probably shouldn't make a crappily-edited picture with a flag and a swastika. Dickhead.

Bullying is being targeted for reasons that aren't just...

Such as a girl finding out everywhere I was on the internet and trolling me because her boyfriend said I was a stalker. It does seem though that I got things taken care of. Seeing how I did nothing. Thank goodness for having blackmail on that guy...

Umm...let's see. My mom died September 17th, and now even the topic of alcohol angers me. I wasn't affected when she died by the tragedy, but now she plagues my nightmares. Most recently, such as last night, I tried to hide beer from her. The night before she was walking around half-dead and bleeding and wouldn't stop drinking. Screw that shit.

I can't even get the hiccups anymore like a regular person. I sound just like my mom did the day she died. Every time I hiccup. It hurts. It's breaking me.

Buffy is still my adorable, precious sweetheart. I love her more than life itself. She's my goofy little goofball, and absolutely brilliant. I love her to death, even if she finds me to be an amusing chew toy.

^ Caught as she cleaned her lips. Looks like she's on something.

There's my girly snoozing next to my netbook.


Oh yes; I went to the Rally to Restore Sanity and/or Fear. I suppose I can link to my facebook photo album of pictures I took if/when I finish uploading them. I can proudly say I picked up more than 2 pocketfuls of trash. :3

I suppose that's it for my life right now. Winter is coming and changing the air, and Buffy is convinced she can make me leave the outside door open. Heh, it's hopeless, it's far too chilly.

Hasta la vista, persona(s)...I truly doubt there will be any.