And another case of 'huh.'
Mar. 15th, 2008 01:36 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
letterbladeJust realized one of the things that was bugging me, big-time, about the whole being-thrown-out thing. There were a lot of problems in the relationship, sure. Some of them were my fault. About an equal number of them were Cyn's fault. Possibly a few of them were Caroline's fault--it's a little hard to say, as she's saner than the rest of us. And I was the one who got branded as hopeless and thrown out. (With insistences that we were still going to be together eventually, but seeing as they both treat me with a wariness reserved for ax murderers and don't willingly say two words to me, I can't see how that's supposed to happen.)
The word I was looking for, and just found, is "scapegoat." Fuck, am I sick of being a pushover. Maa-aaa-aah to you too, biatches. I do often wonder, though, if they actually are better off without me, or whether the scapegoating was just as futile as it generally is.
In other news, some donkeysucking assrag piece of shit got into my accounts somehow and spent most of my money on fancy video editing plugins. Should get it all back, but my finances will be frozen until probably Monday or Tuesday (two business days become a lot longer over the weekend.) At least I have six dollars in my pocket, unlike last time I had no finances, during which I had seventy-eight cents. (Yes, I counted.) Aiiiiiigh, annoying.
In short:
Dear Universe,
Please stop fucking with me.
Less love than usual,
Tory
And now let's try a second time to get to sleep, and hope my bladder doesn't insist upon making me drive to Everett to pee again.
The word I was looking for, and just found, is "scapegoat." Fuck, am I sick of being a pushover. Maa-aaa-aah to you too, biatches. I do often wonder, though, if they actually are better off without me, or whether the scapegoating was just as futile as it generally is.
In other news, some donkeysucking assrag piece of shit got into my accounts somehow and spent most of my money on fancy video editing plugins. Should get it all back, but my finances will be frozen until probably Monday or Tuesday (two business days become a lot longer over the weekend.) At least I have six dollars in my pocket, unlike last time I had no finances, during which I had seventy-eight cents. (Yes, I counted.) Aiiiiiigh, annoying.
In short:
Dear Universe,
Please stop fucking with me.
Less love than usual,
Tory
And now let's try a second time to get to sleep, and hope my bladder doesn't insist upon making me drive to Everett to pee again.
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Date: Mar. 15th, 2008 08:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: Mar. 15th, 2008 08:55 am (UTC)---
Dear Universe,
On behalf of Tory, I ask you to stop fucking with her. Thank-you.
TenshiKurai9
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Date: Mar. 15th, 2008 05:58 pm (UTC)"less love" I will match your bid today so the universe gets a full dose from you. Hope things get better.
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Date: Mar. 16th, 2008 03:30 am (UTC)*shakes fists at universe*
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Date: Mar. 17th, 2008 10:17 pm (UTC)*hopes whoever it is drowns in a few pounds of sweatshirts from Old Navy*
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Date: Mar. 18th, 2008 01:41 am (UTC)