I'm just... so sleepy. I feel like I haven't slept, really slept in ages. This most definitely needs to be nixed. Tonight, I'll try again. Again. sigh
I got a piece featured on DA. That was a nice. Made me smile.
I'm also doing a HistFic workshop, that I'm super stoked for!!
I've got this Steampunk-y idea I want to use as my story for the workshop.
There has been major drama in mi familia. Mommy Dearest and Meme (her mum) are like... Jr High Girls with a beef. It's completely ridiculous. Meme calls and LIES her rear off, because she's embarrassed someone discovered her nasty little habits. (Pill popping and alcoholism) I mean, OBVIOUSLY this posses off and worries my mom. Meme is 73! My mom is there because she was drunk and fell and broke her hip, but she won't even admit she has a prob and the Doctor is a moron whose known my family forever, even dated my Meme back in the day.
And mom just gets upset about the lying and what not. Don't/Can't blame her in the least. But that doesn't mean I want to hear all the dirty laundry of my Meme from my mother's childhood/teen years.
Ugh.
The Hubster's boss told him that when her boss gets back from some kind of meetings they'll have the official meeting where they'll give him his promotion. FINALLY. I'm ready to go up there and punch Shane in the danglies for being such a lazy poon, who feel like he has the right to bitch my husband out for- get this!- NOT FINISHING HIS (Shane's) WORK! WTF! Several of the Hubs co-workers have commented on the situation and it's just seriously pissingme off. Hubby is so much more laid back and accepting of things than me. He lets things roll of his back at least 3 X's longer than I will before I flip shit.
Once he has the promotion, he'll feel like he'll be in a place to tell Shane to Fuck Off. I CANNOT WAIT.
Prick.
In case you were wondering, here's the piece that was featured.
Go Ask Alice
Chasing the rabbit, he said with a laugh, It isn't quite the fairy-tale. I shrugged, and grinned and swallowed it whole. Greedy, hungry youth.
I cartwheeled through the tumblers of every locked thought, twisting kaleidoscope skies. Tasting music and dancing in the aftermath of euphoria. Wicked, wonder-filled youth.
You taste of heaven! I screamed at the world. Before it turned to hell.
Chaotic bits of history and hate, slapped around my innocence and dreams. I told myself, The tiger's might is empty! But I felt the drug peel my skin away from my soul and I knew that I lied.
Desperate, ragged youth.
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