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Right???

The dilemma is that she’s in a dark place right now due to this past Tuesday being the fourth anniversary of our sister’s passing. We planned a small gathering tomorrow to remember her, but now she wants me come over tonight and stay.

It sucks because I feel like I’m putting my discomfort ahead of her mental health, but then again, I can’t continue to spend the night at a house when I can barely use the bathroom without shooing critters away. I have stayed before and I couldn’t sleep because I was terrified of bugs crawling on me. It’s beyond uncomfortable.

Also, to get there I have to catch two buses and walk two miles, with this rolling in over my head.

I don’t think it’s happening tonight….

Every morning I have to fight with myself to get out of bed

yeah its 4 am and i have nothing of value to show for my being awake this long so good night

Feeling overwhelmingly terrible today

Sometimes I look around at all the artists on tumblr, and I’m in awe of their works. It reminds me of how little I’ve produced recently. I haven’t written fan fic for half a year, I haven’t written any original fiction or poetry in a year and a half. I havent taken any drawings past doodle stage for at least 3 months.
i just dont have the passion I used to. I was cleaning and found a sketch and writing pad from high school thats filled to bursting, lacking skill but enthusiastic. I need to get out of my depressive funk and start doing stuff again.

Maybe I should look into going back on antidepressants…

Ok job, fuck your bullshit, I’m go read fic in the bathroom.

One Million Moms targets DC and Marvel over gay storylines

lascocks:

notdaredevil:

thereisaheroinallofus:

viewsofalex:

Yeah. Blank stare. Because you’re wrong. And will fail. Have a nice day.

Children desire to be just like superheroes,” reads the missive on the One Mill Moms website. “Children mimic superhero actions and even dress up in costumes to resemble these characters as much as possible. Can you imagine little boys saying, ‘I want a boyfriend or husband like X-Men?’ This is ridiculous! Why do adult gay men need comic superheroes as role models? They don’t but do want to indoctrate [sic] impressionable young minds by placing these gay characters on pedestals in a positive light. These companies are heavily influencing our youth by using children’s superheroes to desensitize and brainwash them in thinking that a gay lifestyle choice is normal and desirable. As Christians, we know that homosexuality is a sin (Romans 1:26-27).”


If you found an X-Man 300 years ago you’d burn them for being a witch.

it’s ridiculously humid, my phone just died, no charger, only 8 hours to go until babysitting over.

my consolation is:

A) I get paaaaid

B) Coffee and internet

C) Babies will be sleeping within 3 hours

Today was both awesome and terrible.
It was Awesome because of… it was a beautiful day. It was lovely outside. Karma caught up with an evil cunt at work. I watched ducks and and miscellaneous fowl at the park. I enjoyed pleasant conversation with various strangers.
It was Terrible because I have an evil woman staying where I live. So I went to meet my mother to avoid said evil woman. She was smashed and she was seething about someone that works in the bar she lives in, so there was lots of yelling and I wanted to spontaneously implode. I was uncomfortable at home and doubly out and about.
I think I’m going to use my tumblr to post some of the miscellany that I used to post in good old El Jay.
And what of EL JAY? That’s what random fantardation is for, of course.
I used to write and write and write, but depression looks a whole lot like writers block from here.

Today was both awesome and terrible.

It was Awesome because of… it was a beautiful day. It was lovely outside. Karma caught up with an evil cunt at work. I watched ducks and and miscellaneous fowl at the park. I enjoyed pleasant conversation with various strangers.

It was Terrible because I have an evil woman staying where I live. So I went to meet my mother to avoid said evil woman. She was smashed and she was seething about someone that works in the bar she lives in, so there was lots of yelling and I wanted to spontaneously implode. I was uncomfortable at home and doubly out and about.

I think I’m going to use my tumblr to post some of the miscellany that I used to post in good old El Jay.

And what of EL JAY? That’s what random fantardation is for, of course.

I used to write and write and write, but depression looks a whole lot like writers block from here.