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okay we returned home and got brutally mauled by weasels and jumped on by an excitable dog.

SO

we were spending up to 2 weeks (fortunately not that long) in some dumpy, pessimistic retirement town with a crazy person and a semi-deaf person who has almost given up on life.

i won't get into the details, but imagine a really, really crazy piece of work - now with short term memory loss, oh boy!! but i'm thinking she's faking it to an extent. no one fucking asks the same goddamn question 16 times in a row under 10 minutes. this happened more than once. not kidding.

also, with that tv and their tv habits (which they are angrily defensive of), you'd hate to have them as neighbors. god i hate that fucking tv. i want to shoot it. die tv. i had a REALLY hard time sleeping for the first few nights until my bro kindly traded places with me. oh god it got even worse when a friend of theirs would show up. but i won't get into that.

now that i've survived it, i'm super bitter in retrospect haha.

so, this is my paternal grandma we're talking about here. my dad and two of his uncles DELIBERATELY became the shittiest kinds of alcoholics, because they wanted to be big boys and nothing says big boy like being a hopeless drunk. i know, i asked around. but my grandma has a little honesty problem. plus being crazy automatically invalidates her opinions.

what kind of shitty alcoholic? binge drinking on beer and shitty, horrendous sewage disguised as "cooking wine". like, to blackout levels. repeatedly. as much as possible. shitty beer and cooking wine.

as for me, well, i'm just going to not drink at all for the next few days. just going to take care of pressing issues.

so, my grandma here REALLY hates alcohol, but she's always been a smug, smarmy, holier-than-thou self-proclaimed martyr bitch with a hate-on for alcohol and nicotine. granted, i can see why she's bitter. i hate certain inanimate objects actually, and am bitter about some things like that. and don't get me wrong, i really do love her - if only because i'm obligated to. but she really has gotten better in the last few times i've seen her, but i try to minimize visits to her.

she'd often ask shit like "do your OTHER grandparents pay for this and that??? /i don't think so/ let me go on and on about what a victim i am" and occasionally "do you and hm yeah drink??" and "do you drink?? do you smoke??" - usually to my brother because i'd be playing dead while honestly trying to get some goddamn SLEEP and he'd go "nuhh" and "nyeuh" in response to the alcohol questions. side note, i've talked him out of pursuing even pipe tobacco and i'm certainly not going down the nicotine path. pot, maybe. but nicotine, hell no. /tan

so, i didn't pay too much attention to my own drinking levels, but vodka's my go-to drink and i also go for jager spice, peppermint shnapps, and fireball, while my bro enjoys gin, whiskey, jager, and very much fireball.

i knew several times i'd have to cut down because not only do i have an obsessive/compulsive personality, but i'm a HUGE procrastinator and drinking only makes it worse. but then i become very likely to pay for websites and shit. so i did. and then the trip to visit crazy came up, and i knew i had to do something to survive.

so i got these 16oz bottles of orange juice and already you can tell where this is headed. got 750ml bottles of vodka often (i'll tell you how much in a bit) and poured it into two 16oz juice bottles. then i discreetly guarded my backpack, and crazy has this game where she tries to get near my backpack and i nonchalantly keep it away from her. i won! (she's proven herself to be untrustworthy and a huge liar about this sort of thing)

so as i've been on the forum for a few months, i was drunk 24/7. by this time i was so used to being drunk (and even shitfaced) that i could feign sobriety well enough - and this woman is REALLY, /REALLY/ fucking stupid, and her husband - he probably doesn't give a shit about anything anymore. so i'd get going off on hikes in the morning before crazy could catch me, while my bro stayed at the home base, playing on his laptop.

i posted from my grandparent's computer and ctrl+shift+del'd.

and i guess i got carried away with the boozing because one day i had over 75% of those quarts of vodka. prior to this i could easily drink a pint if i wasn't being strict on myself. this was the day i knew i was taking things too far. for one thing, washington liter tax.

my bro wasn't usually with me, but apparently he had more of his own booze than i thought, and he'd take a sip and blush, and crazy would go "ARE YOU ALRIGHT ARE YOU ALL RIGHT??" or something (i wasn't there)

i probably don't blush so much anymore. and i don't get hangovers anymore either.

because i had usually been drunk 24/7 for a while, my bro knew that i had been drinking, because i'm me, and it got pretty funny when several times my grandparents would pick up my drunk ass. i became very tolerant of her stupid, stupid bullshit - even passive at times. but i generally try to avoid making scenes.

one night we thought it'd be extra funny if i got just plain shitfaced before dinner. so i went into happy, chatty drunk mode. later on, crazy said "i'm so glad hm yeah opened up a bit and had a nice chat with us!!" my bro thought that was hilarious.

one night i got wasted (really bad habit - don't drink at night. just don't. bad idea) and blacked out. this is partially why i had a hard time sleeping - my sleep was very low quality partially due to this bad habit. plus it's a waste of precious drunkenness.

sometimes my vodka bottles would be right out in the open. once my grandpa caught me in the store carrying a quart of vodka, but he thought nothing of it. i guess he forgot what it looks like. i guess he forgot how to spot drunks, too.

at the end of it all, we (by which i mean mostly i) had consumed 2.5 gallons of vodka in just 11 days.

i lost count of all the times she'd spontaneously say "i'm so glad you kids don't drink!!"

i could be vomiting and passing out and she wouldn't suspect a thing. not exaggerating.

so now i'm going to just not drink for a while.
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I spent all day yesterday at my state's GOP winter dinner. I got to build my network a bit and hear Rand Paul and a few others speak. I also got to drink with elected officials afterwards, which is always fun.
 
Old lady across the street is trying to steal my cat, Molly. The cat has been going across the street to her house because she feeds her nothing but her favourite food in the world, which I've always given her very sparingly because it's bad for her teeth (a few weeks after Molly had been going over there her breath got noticeably worse, a problem the old lady blamed on me. >:T). The house I'm living at has a cat door and another cat living here, so it can't be closed. So Molly keeps running off there and now the old lady thinks she's entitled to keep the cat. The first few times I tried to get her back I got a sob story about how she was sooo siiick and that Molly was the PERFECT cat and no other could replace her (even though the old lady has TWO CATS ALREADY but nooo Molly is the beeest) So for a while I dropped it because there was nothing I could do to stop Molly from going over there. But we're moving soon and both me and my husband want the damn cat back, so I went over today to let her know that we're moving in a week and we're taking the cat with us.

So I got treated to a lecture about how our cat won't be very happy living with us and how no one will love the cat as much as that old bitch. That she's been "taking care of her" for half a year and that her daughter is going to be sooo upseeeet with us taking the cat away. And "oh you should give me your number because if she gets out again she's coming straight to my house."

So thank you, old lady. For ruining any sympathy I had for you and assuring me I'm making the right decision by taking my cat back. Your other cats are obese anyway and I don't want the same thing happening to Molly.
 
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@100 Whole Bepis, I was just telling Mr. Multiples about how my friend's dog got snatched in LA and went missing for a few days before she altered the missing posters to say "needs medicine." She got him back no questions asked. There's a special place in hell for people who steal other people's pets (provided they're not neglected or abused, that is) on the basis of "what a pretty animal," "I've always wanted one like that," or "I'm the better owner."

I wish you the best for you and Molly.

(consequently there's also a very special place in hell for people who say shit like "oh come on, it was just an animal" when pets die. my mom sent me a pretty sad article about a New Jersey Police dog being put down and the final respects paid to him.)
 
Its been a shock to me how lively things have been.

I already mentioned how I got into a after-hours jam with the songwriters last Monday, well the whole week was just awesome. Friday night, I got off real early, went home for some *yawn* and went right back out to the Edge to hear the concert for the night. Man, does it feel good to have a bunch of tourists and spectators on the island.

Sunday was the last day, and since I had the day-shift off I checked out the last concert. Guess it really is the beginning of the time of year when I go out the house more.
 
Been coughing this morning just like the last few days. Hopefully I'm recovering better from it since I have deal with coughing out phlegm and mucus. Also have to prepare for a Religious Studies exam. It's open note so all I recorded should help, especially what's been written on study guides.
 
i'm not actually an alcoholic, but i can really see that down the road.

better lay off.

i said as i keep pouring fireball into my shitty coffee and mixing screwdrivers

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100 Whole Bepis said:
Old lady across the street is trying to steal my cat, Molly. The cat has been going across the street to her house because she feeds her nothing but her favourite food in the world, which I've always given her very sparingly because it's bad for her teeth (a few weeks after Molly had been going over there her breath got noticeably worse, a problem the old lady blamed on me. >:T). The house I'm living at has a cat door and another cat living here, so it can't be closed. So Molly keeps running off there and now the old lady thinks she's entitled to keep the cat. The first few times I tried to get her back I got a sob story about how she was sooo siiick and that Molly was the PERFECT cat and no other could replace her (even though the old lady has TWO CATS ALREADY but nooo Molly is the beeest) So for a while I dropped it because there was nothing I could do to stop Molly from going over there. But we're moving soon and both me and my husband want the damn cat back, so I went over today to let her know that we're moving in a week and we're taking the cat with us.

So I got treated to a lecture about how our cat won't be very happy living with us and how no one will love the cat as much as that old bitch. That she's been "taking care of her" for half a year and that her daughter is going to be sooo upseeeet with us taking the cat away. And "oh you should give me your number because if she gets out again she's coming straight to my house."

So thank you, old lady. For ruining any sympathy I had for you and assuring me I'm making the right decision by taking my cat back. Your other cats are obese anyway and I don't want the same thing happening to Molly.
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Happy to report that this ended well. We were able to get Molly back and the old lady seemed more reasonable this time around (though maybe only because I didn't go alone this time). She even offered to let us borrow a cat carrier if we didn't have one. So all's well that ends well, I guess. Molly is back here sleeping happily and we'll be ready to cart her off to the new apartment.
 
I've thinking about taking a few months or even more off form the forums now that Deagle Nation is over with being "real". These past few months I've been getting a lot of anxiety form the forums and being a person with an anxiety disorder, I really don't think this was good environment for me to be in the first place. I always end up worry about what I post and the reaction I will get from it to the point and I finding myself constantly checking the forums for new alerts. So I think it's best I leave the forums for a while because I'm just not finding the fun anymore, but also IRL stuff has been hitting me pretty hard of late. I don't know whether making this post was really necessary, but I feel getting this out will help bring a the closure to help give peace to my mind.
 
Today was a weird day. Besides all the Jace feels, when I went to the pub to get a bottle of brandy, the barmaid actually gave me her number. Talk about unexpected. It was completely out of the blue. I must have talked to her a total of twice.

Also, pretty disappointed. I was inspired by someone to actually record something instead of just talking about it, and was all set to start a youtube channel. I found my old handycam, but it's sans Memory Stick.

So now I have to wait for that to arrive. It's annoying when things get in the way of inspiration.
 
I think a local classic rock station might be legally required to play "Fool In The Rain" by Led Zeppelin at least 3 times a day or something. Jesus Christ I've heard it so much.
 
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