I’ve begun to take the Angela Keaton approach to commenting on my site: comments will be approved, unapproved, edited, or deleted at my whim.

This is a paid website, and while I do hysterically laugh at the amount of traffic I receive from idiots, I’m under no obligation to publish racist, sexist, homophobic, or otherwise ridiculous and harassing comments.

Comments that do not fit into this category are, however, welcome and encouraged.

All I’m sayin’ is, I held up my end of the bargain.

Sorry for the vague shit, I’m having one of those days where I want nothing more than to vent, but I don’t really have too many places to do it. It doesn’t matter, the internet can’t help me out with this aggravation.

But in good news: my hair is long enough to braid again. Huzzah for that!

From back when music was music. Ahhh, the mid-90s, how I miss you so!

Long term incumbency leads to politicians who seem to care more about what is best for their career than what is best for their country.
–Rand Paul: US Senate 2010 campaign website

Dude, Daddy Issues are so cliched. Srsly.

I am, like, delighted that Aarti Sequeira won this year’s installation of Next Food Network Star. I still have love for Chef Seth Rogan and all, but Food Network is finally getting some much needed diversity to their white bread channel. Huzzah!

This was inspired by an idiot who claimed to be a Christian, yet directed some pretty anti-Christian terminology towards me. They also kept bleating “leftist” as an insult, clearly ignoring the fact that Jesus – according to the Bible – wasn’t exactly the OG George W. Bush or Wayne Allyn “Spray Tan” Root.

Oh, how I love hypocritical Christians who clearly have never read the Bible.

I knocked this bag out in roughly an hour, and that’s including about a half hour of me fighting with my sewing machine. Tutorial is located here. I think the next sewing project will be some throw pillows for our master bedroom sitting area. Shazzam!

New glasses and (relatively) freshly dyed Fuschia Fatale hair, win!

If you needed a reminder of why Cindy Sheehan is an awesomeschmaltz human being and why Glenn Beck is a douchnozzled asshole, there it is. What the fuck have you done with your life?

Clearly, I’ve been a little reclusive. Getting dental surgery (separate entry about that hot mess will be coming soon) and dealing with baggage and bullshit has all taken precedence. You know how it is.

I’m a little drained and just going through one of those completely unmotivated phases. I’ll think “hey, I ought to blog about that,” but I stop before slapping together a piddly three paragraphs of “LiLo a LOLA? LOLWHUT?” (Though now that I have a title for that blog post, maybe I will write it!)

Yeah. So I’ve been spending my time playing around with Perler fuse beads, rearranging my apartment, and dispensing my wit and humor around the tubes. Oh, and doing a bunch of navel gazing. We can’t forget about the navel gazing.

For a really long time during horrendous breakups, as in breakups from horrible relationships where the aftermath was almost bad enough to wish it never happened, I’d get pretty pissed about friend fallout. It holds true even if it’s a platonic or friend “breakup.” I thought I’d have more to babble about this, but I’m going to leave it in the ever capable hands of “Harriet J.” from fugitivus.net. (And yeah, I know that I now run the risk of her getting her blog trolled. Full disclosure: I generally agree with everything she’s said, specifically on abuse, leaving abusive friend/relationships. If you feel compelled to comment to her, don’t act like a douchebag.)

Anyway. This is important shit. Read it. Emphasis throughout is mine, not hers:

I want to tell the full story of what propelled me to start this blog in the first place.

After I left Flint, I had to deal with friend fallout. Everybody does after a break-up, no matter how good or bad the break-up was. It’s crap no matter what, but there’s this narrative that you can avoid most of the bullshit just by acting with dignity: don’t talk heinous inappropriate shit about your ex, don’t “force” your friends to choose, and just generally move on with grace. That all sounds reasonable enough, if what you had was a reasonable relationship and a reasonable break-up. If what you had was years of abuse and a rape to top it off, doing something reasonable like seeking out crucial emotional support from friends is seen as talking heinous shit, forcing them to choose, and refusing to move on – which also makes it easy for your friends to dismiss you as a vengeful lying bitch, fucking up their ethics. All your rapist has to do is cry a little and say, “I really hope the best for her, she’s a great person,” and suddenly he’s this awesome guy that you, the rape victim, should really shut the fuck up about.

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How I did it was ugly. I used a lot of kinda sort maybe could you I guess the thing is not that I’ saying you would and I don’t really care but what I mean is you know? I had almost no skills in standing up for myself, and didn’t really feel like developing them during an argument about whether or not I was really raped, and if so, whether or not I ought to just shut the fuck up about it already. I was determined to be some dignified picture of you-can’t-tell-I’m-a-rape-victim-because-I’m-so-strong, hoping this would gain me some kind of foothold against Flint.

I mean, I had no interest in playing little power games by trying to steal all our mutual friends away, but Flint did. Fighting back by not fighting sounded like the noble way, but it also sounded and felt a lot like abuse.

More located here. A lot of her posts have resonated with me since I started reading her blog about a month ago, and finding it gave me one of those “ILU INTERTUBES, LET’S NEVER BE APART EVER AGAIN!” moments.