'Sup. This is the EOTM blog. We have a lot to catch up on I'd imagine. Mind if I ramble? Well I'm going to do it anyway.

Crazy lady

Well, I feel like an ass regarding her. I stopped 'working' for her. Let me explain why, yeah? First off, she thinks she knows me when she really doesn't. I mean really, no one is in my head like she thought she was...accept my aunt but that's different. Basically, the crazy lady put herself up on a pedestal that she had no right to. She tried to call me her daughter. Yeah...I have two moms so....uh, no. Then she tried to call herself my 'spiritual mother'. Like ok, wtf is that? In any case, it upset me. There are few people in this world that I call Momma *insert name here* and those people earned it. Crazy lady didn't earn squat. Moving on...I wasn't getting paid enough. $25 dollars a week, three days a week for two hours isn't enough for sh!t. And I was cleaning her house. Add onto the fact that I live far from her...she was basically paying me to see her and nothing more. Forget the CLEANING I did. Yeah, ok, 25 is better than nothing but after all that crap and then have to endure her mood swings where she was all possessive...I don't think you understand. Quotes (thoughts in my head are in red):

*cleaning the office*
CL: you're just too good.
me: *tries not to pay attention*
CL; You know you're good. I want you all to myself
me: :|

CL: you know you have a bedroom you could stay in back there.
Me: *in my head* I will never be that intoxicated to ever consider this place a safe haven

CL: you're late
me: I had to take my gramma home because we went to the hospital to see my grandpa
CL: he's in the hospital
me: no sh!t. Yeah...
CL: well next time I'll go up there with you...and tell him that you're mine
Me: :|

CL; you had something you needed to do?
me: yeah
CL: what?
Me: that is none of your f*ckin business. I'm going to help my friend's aunt move
CL: why
Me: because her daughter is my goddaughter
CL: why?
Me: *leaves*

CL: were you going to cook for me?
Me: Yeah
*twenty minutes later*
CL: I need you to cook for me tomorrow because I'm going to a funeral and we have to bring a dish
Me: no
CL: *swells up* What?! You're not going to cook!!! You just said you were
Me: I said I'd cook for you and your husband, not a bunch of people I don't know
CL: *mad face*
Me: *doesn't care* *walks to kitchen*
CL: *follows in my face**trips on fan*
Me: *catches CL* You ok?
CL: *points* You...you
Me: Uh, no you did that to yourself.

Cherry on top: You know that thing you do to baby's tummy's and they giggle like crazy. Yeah, she did that to my neck when I hugged her, then again when I hugged her to leave, then again the next day. Uh...no. Haven't spoken to her since. I needed an adult. LOL I texted Jenne when she did it the second time and Jenne, bless her, was like 'tell her I said stop'. :lol:

Uncle

I think I hate the man. No, seriously. Its not even the pissy smell anymore. He tries to psychoanalyze me. It's **** irritating. Some of you know about the video game incident where he stepped in front of the TV while I was 'in the zone'. Yeah...he pulled that 'I thought we were friends' sh!t again. Sometimes I wanna yell 'STOP TALKING TO ME OLD MAN. I HATE THE AIR YOU BREATHE'. And please, someone, tell me wtf happened in 1975 that was just so damn amazing that he KEEPS BRINGING IT UP. In every damn conversation we have 'I could take you back to 1975'. I could care less but then I'd be dead. He thinks I know nothing about everything. I recently told him that I was going to get him hooked on the Justice League ya know. I'm just trying to let him in my world, something he so desperately wants. He responds with 'well you know I was a Marvel (comics) fan and' blah blah blah. I mean if you don't wanna watch it, don't f*ckin watch it. But don't give me the history on Spiderman just because you think its relevant...because its sooooooooo not. The man is stuck in his past and its so sad.

Plus he's sensitive. Like, b!tch sensitive. Ok, for the females here, image you on your period. You want some **** chocolate. You have no way of getting any and you have a hissy fit about it. He's like that. All. The. Time. After some drama that went down in the family, my brother called me. It was early morning so I'm asleep. Apparently my brother said something like 'hey, where's Leilani'. My uncle got offended. 'He didn't even speak to me' blah blah blah !thc b!tch b!tch At least he said 'hey'. Assh*le runs with my siblings I swear. My brother is a big enough ass to just be like 'Where's Leilani?' Serious, bro was being nice. So an hour after I get off the phone with my brother, my uncle calls him like 'I didn't appreciate the way you talked to me and I'm a cry baby who cries about dumb sh!t because I have nothing else to do so everyone should pity me.'...ok he didn't say all that but that's basically the point. I don't like whiners...unless they amuse me...but if they do it too often I want to kill them. And I want to kill him. Anyone have any advice for not getting caught.

LANI FACTS OMG

Yeah, this blog is backwards.
1. My feet are nice on top, but not so nice on the bottom
2. I have a focus problem
3. I miss my best friend and little sister
4. Stupid people don't think they're stupid until they have a conversation with me
5. I haven't stolen a quiz in awhile...think there's something wrong with me?
6. I don't remember the last time I was truly happy
7. Heat makes me irritable
8. I've seen porn...and it makes me sad and want to vomit
9. I have waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay too many guy friends
10. I find that I'm not as interesting as others may think

Lanisms

-Older siblings, take care of your younger siblings. One day you'll be the only one they can turn to.

-I seriously need to change my phone number. The crazy lady keeps calling me

-Wisdom is practicing something you already know to be true

-Am I the only one that laughed at the beginning of Miami's episode We Don't Get Fueled Again?

-Delicate by Damien Rice is the sh!t. Why? Because I can apply it to two of my OTPs. Yes.

-Making people nervous is one of the greatest joys in life.

-I've given up on trying to make people understand me

-A question for Calleigh, who died? The black makes me worry about her

-Why can't we be friends? Because I don't like you. That is why.

Just Something a Bit Random
The power went out in my neighborhood about a week ago, possibly more. Loki was at my house so we went out into the darkness. Because that's what it was, darkness. The whole block was pitch black. The stars were lovely by the way. We hopped in Alice, his truck (twenty points for the person who tells me why its named that) and drove around. Quotes anyone?

Loki: what if this is the end of the world?
Me: hell no. If I see a zombie we're strapping up
Loki: can you imagine us in a world like that
Me: if we weren't the reason for the end of the world in the first place?
Loki: :lol: yeah
Me: Dude. K We'd be raw
Loki: yes we would be.

Me: Dude, roll your window up.
Loki: Why?
Me: because if this is some post apocalyptic world, I'm gonna need you to roll up your window

*back home*
Mom: you guys are crazy. Going in that
Me: that's what we do. If we stayed here we'd be normal

Recent news
IT'S MY DADDY'S BIRTHDAY!

Song of the Month: Overcome by Tricky. It amuses me that no one will bother to listen to it. Seeing as how just about every EOTM blog title is a lyric from the song of said month. Notice how there isn't one this blog, because I didn't tell you last months song.

I've been working on a lot of icons lately. Some random, some from shows and such. Anyway, I'll be doing a kickass icons post, hopefully soon. It'll be posted on LJ so I'll get you guys the link to that when I'm done. And Kris, fics have been updated while you were 'out of commission'. Have fun with that.

Happy hunting. ;)