September 03, 2004

Home again home again jiggidy jig.

Sis and I went and paid the bill that I needed to pay and then went where she needed to go and then she bought me another air conditioner to replace the one in the boys room that is broken. (Fan motor died)
Yay!
Landlord said he'd come hook it up sometime next week.

I'm still not in a good place. I really can't even begin to tell you how much rage I have and the only people who know what I am like in person and have seen me this mad, could tell you that this is not good.
Hurricane Kat is exactly what happens.
Calm down Kat, feel better Kat. I'd love too, I really would but it is simply unfathomable to me why you can say one thing to a persons face but say something completely untrue and incredibly fucking mean behind their back and still call that person friend to their face.
Maybe I'm just a different kind of person.
I just tell the truth. I have never been a good liar and I have never seen the need to lie and back-stab and be mean and petty and all that shit but ya know what? If that's how people want to play that game, I will play so hard and so well and I will win and they will be the sorriest mother fucker on the planet when I am done.
See? Kat still in a rage. It would be pretty cool if when I got in a rage like this, I actually turned a color like the hulk so people would know to run for the hills.
Maybe invent like mood clothing like mood rings.
A t-shirt that would change color when mad or happy or in a violent homicidal rage so the the offending person would know to get the fuck out of the way or make it all better ASAP.
There ya go happy little inventors. Get cracking on that.