1 comment on "Blargh. I’ve gotta get outta this place (or at least away from these people)"

Currently there are too many people at my house. It’s driving me up the wall.

When all I want is a moment of peace and quiet, someone is invariably yell-talking about stupid shit. Or I come downstairs to find that someone has splattered grease all over the stove and counter and left the mess for me to clean up.

“Thank you for welcoming me into your home… I fried a bunch of stuff in the pan I left on the counter. And I didn’t rinse off any of my dishes. You’re welcome.”

My stomach has constantly been in knots and I feel like I’ve been locked into a stressful situation that I’m never going to get out of.

Oh, and since the number of dudes has exceeded the capacity for commonsense, there’s been lots of instances of the toilet seat left up and urine splattered everywhere. I’m nearly to the point of posting a mandatory “Sit to pee” policy sheet on the bathroom door. Because I can’t handle the grossness on top of the inability to flush a toilet.

Seriouly, the rim of the toilet is disgusting. I don’t want to see it. And I especially don’t want to see it after someone has left their DNA samples all over it. If this was CSI and you were the bad guy, you’d already be in jail.

Anyways, back to attempting to write while surrounded by loudmouths and degenerates. Sigh.

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0 comments on "Another evening of yard work"

I spent two hours today cutting down blackberries. I feel like I really made a difference, as we can now see the chainlink fence.

The plan is to transplant a bunch of lilac saplings along the fence. They should grow up tall and look very pretty by next spring. *fingers crossed* hopefully.

There’s a ton of other things that still need to be done around the yard, including setting up the greenhouse my brother bought. Honestly, that greenhouse should have already been assembled months ago, but the yard was a bit overrun and my dad insists we can only put it in one, out of the way area.

Though if the greenhouse was smack dab in the sunniest part of the yard, I think we wouldn’t have such an issue with people parking by the side of the yard and mutilating our flowering bushes. I still have no idea what that lady was thinking–seriously, who rolls up on someone’s property and starts hacking away all the flowers to drag home? I don’t know, that seems like stealing to me. At the very least, it’s incredibly rude not to ask first.

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0 comments on "I talked to Dale T. at Hulu support about #Hannibal"

He was very nice and said he would add me to the list of other people making the request.

They might really be considering it.

So please, for the love of all that’s holy, write an email to support@hulu.com Re: Hannibal. The more people that request the show, the more likely that we’ll get another season.

Or you could write to Netflix.

I just want to be able to turn on my TV and watch a new season of Hannibal when I want. I’d be so happy.