I had a dream there was the big organization set up to kill off families with mental disorders. It was government run but made to look like a food dispensary. If you had a family member afflicted with one of the various disorders they covered you were automatically issued free foods and medical care in their gigantic clinic.
The place was huge.
It was funded partially by 5 brothers who were in charge of running the deal. Anyhow, they find out they have an “afflicted” 6th brother (played by Christopher Walken, courtesy of whoever he’s got a contract with) and they decide to take care of them the way they’ve taken care of so many others.
This is where the fun part starts.
Ok, mind you the man doesn’t speak and doesn’t seem to have even a minor appearance of intelligence. His brothers decide to give him an “important” job. They give him an office and a suit and all this official looking paperwork. It’s nothing but a decoy to keep him busy while they devise a better way of extermination.
Somehow, seeing through this, he kills his 5 other brothers in brutal fashion.
One is ripped into quarters by hanging meat hooks. Another has his head savagely beaten into a bloody pulp. Each killing different but no less bloody. He goes on to kill several of the others in high ranking.
One of the few living higher ups starts finding bodies and gives chase.
Families are waiting for their food and medical “care” while this man chases the last brother throughout the building. Only, the brother wasn’t running. He was waiting, patiently in his office. His paperwork neatly filled out. His suit perfectly clean.
The pimp mother finally got her kids taken away. I’m only counting this as a temporary win. Cops came out Tuesday to take them. They found her oldest (16), the run-away and asked her why she had left. She told them her mothers boyfriend beat her.
They picked her up and took the other two kids.
Turns out the bloody cunt is pregnant.
Anyhow, the cops supposedly tried to piss off her boyfriend trying to get a violent reaction out of him. At least that’s the way she puts it. My mom sides with her for some disgusting reason.
SHE WHORED OUT HER KID. NO FUCKING EXCUSE FOR THAT AT ALL.
The social workers who had been out there knew they had no water, power or food and did nothing. Bring up violence and they do something. That’s pretty shitty but at least something got done, though it most likely will be temporary. I’d hope for a forced abortion or adoption but I doubt it.
Bitch should have to do time and have her fucking uterus removed.
Shannon, I know you’ll never read this because I’m pretty sure you’re illiterate and hey, you have no electricity. I just want you to know you are the biggest human piece of shit I’ve ever met in my entire life. Falling off the face of the earth would be doing your kids a service.
My brothers brother attempted to fix my drums and brakes today. As he went to TOUCH the back passenger side it FELL off. Completely no shit, just fell the fuck off the car with no persuasion required.
NOT terrifying at all.
Only got one side done as we lost daylight by the time he had started. Doing the other side tomorrow, meanwhile, the front brakes are also pretty screwed but can hold on another month. So, fuck xmas, I’m getting brakes… you know, instead of the Zune I wanted. *sigh*
Having I mentioned my sick, sick love for angora fur? Hey, they’re only shaved rabbits so no crazy PETA stuff, k?
I got these socks yesterday, happened to catch my eye being jet black and boot length. I’m either going to have to start investing in their stock or washing clothes every day. I will not go another cold day without these socks. Seriously.
Is it weird that I don’t have a foot fetish?
Anyhow, I’ve been away again. Not intentionally. I can’t seem to focus my thoughts for any great period of time. Probably because of the impending hospital visit and such. FINALLY got caught up on the little things I needed to buy before her arrival. probably spent a good couple hundred just yesterday alone. Rent will be short but fuck it. Don’t care.
My mom finally came upon some money we’ve been working to get her so I’ll be getting my car fixed up hopefully today. Tomorrow we’re going baby clothes shopping and having a “girls day” (bleh). Tuesday I’m getting my hairs did (finally) and hopefully I don’t go into labor in between.
The girl dropped a LOT. She was at negative 2 station last visit but shes moved down since last night. Back spasms like crazy over here. My mom thinks I’ll go into labor any moment now. Would suck as today is my brothers 18th birthday.
While I agree that $70 for 2500 business cards is a little much I do have to remind you that this isn’t vistaprint and you aren’t entitled to free shit. I design your cards for FREE. I do 4 or 5 layouts because you don’t know what you want. You take 4 days to get back to me, pick one, change your mind and take another week to get back to me again. You want 500 temps in 2 hours that require ME to hand cut the damned things. You refuse to pay the $20 we’re asking for the temps. I mean… COME ON!
Calling and emailing me to complain about the price isn’t going to get you anywhere. Yes, vista print has free cards that say “Get Your Free Cards” on the back (very unprofessional for a producer, I might add). I’m aware that your local print shop is offering you 500 cards for $20 (which ends up being more in the long run).
and not one motherfucker knows how to use UPS Worldship.
I’m not going to worry about it. I’ve got 15 days and enough stress to kill a small herd of zebra (zebras herd, right?). In the next half hour (well… between 8am and 5pm. Jerks) they’re coming to inspect my apartment for reasons completely unknown to me. Last I checked this was NOT a HUD building. The apartment is clean, all appliances are in working order, the cats are put in their places (in other words, hidden somewhere else. We’re only supposed to have two as opposed to the four that currently take up my space.) I’m still nervous.
I don’t like people coming through MY home without good cause. There ain’t no fire, now get lost.
Now to go wake everyone else in the house up. No way in hell I’m dealing with these fuckers alone.