Writing some stuff

Let’s see…the first pair of pants I was working on for myself didn’t line up quite right. But I made a new pair, that worked, and a shorter pair too.  I just need elastic to finish them off, as well as Harley’s for his costume.
I got the lace sewn onto the red and black corset top.

Peter is actually making squeaking noises…Hmmm….silly rat.

I have to go to bed earlier tonight, as Mum wants me to have the kids somewhere by ten in the morning tomarrow. *falls over*  They’ll get fingerprinted, and then get to go on pony rides, and in one of those bouncy things, and there will be a petting zoo.

Blah…my one contact is all messed up. *pokes at it*

Today was cooler…so I didn’t melt…that was good. Made Enchiladas….Actually made them mostly last night…Just popped them in the oven today to finish cooking them.

Mum went to oldies night at the beer tent at the Polish fest. Came home rather early…before the place closed for the night even.
Sonja was off with the Pet, having dinner, and him proving to people that he does things with the kids…I guess. *shrugs* They went out to Travis’s is all I know. Other than she built a snake out of spare parts, and a bird out of spare parts and a beer bottle…

I took a swig of rum from the bottle…as I was wondering if I could drink it straight. It bit back a little…but it is doable, and I’m sure after a few more swigs, I wouldn’t mind the inital eep it causes.
This led me to my internal thoughts bitching about somethings.  Like how Mum can make cracks about drinking something when stressed about something, or when something isn’t going right, or if the pet’s done something to piss her off. Yet, if I even think about joking about it, I get ‘I don’t think so’ and dirty looks.  WTF?!  I’m not a kid, I’m not a teen…I’m not underage. I’m fucking 31! I’ve been able to drink legally for a bloody decade! Yet I’m not aloud to even say anything about it jokingly? And why…because I drank probably near half a bottle that one night…and even then, I wasn’t drunk drunk…I was happy go stupid possibly. But at least I’ve never drank so much that I can’t fucking remeber what I’ve done….And I don’t bloody well plan on it.
Why is it fucking wrong if I want to relax a bit on occasion?  I mean I’ve got a good reason for it I think…and yet, noooooooo…I’m made to feel guilty and what not for even thinking of doing something stupid. Yet everyone else is free to do just that.

Pet gave me a whole $20 twords bills this week. *rolls eyes*  I suppose it’s at least something though.

Gods…i just want a friggen body to borrow for the evening…
I wish…I could go live Raven’s life…
I want…to feel alive…Feel like I have a life (outside this…well, guess I can’t call it a box anymore, as it doesn’t much remesmble a box…Electronic notebook? *shrugs*).

I want to feel loved, even if it’s a false love, a fleeting love, a mometairy love… a physical love.

Blah…well, I’m getting tired…I was awoken before 9 this morning (my usual time is somewhere around 9:30-10…and Harley was even still sleeping this morning, all cuddly…it’s not fair!) Now that I think about it…I had a dream going until the bloody phone rang. *sigh*

Yeah…okay…Off to sleepyvilles I suppose.