silverthorne: (Snowball to the face)
My past has been giving me wedgies lately. It's the only way to describe how I feel about stuff that's been cropping up.

My mom, which I haven't spoken to in years, sends me a Christmas card with money inside.

The ex that sized a ring and an apartment lease on me and then disappeared (only for me to be told by his mom two months later he was marrying a different girl), has tried twice now to get me to talk to him on Facebook.

And the ex? Yes, that ex.

...They just found her dead in her apartment this morning.

And I'm just...I've hit the shock button I think. Because I know there's a lot going on in that head of mine right now, but I'm just...so numb.

My boss sent me home. I've been doing my best to find some sort of info for people to use to get hold of her family...which...yeah, I have none. Can't even locate her old journals or Yahoo accounts. And although I know she was on Facebook...she isn't now. Or at least I can't find her.

I...yeah. That's it, for now, I guess.
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Um, yeah, I'm lazy so I left the TV on a reality show called "Party Mommas".

Obviously rich family. The deal is mom wants to do a 'big' b-day party for her 7 year old son.

...Jesus. All the kid wants is a party at the water park. It should be noted the kid doesn't like soccer.

This woman? Wants a soccer field, a pro team (that she likes) to show up, a band, dancers, blah blah blah. She's running over everyone, not listening, driving people up the wall, etc.

And holy shit, the money she's fucking spending on just herself. $10,000 for a damn dress? (and her husband gamely trying not to blow gasket while she picks up four of the damned dresses) $30,000 at least for the party...then she wants her husband to pick up a damn cake while he's trying to be at work and in business meetings,

Lady, where the hell do you think the money for the damned party is coming from?

Also, all 'me me me, not acceptable, oh I have to do 'everything' *sigh, swoon* you don't understand how important is to me (um...how about your son, who's birthday it is, lady?) ect...O.o.'

Okay, guys? If I get rich and start acting like this? YOU HAVE PERMISSION TO SHOOT ME IN THE HEAD. IN FACT PLEASE DO SO, ASAP SO THAT I DO NOT DO PERMANENT DAMAGE TO SOME POOR SOUL IN THE VICINITY.

Damn, she reminds me of my mom...only with a buttload more money to burn.

Jesus.

It's people like this that make me not want to be rich.

ETA: Everyone did say they had fun after the party was over (even the son, despite begging, again with his mom halfway through the party to go to the waterpark), but still. I'd like to know how much of that is gamely accepting Mom's idea and the fact that she ran over every one to get what she wanted?

I guess my thing is...it's for the kid. It should have been planned for what the kid wanted. That'll stick with him a lot longer than the flash and money spent on something he's not all that interested in.
silverthorne: (Whisky and Piano)

First they invited the New York Philharmonic Orchestra. Now they've invited Eric Clapton.

Is it just me, or does North Korea's sudden friendliness, at least to american musicians, seem..strange?

(And no, not trying to be alarmist, just wondering what the sudden change in attitude is all about. It's possible I've missed something.)

I feel like the RCA dog right about now.

silverthorne: (Oi!)
You. Yeah, you, over there... )

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