Jenmar - Really hot Freddy Krueger.

Ahahaha, Hookman was on TV a half an hour ago and I'm watching it downstairs with Ma and she just said, "They looks so young! This must be the first year, right? They look like babies!"

In news related to that, I was coming down the stairs this morning to head to work and my foot slipped and I heard something in my left knee crunch. The left knee is the bad knee with the torn ACL and I yelled so loud that it even woke up Yussie, who sleeps through the house alarm going off.

So now I'm home from work today and if it still hurts tomorrow we might head to the ER or something to see WTF I did to it.

So. Instead of working on my Big Bang like I really need to be (it is the fic that will not DIE) I accidentally started writing a Swan Song coda in a somewhat experimental style that will either be really neat or completely fucking lame.

Also, I have an 11 hour shift today and Ma forgot and woke me up a half of an hour EARLY.

I've already downed an entire venti Java Chip and not my stomach aches so I can't stomach down the second corn dog that is my breakfast.

Also, I will literally have to give over ever cent that doesn't have to stay in my account for my payday loan tomorrow (a hundred and forty fucking dollars, Obama, I am not impressed, it was only $70 every two weeks when I didn't have to go online). I have paid more in interest than I even fucking borrowed, and I will never see any of that money back because Ma and CJ are just stubborn and annoying.

Me and Yussie now routinely bond over how they keep telling us that if we don't like it there we can leave, they don't need our help, and how they are clearly so very wrong about that because they need every last penny we have from our checks every week and still can't pay all the bills off.

...That turned ranty. I swear, it was just gonna be a little bitching about Coda instead of Big Bang.

Why isn't "helpless" a mood on LJ?

There's a whole lot about my life I kind of don't like right now.

So, that twenty hours of OT I worked last week? That twenty-five sales I fought tooth and nail for and that stupid fucking bonus I missed because I got sent home early for being on OT? That $1,000 paycheck after taxes that I'm getting on Friday?

Yeah, every penny of it except for $100 for food for the next two weeks—$50 less than usual—is going to Ma and CJ on Thursday.

Also, every last one of the $33 I have this moment is going to be given to them as soon as I get home too.

All this and I still get yelled at and treated like I'm nine.

Mom picked me up from work today, brought me my EW magazine, I tell her about the four-page spread we have and how I wanna read but it's spoiler.

I go into the place to put money down on my brace and leave her in the car with my EW.

I come out and she says, AND I QUOTE, "THEY MENTIONED YOU GUYS IN HERE, THEY CALLED YOU WINCESTERS."

And then I FLAILED and said I totally wasn't one, but I knew some. I'm fairly sure, judging from the pretty gay Monaboyd and Orlijah pics still stuck on her wall that I never got around to taking down, and this art by joosetta taped to my wall next to all the other J2 pics and SPN posters, that she knows I was lying though by teeth.

This isn't a BAD thing, per se. Like I've said before, it's not that Mom will freak out, it's that she's going to make fun of me forever now. Ma and CJ kinda love embarrassing me.

( Spoilers for Supernatural 0418 - The Monster At The End Of The Book: )

Yeah, my family rocks. Also, I share a room with Yussie, and he's used my laptop before, I'm 99.999999999% sure he already knows I write/read Wincest. But he doesn't talk about it the same way I don't talk about the porn I find on accident every time I try to save a picture while on his computer.

Ma forgot I had the day off so she came in at six-fifteen to try and wake me up. Poor Mommy, she was all rushed and zoomed through her shower because she thought we were gonna be late. *Pets her*

And then I woke up at 9:30 to discover why my back has been so icky to me the last few days and why I have been wanting to watch Extreme Home Makeover more. :(

And because everyone else is doing it...

One little compliment can make you feel great. So give me a compliment, anything in the entire world, even that my shoelaces are pretty. Put this in your journal. Once you get some comments, put that entry in a memory or tag and when you are feeling down, just go to that entry and this will remind you how great you are.

Comments are going to be screened so none of you will know if I'm uber-popular, who gets over 100 comments on this, or who's a total loser and doesn't get any.

Watch me suddenly change my spn_j2_xmas fic.

John Tucker Must Die is SUCH a bad film. But Sophia is in it, and she calls Jenny McCarthy hot and kisses whoever it is that the main chick is.

I HAVE A NEW LAYOUT! IT IS PINK AND HAS SPARKLEY LINKS LIKE j2_everafter! Okay, yes, so there's a lot of pink and it's kinda tacky and Pepto Bismaly but JARED APPROVES OF IT AND I DON'T CARE. Also, it has little SamandDeans for people and Metallicars for comms and Bobby for News and Meg for feeds and those were all done by bittersweet_art here.

ZMOG I JUST FIGURED OUT WHAT MY spn_j2_xmas IS! HMOG IT WILL BE AMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAZING!

I found out at work that I don't get paid until Friday. The day AFTER Christmas. Not that it matters, though, because CJ's trans blew out on the truck so I'm gonna help with that and get Ma her second pair of glasses (I told her to get the comfy plastic ones and not the ones with the nosepieces) so aside from my $150 for food at work till the ninth. Which I don't mind, cause I volunteered it. But I'm kinda annoyed because I did EIGHTEEN HOURS OF OT and the almost three hundred dollars from that is, like. SO not mine.

Sigh. Anyway. Yes. Off I go again to plot J2, my X-Mas fic, and finish this MPreg CLex fic. CLex as in Clark/Lex. Not me.

LOOKIT MAH NEW CHAPSTICK! LOOKIT!

IT'S A WEE LITTLE BOTTLE OF MOUNTAIN DEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW!

Anyway. I got my check today, $802 after taxes. Yay nine hours of OT and eighty bucks in comission!

Then I gave Ma $150 for rent, and put aside $150 for food for the next two weeks at work.

Then I gave Ma $20 I borrowed from her during the week.

Then I went to Wells Fargo and got a bank account, and put $100 in that.

Then we went and got Ma glasses and I spent the remaining $380 and she STILL had to chip in about thirty bucks. No insurance SUCKS.

And then Yussie texted me and asked if he could borrow forty, so I slipped him $50 of my food money when we got home.

Also, up there in there I got this cool red plaid skirt (I like it; it's THAT cool) at Torrid, and two things up chapstick— the Mountain Dew one and a Gushers one I gave to Ma cause I didn't like the taste.

I have work tomorrow from 9-5, and it isn't even OT. But next week I have Saturday off so I can totes go in and get eight hours of OT right there at $15 an hour.

I HAVE 78 OPEN ICON SPACES.

I am in various stages of writing; a J2 fic that is 13,422 words in with NO kissing anywhere in sight, FTM!Dean (not V sad, oddly enough), MTF!Dean (SO DEPRESSING, HMOG), and my X-Mas fic (which is going to be SO AWESOME).

In the order I was told about these:

1) CJ just pre-ordered me TDK;
2) For Thanksgiving (day of) we're gonna go down to a soup kitchen and serve food, and;
3) For Christmas instead of buying each other stuff we're gonna adopt a family. The full works, get them food, clothes, get the kids toys, everything. And we're also gonna do the Christmas Angel thing this year, too.

She's doing good now. She called on her way home with CJ at about right-thirty (when I woke up this last time).

They did an EKG and a CAT scan and a full workup. No clots or aneurysms, no cancers anywhere, her heart is fine, her kindeys are fine, etc, etc. They gave her this medicine they say she's gonna have to stay on now to help keep her blood pressure from spiking anymore.

I gotta admit, I'm really shocked that her lungs are fine because she's been smoking somewhere around a pack every two days fro the last thirty-seven years.

*Breaths a fucking gigantic sigh of relief*