Yesterday, I wandered downstairs in my bathrobe for my morning tea. My mother was in the kitchen.

"You know, Chris," she said. "I gotta say that I'm pretty upset you're moving out."

I froze, mug in hand. The water still sputtered into the sink, but I couldn't find the words. I just blinked at her in awe.

"It's the season, you know? And financially, I'm sure it'll be much better for you just to stay here," she went on.

"Mom. You kicked me out," I said.

"I was just mad," she said, as if she were excusing herself.

"Your exact words were 'you have 30 days to move out of my house.'" I replied. "I'm sorry if I took you literally."

"Well, you threatened to break your sister's nose."

"After she'd stolen from me several times. After I bought a lock, which you neglected to install, since you didn't want me to install it. After you called me a drama queen and told me I have nothing worth taking. And, I might add, I threatened to break her nose if she stole from me again."

"I didn't mean it," she said again. "I was just angry."

"Sorry. I don't do idle threats," I said, and resumed making my tea. "When you said 'move out,' guess what? I prepared to move out. I've got a new place, a new job. Everything's already settled. It's too late."

She walked out.

Gee, I guess she will miss that rent check.
She ought to have thought of that while she was laughing at me instead of dealing with her real problem. I know you're supposed to love your family, but nowhere is it written that you have to live with them. I'm ready to stop concealing myself for their benefit.

I have various etceteras to natter on about later in the day-- I saw a bunch of movies this weekend and did round one of Christmas shopping. Meanwhile, I haven't really been online as of late, and with LJ sucking about delivering comments, if you've asked me something in the last week and I haven't replied, please shoot me an email.

Like I said, this weekend was all about movies, hanging out with the newly-returned Rackle Factor (_titania_), and Christmas shopping.

( Rent.Collapse )

( Pride and Prejudice.Collapse )

( Kingdom of Heaven.Collapse )

Allow me to say, though, that I was absolutely disgusted with Rent's audience. A significant chunk walked out after the Tom/Angel kiss. A bigger portion went, "ewww!" Rac and Heather heckled those ignorant wimps, good for them. Also, people need to learn how to turn off their fucking cell phones while they're at the theater. Don't like the movie? Fine. Leave. Don't check for text messages every five seconds, because your stupid little blue LCD screen is distracting as hell. Asshat.

I got to buy Christmas prezzies! I got a few for the people playing along with LJ Secret Santa, my brothers, a couple girlfriends. I'm kind of giddy, actually, since I found the perfect gift for a few of the naughty chicks on my list. I've mostly go everybody else figured out, too-- I've never gotten the Christmas Shopping Stress Headache, because I *love* to buy presents. I actually look forward to it. The gift giving, I mean, not the aching wallet. Or the aching hands, since I'm going to be doing a lot of custom-writing this year.

Lunch break is over. Back to work. Borga Borga Swedish Chef lady called in to complain that no one had contacted her about her claim. Good thing I keep good records, eh?

Today's Lesson in Fandom::

Typing. Like. This. In. Every. Single. Argumentative. Livejournal. Comment. Does. Not. Make. You. Sound. Badass. Or. Full. Of. Conviction.

It makes you look like an irritating ass.

Oh! And lest I forget, happy birthday to thebratqueen, purveyor of my favorite well-written smut fanfiction. Long live the queen.