Ally

What do I think? I think I'm tired. I think I'm sick and tired of wearing bells on my toes and making like everything is going to be okay.

 

I think it's pathetic that lately I'm too scared and sad to tell people the truth, so I just tell say what they want to hear instead.

 

Most of all, I think the term happy hour should be banned from the English language. There's nothing happy about this hour or any other.

 

What I know is that I started drinking the moment I found out a girl I loved was gonna die. And every time I get to the bottom of a glass I hope that that last drop will take me the distance.

 

A simple plan, I failed utterly, which is why I'm going to heave my tutus off this stool, put the bells on, and with a smile and a quip, go back into the belly of a very ugly beast and pretend that I can help.

 

Cause that's what the green guy does.

So, the Nostalgia Critic did a list of the top 11 Villian Songs here (http://thatguywiththeglasses.com/videolinks/thatguywiththeglasses/nostalgia-critic/17640-top-11-villian-songs) they're amazing. So I wanted to put the links to all the songs here, cause I love them all.  This is really mostly so I have all these links in one place but also if anyone else wanted to see it. :D

Also, the song they used between them is awesome too :D http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p9WkMtLzmsw  Death Death Death Death Death Devil Devil Evil Evil song :D

( Cut for Epicness )

So the people I was raised around and I are very different. I fit into the LJ group bi-poly-kinky-Pagan-gamer-geek (even though my relationship is not poly, but I am inclined toward that anyway) and they are right wing Catholics who were all in heterosexual marriages by the time they were 25 and think divorce is evil, all finished college, and like popular television and old music. I have a picture of them at thanksgiving one year where they are all (with no planning) wearing solid color sweaters at a perfectly set table. It scares me how 'normal' they are.

Now they know I am not like them maybe not to what extent, but I am generally a very cool, accepting person. I don't mind getting their annoying chain emails about praying and America being "one nation under GOD" (God is always in all caps in these emails), and I grit my teeth and put up with it when they buy bible stories for my daughter (they know I'm not Catholic, even though I was confirmed because my mom threatened to kick me out if I didn't). But then yesterday I got an email from my grandfather. Let's take a look at this email, shall we?

( My grandfather's email )


This is the stamp it was talking about : http://s324.photobucket.com/albums/k321/thesuperpet/?action=view&current=8885833.jpg
So, needless to say, I was... some emotion I can't put a finger on. I honestly don't know enough about Islam to know what holiday it's talking about. I like religion, I like to learn about it, but I get screamed at for looking up things about Islam when I'm at home because my husband doesn't approve, thinks it will get us on an FBI watch list. *eyeroll* Anyway. I was peeved My own grandfather sending me things like that, messages of hate. So I emailed him back.

( My Email )

And all I got from that was an email that was sent to me and my cousin Rene (the srs black sheep of the family. See, he's gay. That's just... a total disgrace. He spends his days going to gay meetings plotting to destroy heterosexual marriage. And all he does all day is play video games, when hes not at his full time job. Evil video games. They make you violent you know.)  The email I got back read "Sorry,  I did mean to send it to you.  I only look at it like non christians not buying a Christmas stamp."

I just don't even know where to go with that one.

*headdeskheaddeskheaddesk*