the most? Is when you have those friends that treat you like a moron when you're clearly not. And it only seems to have intensified since this pregnancy. Like, "Oh, Erica, CLEARLY since I'VE not HAD a child, I CLEARLY know what's going on with your body." It's annoying. So, I have this friend and for some reason she feels the need to undermine my intelligence. Like I'm too stupid to know, comprehend and understand the things thatI'm reading or studying. And, it's not just pregnancy. It's like this: I'm writing numerous things at once and one of them involves witchcraft, only it's strange and weird and involves me researching witchcaft from ancient days, around the time of Solomon in the Bible.

So, she gets on my PC and says," Tsk, tsk, Erica, what are you studying?" in this annoying tone of voice that just drips with disdain, as if I'm a total nincompoop and don't understand what the hell it is exactly that I pulled up on the screen. So, I ask her: "What the hell are you talking about?" She glances at me/my-hostile-expression and then backat my screen and says in a voice much cowed, "Nevermind *lulz*."

THEN, when it comes to this pregnancy, me and Shawn are talking about what's been up with my body for the first trimester and what's up with it for the second, and also this nefarious pregnancy line that I'm supposed to get (the linea negra). We were looking at pictures of a photographer friend of his and I was bemoaning the fact that I hadn't gotten mine yet as it usually appears around the second trimester (my own personal research and the information my effin' DOCTOR provided for me to read) and she suddenly butts into the the conversation saying, "No, no, you're not supposed to get that until your third." So, I shake my head and tell her, "No, you get it during your second." And she proceeds to give me ths look like clearly I'M mistaken and therefore in my ignorance I am CLEARLY an idiot because her word is effin' LAW.

"No, Erica, it's in your third. Trust me, I know this."

"Yes, but my DOCTOR told me that it appears in your second most typically."

And proceeded to give me the "I-am-the-goddess-of-all-knowledge-and-therefore-you-MUST-listen-and-obey" look. WTF? So, I let the conversation drop because...whatever, she's one of my good friends and those are hard to come by...who gives a shit? But it just irks me. She did a whole lot of other shit that pissed me off for the last few days, but that was the crux that just made me realizes: Okay, chica, you've overstayed your welcome immensely.

Reason: her car had been hi-jacked by the police, and me being the incredibly nice friend that I am, dragged my aching, hurting pregnitty ass out of bed and, accompanied by my wonderful brother-in-law, drove thirty minutes from where we lived to pick her up at eleven o'clock at night from her school, when she could've walked a block or two and gotten to a mutual friend's house, who would've gladly let her stay with him and of whom it would've been MORE convenient for her, and ME, to have stayed there with him, instead.

Whatever. Semantics.

So, she comes to the house to stay and I was all ready to make up the couch for her to sleep on, with a nice comfy pillow and blankets, etc, but she parks herself in my and my boyfriend's bedroom, on the floor, and well...Shawn can be a space-case at times...so, when I clearly shot him a look that said, "Muthfuckah, you out yo goddamn mind she ain' sleepin in this here bed with my pregnitty ass", he took the hint. She parked her ass on that floor for two damn days straight not doing a damn thing to get her car out of impound. And make not mistake, Shawn's pop is lord of the house (even though he technically doesn't own the house, but Chinese families can be a little...interesting...to observe) and to save trouble, Shawn doesn't piss his dad off a lot becuse that short man is scary as HELL. And the man doesn't like black people. At all. He tolerates me, but...ther are very few that he'll acknowledge. Case in point, a few days was all she had to stay there, but she made not move to get herself up, contact the people she needed to contact to get her car out of impound or....really, anything...

And it got annoying by the second HOUR that she was there because there are a lot of things that Shawn can't stand. Like...a dirty room. And not just a "here's-a-few-clothes-scattered-on-the-floor" dirty...No, no, no...she left her muffin wrappers, clothes, computer bag, cake box and whole bunch of other crap just lying around and not bothering to pick it up at all. And that started to piss him off, but he's calm and patient and just cleaned up her dirty mess. Whilst me...well, when she decided to start eating somemore of them around Shawn and I, I kindly informed her: "Yes, and do try to pick-up those wrappers. You left them all over the room."

Her response? "Oh, I thought I picked them up." Really? Because I've had her stay at my apartment before when I had one and she blatantly leaves crap everywhere and it's NOT like you can't miss it. Damn, this is an effin tiny ASS room for crying outloud. THOSE ARE SOME NOTICEABLE WRAPPERS, CAKE BOX and FUCKING CLOTHES!!!!!! It was one thing at my apartment. I have a high patience level and a high level of tolerance and I'm a bit OCD so I don't want people touching my crap because then I'll get insane about putting EVERYTHING back where it needs to be to the smallest detail. But this isn't my place of residence. This isn't her place of residence, so the same disgusting CRAP that you pulled when you had yur own place and were staying at mine, DOES NOT FLY HERE! It's nasty. It attracts roaches. Shawn and I CAN'T stand fucking la cucaracha. But the social graces don't seem to penetrate. Whatever. MAybe I'M a bit too harsh, but she KNOWS how I feel about dirt, nastiness and just....ew. Ew is disgusting. Ew is the epitome of evil. Ew is just...ew.

AND THEN, she has a tendency of being a bit of a...attention hog. Like, I'm not really one for the limelight. I can get up in front of people and talk and what not, but honestly, I'm fine in the background, drinking an iced tea and laughing at everyone else's antics. But EVERY time I'm around her, she simply HAS to say something that draws the attention to her, makes HER the center of the whole damn universe and it gets annoying. Like, don't talk about retarded shit while we're trying to watch a fucking movie. Don't say, "Oh, when I was a kid, ghosts used to come to me ALL the time and my pillow even turned into a severed head when I was sleeping. *lulz*teehee*" It just gets yu looked at likeyou're crazy for saying it at the most inopportune time. Like, I'm all for talking about the supernatural, but NOT when we're just trying to enjoy the movie.

AND, on top of that,poking me when I'm snuggling up to my boyfriend while watching said movie not once, not twice, not even three times, but throughout the whole fucking movie until I send you the death glare of all death glares. Seriously? Don't peeved because you decided to get involved with some guy WAY the bumfuck up in Pennsyl-fucking-vania! Don't get pissed because people are giving me attention because of the baby. Seriously? They're REALLY only concerned about the kid; I'm the glorified incubator.

I mean, I know her issue with babies. She had a miscarriage and she feels the pain of that, but damn...It's not like I begged God for this. It happened and I'm rolling with punches. But treat me like I'm an invalid just because of what happened to you. It may be her misguided attempt at keeping the baby safe, but trust...I've been doing a pretty decent job of it so far. I think I can handle the rest, goddamn.

AND, on top of that, she inserted herself into one of the people going to be there in the birthing room, and I keep trying to correct her and let her know, "No, you're not going to be. The baby's blood family gets first dibs." So, that means if say (because Shawn and my mom are going to be there regardless, but that leaves one slot open): Shawn's Mom, Dad or My Dad or Aunt want to be there, they duke that out amongst themselves and whichever wins that match get to be there, but since I'm sure Shawn's Dad and minewill be in agreement that that's NOT where they want to be that leaves my aunt and Shawn's mom, Lori. And if Lori bows out then that means my aunt gets automatic. If my aunt can't make it, THEN you get to be there, but even then...she'll have to content with my Asha, because Ashley's like a sister to me and I'd probably request her being there first.

But her response? "Well, I'm fighting whoever's there."

Taha! Glucklich with that. My mom and Shawn are automatic, and my aunt could take anybody. Shaw's mom doesn't look so weak herself.

AND THEN, she inserts herself as my maid of honor. Sorry, sweetcakes, but that title automatically became my Asha's in the summer of 2005 when that girl jumped into the freezing Chattahoochee River to save my drowning ass. So, when I tried to let her know that, she has a bit of selective hearing. And proceeded to change the season that my wedding fell in and decided which photographer to hire, and the only reason she wanted Anthony as the photographer is because she knows that he and I had a bit of a romantic history together and that that candle still burns brightly to this day (huh, so I AM a heartbreaker... who'dathunkit?), and she often does things for the entertainment value of the drama that would ensue. Plus, I know Shawn might not've been comfortable with that idea and since, I've comandeered EVERY aspect of the wedding, I figure he deserves the right to have SOME say so (*lulz*).

Bt, when I tell her...oh yeah, Shawn likes these people so if we ever had a wedding (if we ever had a wedding *snorts*), he wants to hire them.

"Oh, well, doesn't that mean that Shawn picked them and not you." in this hoity-toity ass voice, like she's miss fucking know-it-all. So, I quickly correct her, "Well, since *I* liked them too...I figured they'd be perfect because they have WAY more experience than Antho." Thanks for playing, ass....come again. It shut her up but I guess she's starting to realize, lke my Mom, I'm becoming a mother now and some things that I was willing to put up with I'm not willing to put up with now. I can admit, I can be a bit of a doormat, but how the hell am I supposed to raise a strong, driven child if their mother is an effin doormat?

She may not like the fact that I have opinions (and is definately resistant to that idea), but fuck what ya heard. I DO have a temper and it's starting to reach its boiling point with her. Because it's one thing to, at any point in a relationship, accept that your friend has opinions and can think for herself, but its quite another that you give your friend a veiled warning by saying, "I'm going to let you get away with that, but only because I know you're pregnant."

Oh really now, bitch? REALLY? Because when my pregnitty ass is no longr pregnitty and these opinions still muthafuckin exist, what the fuck you gonna do then?

In hindsight, I should've seen this coming. Honestly, I should have. Anyway, I shall come out and say it. I beez preggers, yo. Yeah, me...pregnant. Say what?! But, as stated, in hindsight, I should've seen this coming. When I was a little girl and  I found out all about the loveliness that births a baby into the world (in actuality, it wasn't lovely because when my parents explained, imagine me as a child with the look of utter disgust on my face, saying, "EW! PEOPLE DO THAT! o.0"), I thought to myself and said to myself, "Self, I'll just bet you'll get yourself knocked up one day. It'll be just your luck too...sonofabitch." And what happened? Ten - Thirteen years after that faithful convo of disgusting, I am knocked the hell up. Thirteen weeks, and this kid is kicking my ass and showing me, "No, mummy, I really AM going to be an Aquarius...Just you wait and see!"

Fucker.

Okay, I didn't mean that, but goddammit do I miss Italian food. And then the nurse at my OBGYN had the nerve to be a snooty bitch when I called to ask them, "Hey, muthafuckah, how the fuck you doin? Anyway, I got my ass a prob. See my bitchass can't get no damn sleep at night cuz my baby wanna go all Bruce Lee on my ass and my Tums ain't doin shit, ya dig? So, what the fuck can I take, bitch?"

Okay, I didn't say it like that. I sounded pitiful and tired, but one can dream goddamn. So, snootily told me, "You shouldn't be eating anything with spices, you know."

Seriously, bitch? When my doctor told my ass no spicey foods and shit and just a bland diet do you think I didn't listen? Okay, I didn't, but that was only once and I paid for it for twenty-four hours straight afterwards. So, yeah, bland, nasty and paste all the fucking way. So, I tell her, "Lady, I've been eating bird food. Fruits, veggies and rice, and if I'm lucky, a piece of toast in the morning."

"Well, you need to be staying away from acids."

"..."

Sigh.

"Can you tell me what I can take?" Before I jump through this phone and beat your snooty, puta ass, you pendejo!

"Mylanta, Zantac or Tums. That's it. And if it keeps hurting, make an appointment, okay?"

"Sure, muthafuckah."

"What?"

"Sure. Dueces."

Sigh.

Seriously, I'm pregnant. Not dumb. I'm going to beat these people's asses. Don't get mad at me because YOU were a fat cow at thirteen weeks, but I have miraculously been able to maintain my gorgeous, girlish figure and am only weighing in at 130 lbs. Sorry. Not my issue.

Whatever. I'm going back to work.

Okay, so I'm scared to death right now. Terrified even, and I really want to go take a test just to confirm in my mind that I'm not overreacting, but how can I not overreact when me and my boyfriend are talking last night/this morning and he jokingly states: "Well, I might have to kick you to the curb." Seriously?

But it's my body.

Then, then, I get up and come to this office (let's not even mention that I couldn't sleep last night at all and kept on waking up with an irrational fear, which--in hindsight--isn't all that irrational), and I get online to do research and I find two bloggers at war with each other on this issue and it's not helping me at all.

So, I'm freaked because I know if I make a decision (and mind you, contrary to any of that "you're a couple so it's a joint decision crap", it's still ultimately my body and my decision) then I'll have to leave with it and he JUST might kick me to the curb and find someone else.

I said I don't want them now, but that doesn't mean I don't at all. Just not NOW. I'm stingy. I'm 23. I haven't seen the world yet. I haven't done anything worth mentioning. I'm selfish.

I scared shitless.

Oh please, oh please just start already.

I never can understand the conflicts that arise from questions like these. I remember what it was like to be sixteen, much more so than parents or the legislators that want to make these laws remember, and just because they feel like it's their self-imposed duty to keep children and teenagers safe doesn't mean that the ways they go about making children and teenagers safe are best ones. I remember taking a driving course in tenth and eleventh grade and the one memory that stands out to me is the fact that my driving instructor at the time completely ignored me when I was on the serpentine and trying to understand the dynamics of a parallel park. Yes, the dreaded parallel park. I had always heard about the diifculties in understanding it and the rumors about how it was the most irritating parking technique, but I still wanted to learn it. I tried, unsuccessfully to get her attention, but she still ignored me and that day, I never learned.

The point I'm trying to make is, maybe instead of limiting a teenagers' rite of passage into adulthood, and devalue their feelings on the matter in taking yet another decision away from them among the many that disconnected and overzealous senators, politicians and legistlators make to sway voters, perhaps you should crack down on the parents and the driving instructors, the classes and the schools about updating their driving manuals, getting back in the classroom and becoming involved in the teenagers and childrens' studies and stop blaming the kids for an obvious lack of parental guidance, understanding and control. Parents are negligent and are more willing to blame other things than their lack of actually being parents and not pursuing pipe dreams of being young again or wearing their sons' or daughters' clothes.

Parents should be parents. Kids should be kids, and people should take effin responsibility for themselves and their families.

/rant

Something to nibble on:

( I Keep Coming Back To This )It's a portion of the book. Not quite all of it, and I can't tear myself away. I think I'm putting too much pressure on myself to write, and writing should never be about pressure. GAH!

Anyway, Star Trek? Any one? Anyone?

Haz ya seen it?

Listen to it. Listen to the whole thing. Especially about Spock.

OMFG!!!

Dear LJ:

I finally found the chucklehead a few days ago. My Ladybird was in a completely different neighbor's backyard because animal control had scoped the neigborhood, the neighbors got her just in time and since her collar was missing, animal control told them to keep her as they would've just put her in pound, waited a few days for the owners to claim her and then--if not--would've put her up for adoption before euthanizing her if no one wanted her.

My boyfriend asked around and the people revealed that they had her and THEN were trying to negotiate with my boyfriend about letting them keep her. Conversation went alittle like this:

Neighbor Guy (leading boyfriend, boyfriend's dad and brother to back yard): So, she's a really great dog.

Boyfriend: Yeah, I know. She really is.

Neighbor Guy (hesitating at backdoor): She gets along really great with the kids.

Boyfriend: Yeah, I know. Can I have my dog back?

Neighbor Guy: She plays really great with the other dog we got.

Boyfriend: I know. That's awesome. Can I have my dog back?

Neighbor Guy: Yeah, but...

Boyfriend (interrupting): Look, man. Me and my girl went to the pound earlier today and she cried when she didn't see her pup in any of the cages. If she doesn't get that dog back, she's going to be extremely pissed at me, and when she's pissed, she's unpredictable. So....can I have my dog back?

(Neigh Guy relents. MY PUPPY CAME HOME!!!)

But seriously, WTF? It's not like I'm a psychopath or anything. I just really love my dog and if I saw those people walking her AND she was right across the street, heads would've been rolling.

On a side note, the day after, the boyfriend decided to get a six week old puppy, same breed, and somehow I'm taking care of him. Say what? Don't get me wrong; Max is adorkable when he's not biting you, but really pimpin', how'd I get roped with taking care of the pup. And funny thing is, he doesn't listen to the boyfriend much and when I'm around, he automatically seeks me out. AND he peed on the boyfriend's bed this morning. BUT somehow managed to miss MY bedspread. Go figure.

Anyway, make way for teh awesome:



AND


I'll freely admit it...I am a Star Trek fangirl. I love Star Trek. Sue me. And I'm dragging everyone to see it when it comes out. Call me demanding, pssht. Whatever. Your ass is still coming to the movie theatre.

Now, enough talk! More fanfiction!!!!

In And Out Of Time update: (7/10). Whoo-hoo!

Dear LJ:

Day two, and I still haven't found my puppy. Where is she?

Dear LJ:

I think I've grown up a lot over the years and the things that used to scare the crap out of me...Well, they don't anymore. Take for instance, my dad. When I was a kid, my father was this towering giant whose severe glower could scare the living crap out of me and made me hop to and do whatever task he commanded. It wasn't that he ran his household like a well-oiled machine (even though he did; something, I think was left over from his Army days) or that he made some of the most outrageous requests to puff up his ego (he is an Aries after all with a side order of Scorpio rising...Guh, try growing up with THAT combination for a father and you'll get where I'm coming from), he was just...selfish. Okay, let's not mince it. He was very selfish, and sometimes to the point where it excluded all others.

You maybe wondering about that last statement. Well, there's two kinds of selfish. There's the prideful selfish and then there's just plain old fricken selfish. My grandmother (dad's mom) was, according to my Dad, prideful selfish: when his great aunts offered to raise my pop in a fairly well-off household and allow him to be enrolled in a pretty decent school, my grams refused because she wanted to keep her son with her and raise him according to her standards. Then there's just selfish-selfish, where--whatever you do--it benefits no one in ANY way, shape or form, sometimes no even you. My pop was a combination of both, but sometimes that latter more often than the former.

Either way, growing up with my dad could be considered a very...interesting...experience to say the least. Irregardless, he was selfish and I'll get to my point.

I'm a romantic, and I celebrate the little and then big things in life because ta-da! That's just how I roll. So, me and my current boyfriend's six month anniversary is coming up and while most would say "Six months. THAT's what you're celebrating?" I rather like to think, as I so eloquently put it to my boyfriend, that I'm celebrating that fact that "we've spent ALL this time together and we have yet to kill each other." So, I took him, his mom, his brother, my brother and my mom out to eat at this swanky bar-BBQ grill resturant thingie last night, and it was a fan-damn-tastic night. There were comedians and singers and yummy Lamb ribs (if you object to the eating of lamb ribs....well, I'll be sure not to share them with YOU).

Anyway, there is a method to my madness. I do specific things strategically and methodically when I execute them. I do my Moon-in-Capricorn proud sometimes when the plans go off without a hitch, and despite a bumps, last night went off without a hitch. UNTIL my brother told my Dad earlier that evening of our plans, and when I heard I gave a mental groan of annoyance because, like clockwork, my pop calls me this morning and decides to leave me a message that gets my goad.

The message is thus:

"So, why didn't YOU tell ME that you were going out to eat last night? Why wasn't *I* invited? Are you ashamed of me? Do *I* embarrass YOU?...blah blah blah blah blah blah".....I stopped listening about half-way through because my father seems to have forgotten one VERY small, TINY, miniscule aspect of my personality: I have a temper. More specifically, I have HIS temper and once it flairs up, I don't give a rat's ass who's in my vicinity, it's exploding like Mount Vesuvius and whoever's there gets caught in the aftermath. Luckily, Chaka (the cat) scampered away when he saw the thundercloud forming on my brow.

Like I said: there's a mthod to my madness. I didn't invite my pop because I had seperate dinner planned for him and his girlfriend, Marilyn. Since my mom and Marilyn don't get along and would be making cat-eyes at each other the entire night (not to mention, ME receiving a less-than-welcome phone call from my mother the next morning or THAT night of: "why the HELL did you invite her?" and the WHOLE DAMN silent, uncomfortable treatment that the two icy she-queens would've entrenched the entire table in that whole night...seriously, d'you SEE the friggin hassle I would've had to deal with? Not only that; it was MY treat to everyone because EVERYONE is usually buying me stuff and I didn't want to seem like a siftless, ass, damn NEGRO to my maybe-possibly-who-knows-future in-laws, and if my pop would've come, he would've PAID for everything and decisively pranced his Alpha-male status around to EVERYONE at the table and then would've glowered at my boyfriend with the aforementioned severity and would've, in that one glare, stated pointedly, "Why aren't YOU paying?" I've got my dad down to a science).

I dialed my pop back and he asnwers the phone in a smug sort of, "Yes, Erica?" kind of way and I think, "Oh no, poppa-dear, that shit don't fly with me, son."

And I let him have it. I read him the riot act because let's get something straight, me and my family aren't all peaches and creme. Crazy shit has happened in the past, some of it has been forgiven; lots of it we're still working out the kinks on, but he should know that I have NEVER felt ashamed to call him my dad. Why, I've gotten downright offended when one of my mom's long time boyfriends (an Ex- now) had the gall to try insert himself into my life like he was a secondary father or some such. I let that guy have it too. Just as much as any woman that tries to insert herself as my mother will get read the riot act and then some. I don't mess around, and he knows this and he tried to use the Guilt-trip card on me that MIGHT have had an effect had I been twelve-years-old and more neurotic than I am now.

HOWEVER,

I've grown up and I damn sure ain't afraid of the bulgy-neck-with-the-ticking-vein-and-the-foaming-at-the-mouth face that he used to flash me and my brothers when he got angry. Like I says, "That shit don't fly, son."

Now, I must go off and pray to GOD Almighty that my puppy comes home. Somehow, the helion got out of the backyard and is nowhere to be found. The boyfriend thinks she's been kidnapped and if I find out those kids next door had anything to do with, FUCKING HEADS WILL ROLL.

Pray for them me.

I finally have a title for the Sequel to "In And Out Of Time", and to celebrate I made myself a nifty little image to go right along with it. And thanks to someone on kyle_jessi , I have now been bit with a Sequel to the Sequel to "In And Out Of Time", and is set ten years into the future. Damn. LMAO!

Dear LJ:

Okay so, I said "In and Out of Time" was going to have a sequel. I'm giving you a sneak peak. It's a rough draft and I'm still working on the end to "In and Out of Time", but I figured I had to get this written and give myself and idea of how to begin PART TWO. I have NO idea what I am going to call In and Out of Time's sequel though. So, it'll probably have soemthing to do with Angels&Airwaves as they are my muses for anything Kyle XY.

SEQUEL AWAY!!!!

( You Spin My Head Right Round When You Go Down )

Here's a pretty picture that I stumbled onto, and I found the gallery that it belongs to and can I just say: I AM Freckin BLOWN AWAY! These people are amazing and this photography is so surreal. It all seems so magical, but alien at the same time and the concept is phenomenal. The link to the rest of this great artwork can be found here, and the name of it is called "Lightmark", and ALL of it is amamzing. This is just my favorite out of them because it reminds me of that old TV show Roswell, about the alien teens and there were three alien teens. Hence those three lights. Whatever. It's just awesome! go check it out!

*bustles off*

Dear LJ:

Okay...an update. The day that I've been dreading has come to pass and the universe has not shrivelled in on itself and collapsed. Trust me. It's a good thing. What is this dreaded day, you may ask? Well, my ex-boyfriend got married to the chick he cheated on me with nearly a year and some months ago. I was dreading it: 1) because, despite my current boyfriend, I still care about that [expletive] boy that I gave my heart to that long while ago and 2) I hate/dislike the chick that he married because...well...a little voice in my head wanted to cry "she stole him from me!" But how can you steal something that was so readily given? The first one to join is usually the first one to back out, and he was the first one to back out of the relationship.

now, don't get me wrong. I care about him, but I'm not in-love with him or love him anymore. I know that if he ever approached me in any way, shape or form in a way that wouls suggest "hey-let's-you-and-me...da da da la-ta-da" I'd probably kill him. But, if we were able to become friends, I'd be cool with that. It's hard to not feel something that a person that you gave that much of your heart to and trusted almost implicitly for a while. But, meeting him was a good lesson for me in the long run, and it teaches to not...well, let's just say that it taught me a lot of things.

I mean, when I was told by a few friends that he was getting married, I kind of got a 'WTF?' look on my face because I was all like "hang on, neither one of them has a decent place to stay, she's the only one who has a job and neither one of their parents have the money to afford a wedding...WTF is this?" But then I stopped myself and said: "does it matter?" I had to stop myself from marching up to Art Institute of Atlanta and say, "Nick, have you lost your cotton-pickin mind?! How the hell are you going to afford a ring?! You've NEVER held down a job, balanced your own checking account and YOU DON'T HAVE A JOB! Neither one of you has a REAL place to stay except AiA student Housing? Did you get her knocked-up?!!" But, that wasn't my place and he ALWAYS hated it when I pointed out the flaws in any situation (matter of fact, a lot of people hate that. It's not like I say, "Hey, don't do it because this-this-this-and-this could happen. I'm more like: Here's the details. NOW, do you really want to take that course of action?" I'm a Libra; I can't help it). So, I left it alone.

So, I'm at Sutra Lounge last night with my girls Laila and Shari, and Laila's boyfriend, Marcus, and my boyfriend, Shawn, and when La La and Shawn went to put some stuff in the car, Marcus pulls me aside to first discuss a fighting tournament that's coming up in a few weeks (Am SOOOO going! <3!) and then to discuss Nick and Blasina (that's the chick's name)'s wedding. I wasn't attempting to listen. Okay, I'm lying...I was, but only because Shari was indignant that she didn't get invited and Marcus went onto say that no one came except her family and a few of Nick's family, but the key people that were supposed to come abandoned him (ie his groomsmen and the rest of the groom's wedding party), and that Marcus himself didn't really go, but heard about it from another friend who had gone. The rumor was that because no one at AiA really liked Blasina that they didn't show up because they didn't agree with him, Nick, marrying her.

And I was a little shocked because when I'd heard about it from La La that she wouldn't go unless Marcus went (and Marcus didn't go), I was a little ticked because I knew that while Nick, Marcus and Blasina had had a falling-out last year, I knew La La was still at least on speaking terms with Nick (then again, she too had had a falling out this year with Blasina over some inappropriate comments that the former had made about Marcus) and that if they had felt that they wanted to invite her, then she should've gone to support her friends and been apart of their day (I don't know if it makes me a chump for wanting Nick to have a happy life even if it is with her or if it somehow gives me some extra Karma points for my next life...I know! *Announcer voice*: "Now YOU can win Karma POINTS and apply them to our GRAND PRIZE SWEEPSTAKES...should you die in this life, you'll be reborn as a PRINCESS!!! *applause track rolls*)

Like I said, I still care about the knuckle head, no matter what happened (even though I felt a little vindication that he had a crappy wedding...it's bad, I know, but when you have a heavy influence of Venus-in-Scorpio, it makes you a little bitter, a little vindictive and a mite bit happy at your enemies' suffering...I try to balance it out though, with my insanely neurotic nature).

I'm just...happy that I didn't get depressed. I usually do when the subject of Nick is brought up, but this time, I was good. I could look at his picture without thinking, "I wonder if I could cook up a spell to ruin his face, DAMN THE CONSEQUNCES!!!" Instead, I look at it and think, "I hope you have a wonderful life with you new wife and that you both get what you want and need and that you both are successful in your chosen careers and, if you should want to go the route of parenting, that you don't have retarded babies" (look, I'm not the most articulate being out there. Sometimes, I say some pretty rude and offensive stuff. Sue me!......................
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Wait, don't sue me. I can't afford it. All I've got is a few thousands books, a busted jackass computer and a few pipe dreams. Please, tread softly. You're treading on my dreams.)

Anyway, that same night, Marcus tells me about the tournament, he also tells me that his "worst enemy is going to be there". Now, he has a long list of enemies, and I know that Blasina ranks as one of them, so I'm on my guard, but he says some other dude is going to be there, and in my head I'm all like, "Good because that bitch don't want me to throw down! NYAR!"

It's juvenile, I know.

It's immature, I know.

And disliking the girl won't get me the dreams that I want to achieve, but sometimes...just sometimes...I really just....UGH! (somehow, I think I missed the point of them post so instead I will show you the beautiful Rachel Brice:


Adios!!

Dear LJ:

I remember what it was like to be a kid. Trust me, I remember the boredom and the need to do crazy things just to alleviate boredom. However, now I'm an adult and I realize the error of my ways when it came to certain aspects of childhood and how annoying and costly certain things done could've been. Case in point, the neighbor kids. There are maybe a good dozen or so kids that live over there in that house next door, and they're all outside playing. It's Spring; it's great weather; here in the ATL you don't often get great weather because GA's climate is so f*** up that it can be warm one day and freezing the next. Whatever.

So, my boyfriend lets my pup out because she's been cooped up due to the rain and she needs the space to run and stretch her legs. AND, a bored Lady means crap in the garage gets eaten up, chewed on or destroyed (CD player, pool table, the cat's brush, for example). So, she's out and about. I get home in the afternoon after work and when I check-up on her...she's no-frickin-where in the yard. NO WHERE and there's not a clue as to how she could've gotten out. Until I call her. Then you can see her figure through the small cracks in the fence bounding to get back into the yard where she knows she's supposed to be. I retrieve the dog; it's cool, I'm not too mad. I just put her in the garage and take away her Tasmanian Devil teddy because hey! I'm the mommy and she's on punishment. You gets no toys or priviledges when you're on punishment and she knows I mean business when the toys are taken away. Then she knows I'm spittin mad.

Anyway, I'm sitting in the bedroom (the bedroom's windows face the side of the house and the backyard) and I all of a sudden hear the sound of a little kid's voice saying, "Here, doggy, doggy. C'mere, doggy, doggy. Come over here, doggy." This sets me to a-frownin'. So, I get up to look and hear this little kid knocking on the fence and calling my dog. I look out the window and I see this little kid climbing up on this tree that overlooks the yard, and I'm immediately pissed. I go out to the kitchen, ready to chastise this little kid and my boyfriend's mom sees me with a thundercloud on my brow and asks me what's wrong. I tell her and she's just as spittin' mad and goes outside, fussing at the kid herself. Then she comes inside and tells me that she's going to talk to the kids' mothers because there's more than one family there and there's more than enough kids that are causing this issue. I, however, beat her to the punch.

Now, I'm not saying I'm mean, and I genuinely feel sorry for fussing a bit. I know the kid that I spoke to was not the ringleader and certainly was involved by just the look of annoyance on his face when I described to him the kid tha HAD done the action and then HE had to go and explain it to his mom and translate why I was coming over there to talk to them. So, I do apologize to that kid. He seemed like the older brother type who was probably taking care of the little ones while his mom and dad worked and what have you. Then again, he's inspired me to write a short piece on an older brother that has so much responsibility heaped on him and the trials and tribulations that he has to go through, growing up in that type of environment and what he grows up to become (A very heartfelt-piece, let me tell ya...it's pulling at my heartstrings and I haven't even written it yet). EITHER WAY, I remember what it was like at that age, but it just gets me peeved because now I know the responsibilities that adults have to go through when someone makes a stupid mistake.

I know my pup is a sweet girl. I know she wouldn't hurt anyone and is funloving, but I'm not stupid. I know that there is the potential for her to become a danger. She's a pitbull after all, and while not all pits are dangerous, killing machines bred for fighting, there is always that potential. She's funloving, but she's powerful and what she considers playing may NOT be what a human considers playing, and she could potentially harm someone without knowing. I'm not sayig she will, but with every animal there is that possibility. PLUS, these kids aren't going to be responsible if she runs out in the middle of the street while theyir playing because she doesn't understand the concept of cars being dangerous and life threatening to her and she ends up getting hit. Who's going to be responsible then?

We keep her fenced in OUR yard for a reason, and I get that she wants t play a lot and that those kids present a perfect opportunity, but I don't know them. I don't know their parents and if something does go wrong, the responsibility falls on our heads. Not theirs. So, LEAVE MY GODDAMNED DOG ALONE!!!!!!

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( And Look For The Stars As The Sun Goes Down )</div>

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AFTERWARD: For some god-awful reason, this chapter was so hard to write. So, on top of getting over a cold and constantly looking after a demon-hybrid pit bull-hyena dog from hell (who I oh so love with all my heart), it took me so long to get this baby out. But I made it pretty long so I hope that helps.

 

PS: How BS was that damn Finale? Kyle’s brother?! Seriously, ABCfam do better.

 

ANYWAY, I’d like to dedicate this fic to my peeps on my LJ, who encouraged me to continue with this fic even though I wasn’t sure if I should. Thanks, guys, you rock!

Title: In and Out of Time (6/?)
Author: wonderbread9
Rating: PG-13 - R
Characters: The Cast of Kyle XY, OCs here and there
Pairings: Kyle/Amanda, Kyle/Jessi, implied Jessi/Josh
Warnings: See previous chapters

Disclaimer: If I owned Kyle XY, there would be no discussion: Season 4 would be on the menu.

Author's Note: I’m trying to perfect my ‘show-not-tell’ method of writing. So, um…if any of yous guys would be so kind, can you tell me if I’m doing a good job? Thank ‘ees so much!

Summary: “Mark,” he whispered in genuine disappointment. “Such a pity.”

The younger man drew back in fear and opened his mouth to scream, but the exclamation of terror never resounded. Cassidy pounced on him, like a seasoned predator, subduing Mark’s flailing, panic-stricken attempts to flee.

 

“Can’t have you ruining the game before it even gets started,” Cassidy whispered with a silken purr, taking hold of the flailing young man’s neck in a choke hold.

Previous Chapters Here: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5


( So Hear This Please And Watch As Your Heart Speeds Up Endlessly )

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Dear LJ:

I have been AWOL, yes, yes, I know, for the last few weeks, but honestly, there's a reason for that. Several actually, but I don't want to go into that just yet. I am having a bit of a conundrum. You see, I have a partially completed Chapter Six of my current fic of Kyle XY; however! My brain has been hi-jacked by the project that I am currently working on (two projects actually, and why didn't anyone EVER tall me that writing a book would be hard? Much less one book that pertains to creating an entirely new world...ugh *iz brain ded*), plus I am going through this conundrum: the series is going to end by tonight. How many loyal fans are still going to be sticking around after the fact? And, is it even worth it to continue the fic afterwards?

I'd like to, heaven knows I would, and I probably should. After all, part two to the fic is pretty imaginative, in my opinion, and introduces some pretty decent OCs and expands on characters that only had a bit part in the original Canon (can safely say that the psychic from Episode 3x02 shows up again and actually gets a name...and guess what? She's a probability machine. Marinate on that for a second). Anyway, that's just the issue I'm having and it's probably affecting my ability to write this fic plus the other two projects that have wracked my brain.

Oh, and the untimely death of my boyfriend's 14-year-old Perkinese-Pugh, ChinChin. It was very sad actually and everybody wanted to blame MY pup (red-nosed pitbull) for a complete and utter ACCIDENT, and tried to sell or may still be trying. I don't know, but I can honestly say that I will be heartbroken if they do. After all, I'm not a dog person...after my first dog died when I was a kid, I stopped liking them. I am a fully fledged cat person, but I've taken to this pup, I really have. She's got the energy of a four-year-old on speed and she's adorkable when she calms down. Plus, she is the QUIETEST dog you've ever seen. She won't whine or woof or anything until she knows that her territory is being threatened. Then she's giving off this Rebel Yell that you can hear throughout the house. She's stubborn as hell, but she always greets you with exurburance as if each time she sees you be it within the same span of a minute is the first time that she's seen you ALL day.

See? I really like this dog. She's sweet and kind and wouldn't hurt a fly unless it looked edible (LOL).

So, yeah...and being sick....again...because somehow my boytoy caught a whole new strain of sickness and passed it onto me when we thought he was getting better AND then the big baby broke out in a rash because of the antibiotics that he was taking, and STILL refuses to go to the hospital because he's a manly-man *rolls eyes*.
 

Anyway, I've got chapter six...which seems to running into an insanely LONG ass chapter because I have so much I want to cram into because this particular fic is only supposed to run up to about ten to eleven chapters. I may have to do some pruning.

*groans*

Okay, so I got sick. No seriously! This is a new one for me because, you know, I hardly ever get sick...from ANYTHING. This was one of those flukes, you know? Like when a white squall suddenly erupts over the water of an otherwise clear, peaceful ocean. Yeah, that's it. I only got the flu once. Once, I tell you! Years ago and my body had gone through such an ordeal that it made a pact with me. It said, "hey there, boss. So, uh...we're not going to do this again, okay? Okay. Great." My body went back on its pact. Seriously! I only get hit with those huge sicknesses at the most random times, and it was usually when I was a kid (flu, stomach virus, chicken pox)...I never get sick when I'm older, save maybe a mild throat ache, but that's usually when I'm smoking and I take a drag and it doesn't go down right. AND, I don't smoke all that much ('ceptin black n milds, and ONLY when I'm uber stressed out, mind you). So, what the f*** was this?

I blame my boyfriend's dog. I mean, I love mi bella Lady, but seriously...she's the freakish, demon possessed half-breed of a dog and a hyena. And I know, I know..."Demon possessed half-breed dog/hyenas don't eixst." Oh yeah, well have a go at Lady. And when she gnaws your face off, I'll promptly tell you I told you so.

Seriously, she runs up to you and does a backflip off you gut. This is a 10-month old pit bull terrier. She's not tiny by any means. Gah.

But I love her though.

Dear LJ:

Ella es la puthamadre! Okay, so...I am LIVID. LIVID, I tell you! And I know I shouldn't be letting this woman/girl/child get to me, but she did. After all, what is spoken on cyperspace has no bearing on the reall world unless it affects a job or something important like that, BUT...

Let me tell you, getting onto ABCfamily.com boards is like walking into a field of explosive mines and I suggest that NO ONE in their right minds go there unless you're willing to be pissed off a great deal of the time. Okay, so...I was happy about thirty minutes ago when I got online to go to ABCfamily just to check out the spoilers that are written by leo1234j (thanks for those btw) and generally just peruse the forum for some topics to discuss and for the comments on the discussions that I made and see if anyone commented on them. Alright, so...I go to this thread where a member named Cnith posted a question summarized as such: 'Would Jessi choose Kyle or family if she got put up to the test?' Cnith argued that she would choose family...I argued that Jessi could have both (as you can see from my insanely long ass post), while simultaneously addressing the issues that these people keep bringing up that Kyle and Jessi are somehow engaging in acts of incest because of something so flippant as their hair color matching, them being born in the same way, blah blah blah and that that somehow makes them siblings.

So, I get on to see what her response is and whether or not she maintained a level of maturity in her post. Sadly to say, intelligence and maturity on that board is hard to come by. She dragged my parents and their parental skills into the argument, implying a WHOLE HELLUVA a lot with her comment as well as comparing my home life to "Secret Life of An American Teenager".

Hmmmmm....

So, since when did chick come to know me personally enough to determine whether or not I got knocked up at sixteen? Which, btw, I did not, have skirted or flirted with the idea nor will I have kids in the near future. I am a 22 year old college student. I'm attempting to do big things with my life and while my parents weren't perfect they raised me to the best of their abilities and the experiences thus made me out to be the person that I am today. I'm not stupid, a hoodrat nor am I the stereotype of my people that media likes to portray: I'm not a vidoe-vixen looking to f**k the next rap-superstar. So, she pissed me off, and I have now lost any and all respect for her and many of the people on that board that support her and her wacked out crazy, morally uptight views of EVERYTHING. And if she had been standing in front of me when she made those comments I'd've punched her right in her god-damned mouth.

Now, that's what my parents taught me: a good damn right hook and the ability to stomp you to the ground if you don't come correct.

SOOOOOOO, needless to say, I won't be frequenting those boards nearly as much as I do anymore(I was getting worried at myself there a little anyway because I ALWAYS seem to go to them. However, it'll pass...I usually burn hot for a while on a subject and then I go cold and get bored with it and stop if it no longer holds magic...sucks to be a Libra sometimes). It makes people degenerate into idiotic, juvenile nincompoops with no common decency to speak of.