Feb. 22nd, 2004

stellie: (bah... stupid git)
Gah. I wish we never had the farm. Like, NEVER had it at all. That would be hella'nice.

Mum came home about two hours after I did last night. Fuming. She had been at the bread store (where, by the way, we get all of our feed for the animals at -- bakery leavings. All the old bread that people don't buy. High in vitamins, et cetera and they love it.) from 10am until 1:15pm and only had 4 racks of bread (which is enough to fill up two large car trunks, depending on how full the racks are...) and there were 6 left. The lady up front told her to go home because she had promised those 6 racks to someone else >>;

...mum had been at the farm the rest of the day trying to get the goats into the fence. Always the damn goats that get out...

I was awakened around 6:30 this morning by my parents yelling because some guy called the house telling them that the bread store needed someone to get the 6 racks that were left over yesterday and whatever else is in the store. They had actually called this guy wanting HIM to get the bread, instead of calling us -- which, they tell him, they tried to call us yesterday and left a message on our answering machine.

Screaming, yet not bothering to wake me up to ask, they argued on if I had been home or not when the lady supposedly called here. I got off work yesterday at 5, came home at 5:3o, got online at 6:00. Mum couldn't remember if I had gotten off at 4 or 5 and there was a slight discrepancy on what time the lady had called the guy da was talking to on the phone... so, erm...

Yeah, I forced myself to go back to sleep and I'm just getting up, now. I want the goats GONE. Keep the sheep, cows, horse. Hell, keep the pigs. Get rid of the damn goats -- they're the only things that ever attempt to break out.

Mrr...

...Nader is in the race for President this year? Interesting...

mrr...

Feb. 22nd, 2004 03:22 pm
stellie: (pray)
I don't know why I even bother having friends...

...Ruby just, JUST swung by my house and wanted to know if I could talk for a while and I blew her off.

...yeah, I could have talked for a little while, but I didn't want to. Told her I had to get ready for work (which I do), but that's not the reason... I didn't want to talk to her and I don't want to talk to anyone.

--; I hate it when I get like this.
stellie: (bah... stupid git)
So, what have you to say on all this?

You really want to know what I say?

I say stay the hell away from my LiveJournal unless you can face me with a proper user name like a decent human being. I don't like having propaganda about movies (or anything, for that matter) thrown at me like I'm a dog getting scraps from the table.

For another thing, I despise you for throwing Mel Gibbson's The Passion of Christ in my face like it was a banner for all that is holy. I get that enough from Tricia, who continues to send me forwards and things about it -- I don't need it from ABSOLUTE STRANGERS.

Go to hell. Send me postcards marked 'anonymous' so I know it's from you.

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