#gillianrambles

[gillianflails]

I’m getting ready to move 15 hours from where I currently live. I spent most of Tuesday afternoon going through clothes to decide what to keep, what was trash, and what I am going to donate.

Then I go to walmart.

Wonder woman shirts.

Three dollars.

I have six more shirts.

[gillianflails]

What the hell?

Random really fast post:

My mother is watching “Botched,” a schadenfreude show about people who have had failed plastic surgeries. A woman on the show had a double mastectomy. The surgeon performed “nipple banking,” which is surgically attaching your nipples to your lower abdomen so they’ll still be alive once your implants are ready to go.

Every time they show this woman with her nipples still where they’re supposed to be, they’re blurred out. 

Every time they show her without her nipples on her breasts, there’s no blurring at all.

When they show the HORROR SHOW that is her nipples attached right above her panty line, there’s no blurring at all.

What the hell?

[gillianflails]

“I Want Something Just Like This”

I heard this song on the radio about 900 times before I actually listened to it. We listen to a pop station at work, and they play “I Want Something Just Like This” by the Chainsmokers about two or three times an hour, and they have for WEEKS. I usually have my ipod on my shoulder, so I didn’t really acknowledge this song beyond “hey, it’s that same song again” until the like about Batman caught me.

Statement: Someone needs to reread the books of old. There is no gold in the Achilles myth. Also Hercules’ demi-godhood could be called a gift, but other than the Disney movie most Herc myths are about the twelve labors he did to repent for killing Megara and their children.

[gillianflails]

#jealousaunt?

So my mom and I had to go check on my aunt this evening. Last thursday she had a varicose vein in her leg pop, and if you don’t know, let me explain you a thing:

VARICOSE VEINS BLEED LIKE VICTIMS IN BAD GORY HORROR MOVIES. JESUS H, I HAVE NEVER SEEN THAT MUCH RED COME OUT OF A PERSON.

/endPSA (also /end The Help quote)

Anyway, she thought her leg was bleeding again, so she called my mom. We ran over to check on her, and she’s fine. But while she and mom talked about work (they both work that wonderful retail-hell called Wal-Mart), I played with her cat George. 

Who rolled over and let me scratch his belly, even after I’d been gently poking, prodding and squeezing at his swollen elbow (he thinks he’s the biggest tomcat in the neighborhood, apparently, and it keeps getting his ass kicked).

He won’t let her scratch his belly.

My aunt is miffed at me because her cat likes me more. 

Oops. 

[gillianflails]

Punctuation

I am far too fond of commas, hyphens, and parentheses when it comes to sentences. I want to say things okay! Sometimes you have to know something else for the sentence to make sense okay! I have a fic that might still be up on FF.N that is essentially stream of consciousness because of all the parentheses, commas and hyphens. If Logan’s brain actually works the way I wrote it in that story, god he needs even more therapy than the show makes you think.