#grrr arrgh

[c00kie28]

well i went to a meditation/yoga retreat this morning and got in touch with my body and mind and spirit and felt pretty good 

but then i saw a post on tumblr that pissed me off and my snake is still not eating and the rat bit me. 

so now i am very cranky and in dire need of a nap. or a good cry. both. probably both.

[someones-assassin-blog]

Grrr, Arrgh || Sam & Elektra || Zombie AU

It was a year after the virus started spreading. The typical story, something that shouldn’t have really been a surprise after all the science fiction stories predicting a zombie apocalypse but somehow still managed to be. Elektra didn’t particularly care about the particulars, if she was being honest- she’d heard a million different stories about how it started from survivors and didn’t care what was real. It was speculation, didn’t matter in the face of things.

What mattered were the bodies that wouldn’t die from a simple stab. What mattered was living day to day- switching her primary weapons to katanas simply so it was easier to slash rather than stab, getting enough supplies, continually moving. What mattered was stopping anyone from being about to stop her and killing as many zombies as she could manage. Fellow survivors didn’t interest her beyond the occasional trade for supplies before wandering off again, relishing the new world in a way she probably shouldn’t have. 

There was no small part of Elektra that enjoyed it. Here, the enemies were more clear. Heroes were something that was practically a foreign concept, restricted to small settlements and refuges that she avoided with a passion. People were avoidable, always choosing to make an exception only when she actually was moved to do so. This world was driven by individual survival and that- that was something she was always so good at. It was almost relaxing, really. 

Elektra was moving a little too close to one of the refuges for her own comfort at the moment, but she had no choice in the matter- New York still had supplies buried in it. She was low on food, needed more, so she navigated the ravaged streets to try and find something that might’ve been missed- some apartment building, some shop, something that might be useful. Instead she managed to find a damned nest. 

Cursing angrily in Greek, she streaked back towards the streets for a more open fighting area while zombies chased hot on her heels. She managed to stumble out, almost landing straight on her face as one yanked her ankle and brought her down. Elektra snarled, sweeping out with the katanas as she tried to regain her balance and count how many she’d managed to attract in her stumbling... the numbers weren’t good, especially when she’d been sleeping only the barest amount while in enemy territory. She adjusted her grip on the weapons, accepting it might be her last fight with surprising grace- it was no more than energy being transferred, so why bother fighting the inevitable? It’s not like she expected to survive past Bullseye anyway, so this was all just an extension as it was. No great loss-

At least until she heard someone else behind her. Elektra snarled, calling a quick, “Leave! Not your fight,” over her shoulder before spinning into action. 

[alittledizzy]

My like and follower numbers are wrong, it never showed me that I had any asks and I did, and my blacklist isn't working. 

Tumblr, I don't think I like you very much right now. We can work around everything but the blacklist issue. 

[otterknowbynow]

I do not understand how there is a ten degree temperature drop between my main room and my bathroom. There is no door there. 

[sweetdreamr]

So I feel crappy

Not just cuz it's THAT TIME even though that's also a factor.

Just feeling generally down. I scraped somebody's car today and freaked the hell out. I mean I left a note and all, the guy was cool about it and hopefully it's not that serious--but this is AFTER I drop my phone in water, have to get a new one, try to set up the new one only to find out that I need my mother's password to complete the setup and SHE DOESN'T KNOW WHERE IT IS. ARRRRGH.

It's like one damn roadblock after the other. You'd think that the Destructo-Girl tendencies I've been having would take care of said roadblocks, but apparently it doesn't work that way.

Also, my mother is becoming increasingly unpredictable. Our family isn't doing so hot financially, and the fact that I'm unemployed is perpetually the focus of her attention. I am working on that, of course, but, y'know, recession. It's kind of a factor. And of course my mother's nagging me (for lack of a better word) does not help the situation one bit. It's already rough on me as it is, not having a cent to my name, going to school, and trying to pursue my dream. My self-esteem is low on a good day. On bad days, it's in the negative.This happens to be one such day. =P

[candiedginger]

We live in the information age. Shouldn't our taxes be automatically calculated and directly billed to us?