leticia: (Default)
2005-07-19 06:29 am
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Why I am not asleep. (Otherwise known as "My mother is a spaz.")

My alarm is set for around 8:30 at the moment. It is more like 6:30. About twenty minutes ago, soundly asleep and content, I hear dire wails from outside. In a tone of despair and heartbreak, my mother is shouting, "Remus, no!" "Remus, no!" Over, and over. Whatever Remus is doing, he is apparently also avoiding her. Remus is a dog.

Remus' great sin )
leticia: (Default)
2003-05-13 08:23 pm
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Father

What sort of prick gets all whiny when you serve a meal with the wrong sized of serving implement?

My father.

Now, what sort of prick throws a fit, sulks, and slams doors when I point out that the reason we're using that spoon is that ALL the bigger spoons are dirty, because no one's done the dishes in three days (And I was the last person to do them?)

My father!

Wee. I swear, he can fix his own goddamned food.