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Today is the day...unfortunately.

So it's about 20 minutes before we're set to leave to get my second MOMMY unit to take her to the hospital for her surgery. Despite being one of the toughest, most kick ass people I know, I know for a fact that she's scared. Hell, I'm fucking scared for her. And did I mention that being in hospitals scare the fuck out of me? In general, mind you. Hospitals are not friendly places. They remind me too much of physical agony and death. And I swear that every time I'm in one, I get these creepy ass feelings, feelings that make my tummy hurt and give me headaches. *shakes the fist at evil hospitals* Well, I'm bringing along fanfiction to help ease the pain. I finished chapter four this morning, but I have a feeling that I'm going to end up adding a bit more to it as I wait in the hospital. Time will tell, I suppose.

In closing, a pixel scene with a pixel me! YAY!

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Lightning dancing outside my windows

It's thunderstorming something fucking fierce outside...I mean, fucking scary thunderstorming, as in the fucking lightning is flashing right outside my damn windows and the thunder is shaking my roof. That shit is really damn close, too. *cowers in corner while clutching Matt and Mello to her bosom* I'm just praying that I don't lose my fucking electricity over here. Fuck, fuck, fuck!

I need to finish chapter four tonight...My mom's friend, Madelyn, who I affectionately refer to as my second mommy, has to go in for a partial knee replacement surgery tomorrow morning. We're going to escort her in, so we're leaving the house around 5 in the morning and staying until we get the all clear from her doctor. I can hand-write chapter five, or, if my email decides to stop being a douchebag, print out and edit my lovely wife's chapters. My second mommy is pretty fucking pwnsome, so I'm hoping her surgery isn't too horrible. She got me my Shuichi plushie for my 16th birthday when my own mother refused because she thought it was childish. IT'S FUCKING KURAMA IN PLUSH FORM, MOTHER! WTF IS WRONG WITH YEW!? *explodes obnoxiously* I don't give a shit if it's a fucking stuffed animal. Bite my ass, will you?

So off I go to work on said chapter. Expect another one of these entries tonight, because my attention span is that shitty.

That is, provided my fucking internet doesn't explode.


How do my leftovers taste?

Speaking of the seven deadly sins...I give you this:

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I'm pretty proud of my photo-editing skills right about now =)


It's man devouring man, my dear

Why is having conversations concerning porn you've seen with your closest friends always so fucking humorous? I mean, seriously, what the fuck is wrong with us? Niesa, Steve, our lovable Virgin Mary, Kesley, and I always seem to have the most spontaneous, wonky ass conversations to begin with, but having an intense mutual discussion about porn we've seen or heard of is fucking beyond me. At times, I really think I was meant to be a fucking guy, but I'm damn happy I'm not. I like having a brain, thank you very much. Having enough blood to only run one head at a time would piss me off to no end. Speaking of Kesley, her ass came back from Mexico and she brought me home this bad-ass shot glass that now has the place of honor atop my bookcase. And tonight she shared with us that one of her medical teachers in high school told her that it is possible to give someone an orgasm simply by rubbing their feet the right way. I fucking almost lost it. Considering I'm the one who houses no qualms about giving foot massages to friends, this random yet highly interesting fact wacked my funny bone. Dude, not cool. Feet and orgasms do not compliment each other, period.

And now, time for a random survey!

Seven Deadly Sins


Who did you last get angry with?
My dad for acting like a fucking whiny cleaning Nazi asshole.

What is your weapon of choice?
My winning personality, down right bitchiness, and rude sarcasm

Would you hit a member of the opposite sex?
With my fists, yeah. No girly slaps for this bitch.

How about the same sex?
Of course, I have no qualms about who is unfortunate enough to be on the receiving end of my rage

Who was the last person who got really angry at you?
Probably my dad, in turn for me not cleaning like he ordered me to

What is your pet peeve?
Waiting, rushing, Floridian drives, assholes in general

Do you keep grudges, or can you let them go easily?
Truly depends on the severity of the situation, but I’m an expert on holding grudges for many, many years if suitable


What is one thing you're suppose to do daily that you haven't?
Give a damn, I suppose

What is the latest you've ever woken up?
Well, considering I’m up all night and sleep all day, I’d have to say…who gives a damn?

Name a person you've been meaning to contact, but haven't?
Alexis, I guess. I still feel as if I should apologize, and yet I feel like I shouldn’t have to. I find myself caring less and less as time goes by.

What is the last lame excuse that you made?
I have a headache, my old stand by. No one bothers to question it anymore.

Have you ever watched an infomercial all the way through?
Yeah, total waste of my existence.

How many times did you hit the snooze button on your alarm clock this morning? None, considering it’s summer and I have no schedule to tend to.


What is your overpriced yuppie beverage of choice?

Are you a meat eater?

What is the greatest amount of alcohol you've had in one sitting/outing/event?
Only god knows the true answer to that. But I know for a fact that it’s a pretty damn high number =)

Are you comfortable with your drinking and eating habits?
Yeah, even though they suck

Do you enjoy candy and sweets?
What retard doesn’t?

Which do you prefer: sweets, salty foods or spicy foods?
I’m a sweet and salty person.

Have you ever looked at a small house pet or child and thought, "lunch"?
Not exactly…although that one scary security guard bitch at my old high school did with falling pigeons.


How many credit cards do you own?
None, and it’s probably a good thing I don’t.

If you had a million dollars, what would you do with it?
Buy a nice house for my parents, and go on a fucking mad ass shopping spree with my favorite bitches =)

Would you rather be rich or famous?
Rich all the way. If I were to become famous, I would view the paparazzi as moving targets to hit with my car/baseball bat/9 millimeter

Would you accept a boring job if it meant that you would make megabucks?
Yeah, I would just write massive amounts of fanfiction to ward off the boredom.


What's one thing that you have done that you're most proud of?
My writing

What's one thing you have done that your parents are most proud of?
Get my ass through high school with a great G.P.A.

What thing would you like to accomplish late in your life?
Success. I’ll leave the how and what blank for fear of fucking myself over.

Do you get annoyed by coming in second place?
Not really, but Mello sure as fucking hell does.

Have you ever entered a contest of skill, knowing you were of much higher skill than all the other competitors?
Yeah, a writing competition in high school. Considering I attended school with morons, I easily owned those bitches!

Have you ever cheated to get a better score?
Guilty as charged.

What did you do today that you're proud of?
Held an in-depth conversation about pornography with my friends, and, in doing so, corrupted Kesley’s mind a bit more


How many people have you seen naked (not counting movies, family, strippers, locker rooms)?
Er…hell, quite a few.

How many people have seen you naked (not counting physicians, doctors, family, locker rooms, or when you were a young child)?
Hell, maybe 3 or 4 people. Scary thought.

Have you ever caught yourself staring at the chest/crotch of a person of your chosen sex during a normal conversation?
LOL, yeah. What can I say, I’m a potential pervert to the max.

What is your favorite body part of a person of your gender choice?
Strangely, the arms. I like being held, so screw you.
Have you ever had sexual encounters (including kissing/making out) with multiple persons?
NO. I’m kinky and all, but I’m no whore.

Have you ever been propositioned by a prostitute?
Hell no, and should that ever happen, god help that hooker.


What item of your friends would you most want to have for your own?
Err…a car, I guess.

Who would you want to go on "Trading Spaces" with?
No one-that show pisses me off. Heidi or whatever her fucking name was comes near my house, and I’ll blow off her head with an uzi. No newspaper collages of that bitch’s face are going on my fucking wall.

If you could be anyone who existed in the world, who would you be?
A motherfucking superstar.

Have you ever been cheated on?
Not to my knowledge, and god have mercy on the guilty party if I have and should I ever find out about it.

Have you ever wished you had a physical feature different from your own?
Yes! I would kill for green eyes! Or to be skinnier =/

What inborn trait do you see in others that you wish you had for yourself?
Manipulation. I’m not bad at it, but I could be better.

What deadly sin...

Do you do the most often?
Wrath-I’m one angry bitch deep down/Sloth-I’m extremely lazy

Do you do the least often?
Envy-requires effort.

Is your favorite to act on?
Lust or gluttony-sex and food for the win =D


In turn, I'd like to offer these, in light of much needed LOLZ among all:

Dear Plagiarizing Cunt-bag: You got

In honor of our porno conversation:

The true meaning of life:

Matt's proud announcement for the evening:
he loves the cockMello Phone
(Change 'the' to 'my' and we have success!)

And now, in closing:




In light of my previous entry, I give you this:

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Anyway, I finally finished the third chapter. And yes, with lemony goodness in it. I didn't have a choice. Sally was pretty fucking keen on squashing my head with a washer if I procrastinated any longer. I quite like my head not being squashed, so I did as she ordered. Now I'm wondering where the hell to go with chapter four...that is, I'm not starting it until my wife gives me the all clear. I'm actually a bit stuck on where to take it for the time being, but I'm sure it will mull over soon, considering all the ideas buzzing about in my skull.

On another note, it's the fourth of July. Goody goody. The best part of this holiday, by far, is the alcohol I will be drinking. The fireworks are a close second. However, the mosquitoes, stupid neighbors, and serious drunks are not. I'll be 19 in less than 20 days, and believe it or not, I'm actually bummed about it. Metro-con doesn't look like it's going to happen, for the sole reason that I'm jobless. Fucking shitty economy...I really want a Yusuke plushie for my birthday =D I already have Shuichi and Hiei occupying my bed, so why not him too?

I'm starting to feel incredibly depressed, and for no real reason.



Matt, Mello, and vanilla frosting is <3

I had a very interesting dream this afternoon. It was, in fact, so very interesting that rather than work on the lemon for the third chapter of my new project as I should be doing, I've decided to come and share it with you. *Dodges heavy objects undoubtedly being flung by the muse, as well as the wife* Don't kill me! Believe me when I say that this dream is blog worthy, and even possibly worthy of a fanfictional one-shot when I get the time. When that will be, I haven't a clue.

So anyway, rather than go to Saw-grass mall with my mom today, I opted to stay home and sleep the day away. Well, after having my increasingly annoying phone ring for the fourth time by someone I did not want to speak to (and that basically entitles everyone when I'm sleeping), my brain somehow got on the subject of baking cup cakes. Here I am, dressed in an pink apron that says, 'Can't take the heat? Then get the fuck out of my kitchen!', my hair in pigtails, and I'm stirring a big white bowl of chocolate cup cake batter. Out of nowhere, fucking Matt and Mello barrel into the kitchen, bouncing around like two hyper active fuckheads. On the counter, a tray of already baked cupcakes sits, beside it a huge bowl of vanilla frosting. Well, for no good fucking reason, my two lovable fucktards decide that they want to have a frosting fight, and madness ensues. The kitchen's a mess, Matt and Mello are covered in creamy frosting, and the cupcakes ended up hitting the floor-Did I mention that Matt and Mello were covered in vanilla frosting? Any how, rather than get pissed at the fact that 1) my kitchen is a fucking mess, 2) the cupcakes are ruined, and 3) those two morons ruined all of the fucking frosting, I get this sad look on my face and say something along the lines of "Aww, now there isn't any frosting let for me." At this point, the two little shits get matching shit eating grins on their faces, scoop the frosting off of themselves, and pelt me with it. I, of course, proceed to get pissed. But before I can yell at either of them, I've got them licking the offending frosting off of me. *explodes joyfully* My summary of this dream–OH MY FUCKING GAWD, FROSTING-COVERED THREESOME WITH MATT AND MELLO, FUCK YEAAAAAH! My inner fangirl was damn right pleased =D Expect a pixel of that dream occuring sometime in the near future, but for now, I give you this:
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*cackles* Oh yes!

And now, a small conversation with my muse:

Vieta: So I'm supposed to write that Yusuke lemon now...
Sally: Yes. Yes, you are.
Vieta: Well, about that...I'm feeling...lazy. (^-^);
Vieta: SQUEEK! *ducks behind Shuichi and cowers* (T-T)
Sally: He can't save your ass. I don't give a shit if he was Yoko fucking Kurama. I'll kick him and his prissy fox ass to the moon if you don't write that damn lemon within the next hour.
Vieta: *explodes*

Yeah, that's my lovely muse. She's a bigger bitch than I am. Pretty scary thought.


So last night started off pretty normal. I was chatting with the lovely wifey, cracking plagiarizing cunt jokes and attempting to write the next chapter for my new story when I get a call from Niesa. As of recent days, her boyfriend is being what we so affectionately refer to as a huge fucking asshole prick around these parts, and for a number of reasons to boot. She needed to get the hell out of her house for a while, so she showed up at my house around 2 in the morning, kidnapped me, and dragged my ass down to the beach. There we entertained ourselves in conversation pertaining minimally to venting, which was our original purpose in going there, but about fucking Avatar and fan fiction. And as if that crazy shit weren't enough, feast your eyes on this crack ass fic our brains mutually cracked in the car last night. Warning, it’s based totally on a new inside joke and all of you will undoubtedly find it retarded. Bring on the stupidity!

Why Mello should never be given Percocet

Another deep sigh of concern emitted from Matt’s tightly pursed lips as his goggle shaded eyes trailed over the half dead form of his gravely injured friend. Save for very shallow breathing and the occasion spasm of a muscle, Mello’s fatally burned body was innately still. At least the Percocet Matt had managed to get his nimble fingers on thanks to one of his many connects with undesirables was doing it’s job. With naught better to do than wait and pray that his old friend would make it through the night, the redhead turned his attention to his PSP and emerged himself in his game.

Lost in a world of artificial intelligence and computer graphic violence, the gamer failed to hear the occasional stirrings of the body beside him. Mello’s once limp hand twitched, his unscathed eye fluttering incessantly as his head rolled side to side for a brief moment. Matt bounced off of the bed, partly from fright, the other part from comical shock, when Mello shot up from his laying position without warning. His azure eye was wide and glazed over in a drugged lull, his lips stretching wide as they screamed.


The gamer could only stare up at his friend with wide emerald eyes, shocked at such a random outburst. Only when Mello collapsed back onto the bed, once again the captive of a pleasantly drugged sleep did Matt burst out into a fit of obnoxious laughter.

“A wildebeest? Well, hot damn, Mel. If you’re a fucking wildebeest, then I’m goddamn Mufasa,” the redhead announced quietly, pulling the goggles away to wipe at the tears flooding there in light of the former mobster’s comical outburst. “A fucking wildebeest, my ass!”


Don't ask. I don't fucking get it either.

In closing:
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Pop goes the weasel!

Well, on an interesting note, I received an apology from my dear plagiarizer. Needless to say, I’m still pretty livid about having my shit ripped off in a senseless act of stealing born as a result of an utter lack of talent, but it was more than I was expecting. However, I am still not completely satisfied, nor do I think that I ever will be. As for her, I doubt I’ll be collaborating with her any longer, based on principle if anything. I’m a pretty forgiving person, but there is some shit that just doesn’t fly with me, stealing my writing being one of the top five. (I should be saying my writing and the writing of my dear Pherin as well, but to those of you already aware of the situation as pertaining to prior entries, I believe you to be quite aware of my meaning.) I guess what I’m trying to say here is just because you bothered to apologize doesn’t necessarily mean that you’re sorry for doing what you did—you’re sorry your stupid ass got caught doing it. I mean, come on! Why the hell would you steal someone’s work word for word and then put it up on an account the person you took from knows you by? Common sense is key here, people, and for what appears to be the fucking millionth time within the going on nineteen years of my pathetic, coffee driven existence, this just serves as yet another example that 99.9% of the population doesn’t have any. Anyone out there care to prove me wrong? I gladly welcome the challenge. On a much more satisfactory note, the second chapter of my new story is now completed and waiting to be beta-ed. I have to say, I’m pretty pleased with the way its turning out thus far, pleased enough to allow myself a smidgen of arrogance in saying that this will be one of the best Yu Yu Hakusho stories I’ve ever written—and to those of you who know me in the slightest know just how many that is. However, I really hate to think of the possibility that some thundercunt (to borrow Pherin’s new angry word in place of my personal favorite, fucktard) might steal this one as well. God have mercy on the person that does—if there is someone stupid enough in existence to do so, which there undoubtedly is. Stop using up all of our air and go drown yourselves in a lake somewhere, you assholes.

On a happy note, my MOMMY unit made me pancakes this morning. I am very, very pleased with this fact. Pancakes are sexy. And to make things even more awesome, my herd of wild ducks has returned! And yes, I've named them all and I can tell the difference! Here's my favorite duckie:
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Safe to say, none of you should surprised at the oh so original name I bestowed upon this duck of pwnage. And yes, there is a Mello duck as well-as Kesley and I always say, you can't have one without the other!

Reach out and touch faith

So after a rather uneventful day (and by uneventful, I mean that I sat on my lazy ass and slept), I got some rather distressing news-well, news with the potential of being distressful. About a week or so again, my mom took one of our cats to the humane society and surrendered her because she kept pissing on the couch-it was more or less a physiological issue with the cat because the male was always beating up on her, but regardless of whatever the cause was, she was pissing on the furniture and in turn, pissing off my parents. Well, my mom had finally had enough, so it was good-bye Cleo. I, of course, was both livid and upset, but what could I say? It's her house and her furniture. Anyway, after swearing up and down that these people do not euthanize animals unless they are sick, I believe that they, in fact, did put our cat to sleep. On the website of the one my mom brought her to, they put up pictures of new animals they receive within three days of getting them-Cleo has been there a week, and still no picture. Maybe it’s just me getting ahead of myself, which I hope to high hell is the case, but it basically made me sick to my stomach. The entire situation does, and yet, there wasn't a single thing I could do to alter it. Sure, the cat wasn't my particular favorite or even very friendly or loving to me, but she was still a pet of mine. I mean, everyone who knows me personally knows just how attached I am to my animals-when I had to put my Snuggles to sleep last November because of organ failure due to old age, I was heartbroken. Even if Cleo wasn't put to sleep, I hate seeing animals stuck in cages. And rarely do the older cats get adopted, because everyone wants kittens. So now I'm down to four cats =( And god help Blackjack's hyper active black ass if he starts beating up on my Sassy, because I will proceed to punt his ass into the next century.

Now I off to write the next chapter of this new project I'm currently working on. Mind you, I've decided to focus my full attention on this piece and have put everything else I was working on on the back-burner. Hopefully it will work out well enough-I know Pherin will keep my ass in line as best she can with the distance between us. Even when she's yelling at me on AIM, it's still pretty scary. That, and when she threatens to stop writing, my inner fan-fiction monkey goes haywire, as it is her amazing stories that feed my ever present addiction. Safe to say, I better do as she says.


Plagiarizers = Fail

In recent days, my lovely Wifey has brought it to my attention that both of some of our written works were plagiarized on quizilla (i.e. the writing site home to massive amounts of morons who utterly suck at writing and should be denied the right to breathe-I don't give a shit if that's considered as being unconstitutional or not, just kill off the idiots and be done with it.) However, it wasn't just the fact that our fucking material was stolen-copied fucking word for word, a great deal of it-it was also in part who the plagiarizer was that innately pissed me the fuck off. So you pretend to be my mutual online friend and then have the balls to steal my fucking work as well as the work of someone I care for and respect? OH HELL FUCK NO. Either A) The dumb cunt is too fucking moronic to understand just what plagiarism is, B) She was dropped on her ugly fucking head many times as an infant, or the most likely option, C) A combination of both. Whatever the case, this shit is resolved as of now-we reported her stupid cunt ass to the mods, and either they deleted her shit or she did it herself-I could care less the who, just as long as pieces of my fucking story and my wifey's story aren't littered about in that utter shit the dumb fucking cunt dares to refer to as fan fiction. And the funniest part is that after Pherin messaged her to inform her that A) she's fucking retarded and B) she had bluntly stolen our shit, she returned the message with this suck ass apology: "I do apologize. I had no idea. It will be removed immediately." WHAT THE FUCK. How the fuck do you not know when you are plagiarizing shit? Are you that much of a fucking dumb-ass? Apparently so!

To said dumb fucking cunt:

Plagiarism is the unauthorized use or close imitation of the language and thoughts of another author and the representation of them as one's own original work.

And in the event that you still don't get it, here's more for you to suck on, asshole:

pla·gia·rize-1. To use and pass off (the ideas or writings of another) as one's own.
2. To appropriate for use as one's own passages or ideas from (another).

Do you fucking get the message now, or am I going to have to hammer it into your goddamn brain?


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