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I just called to say I love you.
..... WRONG NUMBER.
Took the late shift at work today... not sure that was a good idea, I'm exhausted and half wondering how I'm going to get my buns back home after I'm done...
But I'll get a ride if I'm "dangerously tired." I won't be, but I will call my mom or someone if I think I'll be a danger behind the wheel.
So glad to see my adopted sister Shannon on dA, catch her work on her page, she is ladyserpentina! Welcome to dA, Sis!
I taught myself how to use polymer clay today, or at least started to play with the stuff and came up with a design I actually really liked -- I ended up making a pendant out of it, it's just a bunch of rudimentary flowers and leaves, but... it's not too bad!
And because I hate stressing John out, I ended up eating, though I didn't really feel like it at the time, but I know skipping meals bothers Puppetcancer, so I try not to. I didn't chow down, but I did eat enough to keep me fueled.
I don't even mind the late shift this much, there isn't a ton of calls, but I can get some reading done, answer my email and dA comments/notes... but it does make for a long night.
Back to the grindstone, I'm going to wait for calls while reading my book by Lewis Black, entitled "Nothing's Sacred."
God love you as much as I do,
Mandi Pope
My Friend Dahmer..?
Received a graphic novel for Christmas from Mom, titled, "My Friend Dahmer," illustrated and written by John "Derf" Backderf. You've probably heard me talk about this one before; I've read it four times. It's based around serial killer Jeffrey Dahmer's youth; high school, specifically, told by Derf, a fellow classmate at Revere High School in Ohio. As you've all probably figured out by this point, I'm one of those people who rewatches and rereads things almost neurotically, as I feel I don't always catch everything in one - or even two or three, and in this case, four - read(s). I caught something on my fourth reading that didn't stick out to me as glaringly as it did this time, but this time, it really, really bothered me and changed my whole view on the graphic novel, leaving a sour taste in my mouth when, after Round Four, I put it down. Spoiler alert? Sorry, I'm not sure, but I'm pretty sure people know. The WORLD knows what this guy did. Dudes, this is Jeffrey Dahmer we're
Five Cent Discount Kitty
I went to the local Humane Society to look at cats. I've been considering getting one since April, when my parents offered to pay the adoption fee, all I had to do was select said feline. I took Mom with me, to keep me in check. First kitty we saw was an obnoxious, sweet boy named Roberto, who was completely convinced that I was playground equipment and treated me as such. Meatloaf came next, who wasn't really into me, but he was a sweet boy all the same. Sweetie was third in line, but she had a cold of some sort, and wasn't terribly interested in me, either. She was sweet and tolerated me, but sparks didn't fly for us. The fourth kitty I saw, a tiny but rather rotund little gray tabby, climbed into my lap with no invitation, purred her ass off and glared at me, as if to let me know, "you're not leaving this building without me." I resisted. I resisted so hard it hurt my heart... but I finally got up and walked out of the room. Mom gave me a look. I can't take her with me
Extremely Wicked, Shockingly Evil and Vile
Watched "Extremely Wicked, Shockingly Evil and Vile," the film on Netflix about Ted Bundy, and wow, was that well done... Jim Parsons blew me away, he was extremely convincing as a prosecutor who has had just about enough of Ted Bundy's sh*t. What scared me the most about the movie, (which wasn't overly violent, given we're watching a movie out, y'know, Ted Bundy), is I can see how Ted was so ... Ted. I don't even know what to call him; there aren't words in either language I speak that would accurately convey how manipulative and evil that man was. He said things that seemed entirely... not "normal," not by a long shot... maybe I mean, "I can understand how some people were sucked in by what they perceived to be 'his charm,'" but when you watch the event as a 360 kind of thing that personalizes the situation, it's so evident that's just deception masquerading as charm. It makes me wonder how hard Ted Bundy had to work to keep all of that going and be as successful as he was...
The Love Of My Life
If you want my opinion, (and even if you don't), I always thought that the "love of my life" was a romantic partner -- that one special soul I would forsake all others for. With this definition in mind, I went out looking for mine. Back it up to second grade; a new girl moved to town named Heidi. We found each other on the playground at recess and were instantly attached at the hip and remained so ever since. To this very day, hour and minute, for that matter, we've been together. Getting into trouble together, finding ways to weasel ourselves back out of it. We literally grew up together; all of my life's milestones, Heidi, who I nicknamed Skills, she's there. All of my pictures from my past as I grew up, one thing in the frame was constant; Heidi. We danced together at Homecoming dances. She held my hand at my father's funeral. We graduated, side by side, to the astonishment of many. We campaigned for my mother, walking in parades together, handing out literature. One
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Late shifts are not easy, but I'm so glad to see you dealt with them in healthy ways. Hope you don't get many of those, though. And... I'm going to check out your sister's DA account in a minute.
*mwah*
~ Mama Lu
*mwah*
~ Mama Lu