Finally

I suppose I should actually try and write something, like actually say something, but as is the norm, I have nothing to say.
Wait. That's not true. I have one thing to address, and one thing to complain about.

So, sometimes I stalk Janee's blog, because I normally agree with what she says, and noticed she called me out on her blog, which is her right to do so. I just wanted to address what she said in my own rag-tag platform, because I don't think she quite grasps my position. Or maybe she does. I would never say, as a former victim (or whatever the appropriate word is, because victim doesn't sound quite right) of rape that anyone woman anywhere deserves it because of crimes she has committed or because she can't afford a Benz. I was saying that you cannot necessarily trust criminals to accurately represent a situation, because all of them have the same story. Do I believe it happens? Sure, once and a while. I believe I was more discussing the fact that these women were claiming they were put in jail to divulge information, not that they were all liars about rape. I have never called a woman a liar when she says that, and I never would, because I know what its like to be called a liar. All I said on the subject was that not all male guards are raping women, and a woman guard can not always be found to search a woman in prison because there are simply not enough. I'm not going to lie that I'm a little upset, as someone who knows what it's like, and someone who wants to work inside the criminal justice system that anyone would think of me in such a way, but words do not always come across the best on the internet. That's my peace, I certainly don't expect a response and have do not plan on any kind of rebuttal. I don't really feel like I need to make any kind of explanation, but I would hate for any one to think I think women don't deserve rights. It is my only cause.

Onwards. So, Courtney is on my last fucking nerve in this place. Wait, hold on, let me correct that. When Fabrice is here the pair of them are on my last fucking nerve. I'm sick of Fabrice making three people watch American Choppers while he's on his laptop, or the two of them making out on the couch while I am trying to watch television or read in the living room. He thinks he's too good to play Just Dance 2 with us, but has no problem making fun of us, or offering suggestions on how we might dance better. Um, you come up here and dance, then we'll talk. She doesn't do anything with us, unless Fabrice will do it with us. The lines are definitely drawn in the apartment, Justen and I vs them, and we've had about enough. Courtney and I started watching season 3 of True Blood, something Fabrice has made fun of over and over again, and last night while I was at work the two of them decided to watch four episodes of it without me, which, okay rude, but even more rude for them to continue watching it while I am in the house. I have no choice but to be spoiled or to go in my room. I hate the fact that I feel like I should be in my room anyway when the two of them are here. I mean, COME THE FUCK ON. He's not paying rent but hes been here since the second week of december and he'll be here until the third week of January. He eats everything in the house, hes got this computer thing hooked up to our television using god knows how much electricity, plus another television in Courtneys room that he plays x-box on while shes not here, but hes constantly bitching about how much heat we use, how much water we use, Justens lamp being on. He doesn't do dishes, or clean up after himself, and he uses like 8 cups for liquids every day that Justen goes through the house picking up. The other morning I was watching a movie and Fabrice and Courtney came in and he just switched off what I was watching to his computer so they could browse through pictures of France. No, I wasn't watching that, go ahead. You don't have a laptop for this shit, you obviously need my television for that. Don't let my movie get in the way of your stuff. The other night I came home to them literally stretched across our couch kissing and watching Cars. O.M.G. can't you wait four fucking hours until you go to bed to do that shit? Justen and I have decided that I'm gonna invite Mike over and do the same, like totally just be all over him and Justen is gonna act like its completely normal.

Ugh. I feel better now that I got all that out. I'm generally happy about things in general.

Hokay. I'll write again in four months.
Peace ho

-mb