angst. it's what's for dinner?

well. there has been some unpleasantness in the becky domain as of late. there have been panic induced no goodness causing low self esteeminess. not to be confused with steaminess which is usually good. obviously. this lady has been tweeting my old tweets. verbatim. not retweeting. taking my tweets and passing them off as her own. and even though SOME PEOPLE! who, in all other regards might be usually sexy and nice and funny are completely wrong in thinking it's flattering,* i think it makes my stomach all squenchy and mad. because that lady's a whore. or robot whore.

i do not like. at all.
 
i want a stalker. or a mean commenter. because i would have so much fun with that. so bring it. but to use my stupid drivel of tweetiness and put it out there as your own? makes me feel powerless and icky and stabby. to use my "@"s on twitter makes me nauseous. that was the way i found out because my pregnant lover, limabean was @ed and was like, "whaaa...?" [dramatization. i am unsure of exactly what she said. something about skunts, obviously].
 
i know, i'm being dramatic. i know, it's just twitter. nobody fucking cares about twitter.  THEREFORE! i wash my hands of the situation right now. i know karma or robot karma will eventually even things out in the form of a blown server or possibly knee (this is not an admission of guilt for "tonya harding"ing* someone's knee). you can now let the comforting begin. but before you rub my poor tired shoulders, here are some things that make me happy:

clouds. i have some cloud pictures that slightly elevated my mood but they're still inside my camera and i haven't been able to get them out yet. they're kinda shy.

dogs. my dogs make me smile. everyday. those bastards.

chuck. i've been getting harassed at home lately about "having sex with my computer all the time spending too much time on the damn internet." and he also said, "i guess i'll just hang out by myself." so! i've been making a concerted effort and [warning: sappy part coming up] we've been having a lot more fun when i'm not tweeting or commenting, etc. just like old times. now, when football gets interesting we'll have to see who wants foot tickles and general roughhousing. it's hard to find a good balance.

my aunt. she's just so blissfully unaware and in the moment. she cracks jokes, she smiles. i really have to appreciate all the cute funniness she is. i have to remember. i have to file her away for stories later. i have to remember because her time is slipping away faster and faster.

people. people who care if i'm not online. people who care enough to call people that are whores, whores. people who comment on my blog even if i don't always comment on theirs. i try. i really try. sometimes i'm training a new employee or being harassed by my boss. people who email me. people who make me hats and tell me i have pretty eyes!

my hair. i just got it all cut off. and it makes me sad sometimes. bad. but then i straightened it so i don't look twelve and now it's HOT again. good! yayee!
 
other, non-whorey people gave me things. they're called awards and that means that i'm special. and i know you're all like, "you got awards?" fuck yeah i did. "when did you even get them?" i have no fucking idea. problem? "it's a little rude, right?" listen. i am a maverick. i don't conform to your "time." maverick *points to chest*. the end. it doesn't matter if you have love in your heart. and in no particular order:
 
not you average stylista! this was a shock to me because i usually shop for clothes at target. that's right. i'm just that classy. except jeans because fucking society doesn't recognize my need for actual LENGTH! fucking. society. and target. those fuckers. mabes she thinks i'm crazy and this will pacify me.
 
nikki! she's so cute and lovely and takes killer pictures. for reals. go check it out. she also has doggies! so. i mean. obviously. and wellies. and she cooks yummy things.
 
another hot mess! she does not condone snuggie usage. at all. so don't even try it.
 
observations of a token yankee! anyone who has token in their name? in. done. also? works with kids. also? has nice taste in dresses. done.
 
blonde lisa! she's cute and she "gets" me. and she has a pugglinton. a very cute pugglinton. and someday i will steal her pugglington and she will be sad. and i will be happy. and then i will give the pugglington back because i am just that nice. and i grow tired of cute pugglinton snorts. and i like to make people smile.  after making them cry. it's good to appreciate pugglintons.
 
what can i say about owo/a woman in search of/something about alyce in wonderland/calling people names? except: SECRET GIRLFRIEND!!!! i'm so giddy about this gal. she's the ballz. and if you haven't gone over there and checked her out, you! are a silly pants. we love her. we want to be her. we want to sit with her at lunch. and tell stories. we want to fondle her... ummm. sorry. and it all started over a little catsex. who knew?
 
and then we have amber! she's getting marrrried! oooo and she tagged me like forever ago. yayee!
 
finally, we have the lovely and pregnant buttery bean! she's my own personal stalker and i mean that in the nicest way. and we're in blove. and i think if (when?) we meet she'll immediately appoint me her unborn baby's godmother and then we'll make out. i'm just spitballin. or mabes we'll just make out. a lot. i would say she's cute but i have yet to see a picture. i bet she's dreamy. *sigh* anywho, love her.
 
 
*i know, they were trying to make it better.
**it was really hard for my brain part to come up with how to work out saying harding-ing

PS twothings: one) the last follower, yeah, right over there in the follower section? i think it's a picture of a vagina. like a really up close one. and it's kinda freaking me out. i need you to tell your friends to get that thing down the list by following me. we'll call it operation "get rid of the vagina that's freaking becky out." two) happy halloween! and bah humbug. i'm going as a sexy booger.