tiiiiired. so very tiiiiired.

naptime soon, hopefully.

it’s really busy, unfortunately and silence is unable to happen. This puts me in a bad mood. Loudness is bad. Quiet and solitude are much preferable. Especially in the middle of the night.

Working nights is bad, and puts me in a bad mood.

Lord of the Rings, Good. alleviates the bad mood somewhat.

People commenting on how my parents must have raised me poorly, that just downright pisses me off.

If any mention is made, as was this evening by jon hatch, about ANY of my family members in anything less than positive light, that comment will immediately be taken down.

If you want to rail against me, fine. If you want to belittle my intelligence and call me anything ranging from racist to homophobe to whatever, fine. We’ll take up how you’re wrong at a later date.

But I won’t fucking tolerate any attacks on my family.

They’re separate from me, and if I do anything wrong it is through my own choices, because unlike some people I was raised to make my own decisions, not vapidly denounce others by using psych-speak or phrases thrown around in politically correct magazines, and blame all actions on how I was raised by my parents.

I make my own decisions, and one of these decisions is intoleration of people who attack my family.