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Topic Started: Feb 2 2011, 11:05 PM (265 Views)
Foxby
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Uuuugh.

So today, someone finally, after a year of no correspondence, posted the first four pages of a commission. The art's great, but there's one problem.

Those characters look nothing like the ones we asked for.

So after four pages of going over... I don't even want to call them "details," they're the big, basic things. Like species and body shape. Anyway, after going over the bigger-than-details, I managed to forget about it for the moment. I'm going to try to get the artist to fix it before he does the next eight pages.

So then my mom tells me we are definitely getting rid of my cat. There was still no discussion of "Should we?" and just a flat out, "We're going to." To pile on the guilt, she makes sure to tell the little girl long before I am in any position to disagree so that if I say no, I'm an awful person who dashed a little girl's dream.

Little girl is even writing me a letter. It's sweet and great of her and all, but it's part of Mom's plot to guilt me into... into what? Letting him go quietly? Into being happy about it?

So Olivia calls and we're talking about how Mom's a bitch and yaddayaddayadda for about a half hour before a voice from my door.

"I've been listening for a half hour, you know."

FUCK.

So she gave me this whole speech (while I stared at her because if I told her anything I know about her-- and not even the things I suspect, but the things that I know-- I'd make the situation worse and be out of a house). "How can you love me and call me a bitch," "there is always litter for the cats" (blatant lie), "we discussed this all the time" (yeah, if that's what you call a discussion).

So she just said she's going to say good night and go to bed. No "Love you, good night," as is the tradition every night. Just "good night."

Fine. "Good night."

So now my cat's leaving, the commission I was looking forward to got fucked up, and my mom is probably crying into a black dick.

Greeeeeeat.
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HAL-9000
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Sorry to hear that dude, Seriously, Life never seems to give you a break by the sounds of it ><
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Shinigami
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Sounds wonderful. hope you get it all sorted out, man.
... If fate is a millstone, then we are the grist. There is nothing we can do. So I wish for strength.
If I cannot protect them from the wheel, then give me a strong blade, and enough strength... to shatter fate.

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