and now i need a chocolate cupcake with salted camel frosting

Too tired, have too many typo-generated responses....

I don't go much for cigarette toppings myself, with or without salt.

or

I prefer Aardvark, myself.

or

I prefer my meat products on the side.

or...

Damn, I need to get back to sleep...

P-C, don't read into your mothers insecurities. Don't buy into her timeline. You are the master of your own destiny. Do things at your own pace.

Omnis is wise, and with the Force.

"These are not the brides you're looking for."

Just tell your mom for every bride she sends you, you are going out on a date with a sterile Christian girl.

Parts of my family are like an episode of Jerry Springer.

I totally sympathize!

Compulsive gambling? Check
Alcoholism? Check
Schizophrenia? Check

We put the fun in dysfunctional.

I must clean my hideous office today. This will be a whole-day undertaking, and may involve actual undertaking considering it may kill me.

We put the fun in dysfunctional.

My family puts the FU into dysfunctional instead. On top of the sickness issues (for which I could have more sympathy, but some of the sufferers are really flaunting it and unconcerned with their impact) there are also too many truly unpleasant BPD characters who aren't ill at all, just making life miserable for the rest of us.

However, there are marvellous people there too. It's the flip side to an extended family that keeps tabs on each other.

And if you were ever wondering where teh ghey was, if the 10% didn't seem to be reflected in your family? Don't worry. We got that slack picked up for you, on both sides. Gayest people ever, which is mighty ironic for Jamaicans.

My groceries were delivered, and about half the order was missing. Looks like the driver just forgot a bunch of bags. Just called customer service, and they're calling the driver. I'm missing half of pretty much everything I was planning to make with this stuff -- I've got bread but no sandwich fillings, pasta but no sauce, and so on. I want lunch!

I've got bread but no sandwich fillings, pasta but no sauce

Starch delivery!

It looks like I'm missing everything canned or jarred, and half the boxed stuff. I did get fake turkey, though, so I made myself a sandwich with that for lunch.

Someone from a psychological questionnaire I took last week (I'm very nice and trying to help on the whole "can you please fill my questionnaire for my research for free?" karma, for I know I need it myself for my anthropology experiments in human beings) just called me, trying to schedule another appointment for part B of it. Part B which only selected few, as he promised, would enter.

Since said questionnaire I filled was about clinical depression and my opinions about psychological treatment for it (of course, I know that's not what they're really after), I wonder if I should be alarmed.

Mostly since I just took some placebo-herbal-calming-whatever to cope with 1. the writing of sociologists who think they can narrow down the entire economy of the past 600 years into a theory of how the West rose (ah. Lovely people who refuse to acknowledge the fact that the West is losing since 1945), and 2. that I can't keep up with my studying material and homework rate anymore, 2 weeks before the academic year ends. I was at 90-95% of reading every paper and book and summarizing and all till now, and in the past week and a half I'm at 70% and 3. I'm beginning to acknowledge that even though the past 2-3 weeks were very hectic and all the things that happen with the flotilla and in my country, Maybe I do have some sort of a rage problem. I'd like to think of it, you know, as the "won't tolerate any shit from you, fuckhead" attitude, but dunno. Maybe I'm too fast to turn up the flames and calling the idiots out.

Pfft, psychology. < /Bones>