I really do hate people sometimes.

I hate people that are mean to my father--and people who disrespect him. And, I really hate it when they use me as a means of disrespect toward him.

Apparently, a certain rude, snotty, two-faced scene designer has been saying snide comments to my father about me. Things about his choice to use me as the SM for Stickwife [two fucking years later], his choice to cast me in Eclipsed [which I was DAMN good in, thank you very much], and, most recently, his choice to have me to the voice overs for Getting Out. Apparently my accent is too thick and he can't understand me. I'M SUPPOSED TO BE FROM ALABAMA, YOU ASS--just because you're deaf and I can actually do a legitimate Alabamian accent doesn't give you the right to say things like this to my father.

You're probably wondering why I'm not saying something like "My feelings are so hurt by this," but rather I'm angry because he's saying to my father. That's because I know he feels this way. But, to find out that he's been making these horrible comments to my father--as means of not only disrespecting me, but to disrespect and discredit my father--is intolerable.

GUHH.

I'm done with my local color story!! Yay me! I reallllly like it. Going to read for WNS now. I thought I'd attempt to work on Fiction, but it's late.

Out.

Love love.

SAC

P.S. opinion about next tattoo:

Either this:


Or this:



On my left ankle [outside]. Whaddya think?