femminista: thoughts of a feminist rhetorician

First of all, I just want to say that I'm sick of learning things. To clarify: I still love to learn about and how to do new things; I am, however, tired of learning new "life lessons." In fact, I'd like to be left alone in a room with "life lessons" for a couple of hours and let said entity get a piece of my mind. Of course now that I think about it, it already has a piece of my mind, so I don't intend to give it any more. Damn, damn! And now I'm ranting and haven't even gotten to the point of this rant.

So, "compma" is my attempt to merge "computer" and "karma;" I don't think it's working. It's true; Cat's karma is kicking her ass yet again. I've spent the last few weeks cleaning, scrubbing, trating, throwing away the entire contents of my pantry, freezing my yarn, examining every crevice in my home, and researching moths. Moths have invaded my home. And they seem to be trying to work the "possession being nine-tenths of the law" thing. Although it's been more like 999 of them, one of me. They're creepy and they're gross and I hope that they haven't ruined all of my clothing.