Friday, May 28, 2004 - 10:30pm CST - Unexpected hurricane winds arrived in Houston a day ahead of schedule.
And the women of Houston are in mourning.
As well they should be.
Yipee for me, motherfuckers!
Zoe's uncle is taking her and her cousin to the ranch Saturday. He and my sister have offered to keep her overnight in exchange for babysitting on Sunday.
deb_u: whoop! my sister is going to watch Zoe sat night
Sassy Sarah: Hurricane Boink is due to hit that night.
Sassy Sarah: it would have been better if i'd said "...due to hit it that night"
hahahahaha
Thank you Ladies and Gentlemen. Please don't forget to tips your waitresses.
Chonchercalifragilisticexpialidocious
sassy sarah: chonch
deb_u: supachonch
deb_u: chonch to the nth power
sassy sarah: supamegachonch
sassy sarah: mechachonch
sassy sarah: choncharific
sassy sarah: chonchtastic
sassy sarah: chonchalicious
Sassy is the Queen of Chonch.
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Sass, you shall henceforth be known as:
Über-Baroness of The Inept Navy of Yngwie Fucking Malmsteen, SassySarah Chonch, thank you for all the fish.
Assistant Superintendent of Cable Guys, SassySarah Chonch II, My sources say "No".
Acting Chief of Meat In A Cone, SassySarah Chonch, Be sure to write it in your underwear.
Sheriff of The Inept Navy of Rickety Foot Bridges, SassySarah Chonch IX, You keep using that word; I do not think it means what you think it means
Marshall of Latter Day Saints, SassySarah Oompa Loompa Chonch, Now that's what I call a sticky situation.
Mayor of Panties, Señora SassySarah Chonch, Don't mess with Texas.
Baroness of Fish, MC SassySarah Chonch, You are nothing but a goddamned communist.
Provost of The Reformed Order of Calculators, SassySarah Chonch, Forgive me sire, I was raised by a mad herd of wild cows
Maharani of Yngwie Fucking Malmsteen, Scrumptious SassySarah Chonch, The Just, You want fries with that shake?
Funkmistress of The Sun, SassySarah Chonch XV, The moon may be smaller than Earth, but it's farther away.
Sub Deputy of Lampshades, SassySarah Chonch, My parents just came back from a planet where the dominant lifeform had no bilateral symmetry, and all I got was this stupid F-Shirt.
chonchhhhhhhhhhhhh.
oh. my.
oh. my. chonch.
oh. my. chonch. is. happy.
For those of you that don't know, Houston traffic is among the worst in the country. I drive to work every single Goddamn day. If there is no traffic, it takes me 20 minutes. Traffic - well it once took me 2.5 hours.
Last night, close to 5pm, I was about to leave when I ran into one of my clients (the big big one that I do all my work for) who sometimes rides home with me. He said he'd be glad to go with; thereby allowing me to take the HIV lane (actually HOV lane - High Occupancy Lane - or the fucking carpool lane if you don't get it). Down the freeway I travel, the HOV is run between these stupid cement barriers.
Apparently some shithead had a wreck in the HOV lane, which is the freaking kiss of death. Because there is NO way out of the cement barriers. There have been some serious accidents, and cars behind the accidents have been stuck in between the barriers for up to four hours. FOUR FREAKING HOURS!!
Well we lucked out because we were close to one of the HOV exits to the park-n-ride. So we exited and then were going to travel down the back road to get to where his car was.
Unfortunately, following the direction of the sun wasn't a great logistical move. We ended up getting way way lost.
I was already running a bit late to get Zoe, but now he and I were in the freaking barrio, getting more lost by the minute. Not to mention that I was running on fumes. Less than fumes. I'm pumping at this shithole gas station and he goes in to look at a map.
We aren't that far, but I was going to be about 15 minutes picking Zoe up. My client tells me to go get her first & then drop him off at his car so I'm not so late (because they charge $5 a minute when you are late).
I get Zoe and Chef calls me telling me that he picked up some broccoli especially for Zoe (her favorite) to go with our dinner (the Chef-tovers). Zoe asks me who is on the phone and I tell her.
Zoe asks if he is bringing something else to eat.
[aside]yes, he actually had pan-seared cod, milkfed vealchops, crabcakes, spinach/artichoke raviolis and strawberry cheesecake - which Zoe ate most of - hmmm... I think I got the menu correct - lack of sleep has made me delirious. It was absolutely amazing. Beyond amazing. I love real food. It's a rarity in our household. I have some more Chef-tovers for my lunch today - which he packed up for me.
I told him that whatever calories he put into my body, he was going to have to work them off. yay!! I actually feel so awesome. I woke up the other day & my bloodsugar must have been excellent because I could actually see without my glasses, which is RARE for me.
[aside over]
So anyway, she asks me about dinner.
And then. And THEN. AND THEN. AND THENNNNNN
She says,
"Is he going to be sleeping over again, Mommy?"
My client looks at me and we start laughing our asses off. I don't think my face could have been any redder*. That was soooo embarrassing.
He looks at me and says, "Kids say the dardest things." And then laughs some more. I think he snorted.
*Although it did get a little flushed later that night.
heh.
And yes, all that is holy, he did spend the night. Again.
Sanctus, Sanctus, Sanctus, Dominus Deus Sabaoth. Pleni sunt coeli et terra gloria tua. Hosanna in excelsis. Benedictus qui venit in nomine Domini. Hosanna in excelsis.
Now that's a happy chonch.
woo hoo!
[aside] since we were not alone last night, I only got a little preview. But Holy Mother of God, if that's the preview, I can't wait to see the feature presentation. The hands. Those are sacred. I think they have been blessed by the Pope himself.
"I can't wait to get you alone. I'm going to bang you like a screen door in a hurricane."
Sexy sexy sexy
this man makes me
feel like a goddess
I have earned this one.
Exquisite.
And he makes me laugh my ass off. One minute tender and lovely, the next I'm covering my mouth so that I don't laugh too loud and wake up Zoebaby.
The site of Zoe sitting curled up on his lap watching cartoons this morning nearly made me want to cry. He is so tender with her, and it's not just because he wants to get in my pants. (which has happened before & it made me kick their ass to the curb immediately) He looks at that child as if she were his own. I love that about him.
I can't wait to see him again. He's taking Zoe and me out to dinner.
I'm scared silly, but would be an imbecile not to live and love and laugh with this one.
Adore.
Can I legally change my name to debuchonch?
"Hi, Beth, this is debuchonch, Zoe's mom?" she says as she rings up the daycare.
And yes, soccerboy - my gym bud, I forgot your ass. I'm headed back to the gym soon. I've been working out at home in the mornings more often than not. You are still my motherfucker!
Hoyden. I saw you post the other day in OT forum. That baby is just too damn cute. I was thinking back on when you joined and how sad I was to read your journal and about the mc, but when you got preggers, I was just as thrilled as I was when my sis told me.
Ok, only 30 minutes to go & I'm on my way home for more chef-tovers. Mmmm. So much better than ramen and cereal.
But the best part is having someone to come home to and share my Zoe with. I love it. Now someone can see what makes my life so wonderful.
I think I've been abducted by aliens.
"Alcohol gave me wings to fly then it took away the sky." -Anonymous
Minou. Minou. Minou. And this rhymes with I love you.
I miss my IRC friends. I know some are around from the comments they leave.
But I miss my sense of community there. Yes, there were some problems, mostly my own (un)doing, but there were also so many lovely people that I still have never met. People who I feel like they are a part of my life. I read their journals and I feel their heartache. I wish I could hug them every single day.
I never got to say goodbye. I got the boot & didn't get to say goodbye properly. It was a sad death of my journal for me. It was as if my community burned down around me and I had no water. I lit the match and then stood there like a jackass saying "what on earth did I do?" And then it was too late to say goodbye.
I think of you. You sweet souls. A lot. I don't know who is where, but I still lurk. I still read about you and your lives. Don't stop writing, ever.
so holla at a girl once in a while, you buttmunchers!
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Snit and her passion. I smell that candle you gave me every day. One day I will actually use it, but until then I love it because it always reminds me of you. Thanks for the strength. For the knock upside the head when I needed it.
Lori - my secret sister. I love you. Thanks for always being there for me. Your humor when you hurt is inspiring.
Rich - where are you man? I always laugh when I read his journal title.
L D and her housebuying. Don't let anyone fuck with you. You are awesome and still like my lil sister.
Minou and Burns and their lovely love. Don't give up. Please. Because one damn day I will dance at your wedding.
Thorn and her strength (even when she doesn't feel that way, she has always given me some strength). Thanks for my shoutout.
Snert - hang in there my troll, not troll, friend. I was glad to see you write. And I would not have wanted anyone else to have been there with me in the city. You walkin' motherfucka!
Bookie is going to the chapel and she's gonnnnnnnna get married - yay! I *heart* you. My fishing camping dogloving venting girl.
dano and his ups and downs - I always hug you and you'll never know it
G-man and his love for his family and country. You never call... you never write... *smack*
Oldlady and her warmth and kindness and love of nature. I live my country life vicariously through her.
GDW - you are one of the reasons I'll never regret my NYC trip. A lovely wonderful woman. Hang in there. Follow your heart. And be good to yourself. Always wear lipstick.
Pixie and her college quest. You make me giggle.
Aimee and her new life. I love the pics. Your before/after is still on my wall. I will be right there with you one day. I'm so happy for you. I miss you.
Mandel - I miss you chick. And you are so close. Damn. Be strange, but don't be a stranger.
Chelle - I miss you. Are you here? How's married life? Are you bow-legged yet? heh.
*diz* - how is the pg going? I hope well. I hope you are well my silly spunky friend. I love this girl's spark. She is gonna make a hell of a mom.
Mullaney - Sorry you had to babysit. You have enough shit to deal with. (Byegones!)
Benorbeen. I appreciate your support. I like when my email says your name. And miss posting back to you on the forums. You've been cracking me up lately. A guy who never lets them see him sweat.
Fretty & Mo. These are friends that I absolutely miss, but don't think they will ever miss me again. I'm sorry friends. I really am.
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But my world has expanded, and for that I am so very happy.
On to new friends -
Chef baby ... I can't wait for you to rock my world. I am in *adore* with you. Chonch lover! Feed me, fuck me, make me laugh and I'm yours forever. (just so as you don't fuck me into a diabetic coma ... you know this, right?) I guess it's good to date a chef. They have some interesting skills. I can't wait to find out. heh.
Sass, you are a wicked wicked wonderful girl. I'm glad you are around. You make my life and this world a funnier place. I love a chick that can make me snort with 5 words or less. You really do rock it!
Shutterbug, I can't wait for you to be here. Get over the hump girl. I know it's rough, but it will be soon. You need to be here. We need you, you fucking funny ass girl.
Frenchie - you crack my motherfuckin ass up. I love partying with you!
Now. I guess I better work - or I'll end up workin it.
This lack of sleep is fun, but it's turning me into a gayball (singular).
If I missed you, and you are around, holla at a sista. Damn.
And yes, goddamnit, that gayballs golf picture was a fucking classic.
Peace and Prophylatics to you all.
There is nothing nicer than waking up with a sleeping man's hand on your ass.
except maybe having that sleeping man's hand be the thing that wakes you up.
Um.
Sexy.
Sexy Motherfucker.
The snoring is forgiven, but Goddamn, you better make it up to me.
He loves the word chonch. LOVESSSS it. It made him snort when I told him the context of the word. "I don't want to be eating Deb's chonch when I'm kissing Mr. X." (as said by Sassy Sarah)
He also was laughing at the veneral buffet references in the forums.
This makes me dig him so much.
We were just kind of figuring eachother out last night. Talking and laughing and more talking. On sex. I always am up front on the no anal sex thing (remember, I'm ass-o-phobic). He was cool with that. (yay, no more Mr. Butt Boy!)
I then asked him if he was weirdly kinky or something. He played like he was all sad and said, "Does that mean that I can't bring the weedeater, live chickens, and peach preserves?"
How can you not dig a man that was an engineer and then ditched it all to go to culinary school? He's wildly interesting and I don't feel the conversational vacuum that I have been lately with my last round of dates.
He's phoned me three times today and calls me Sugar.
He made Zoe some homemade chocolate chip cookies and I let her eat them for breakfast.
He's creative and charming, but played college football and fishes and stuff. A good mix of metro and macho.
Mostly,
he's
not
a
dick.
Peace and Peach Preserves
(on a live chicken)
And he's coming over tonight. Bringing me leftovers from a fancy dinner they are doing. Seven courses.
This makes four days in a row. Weirdly exciting.
Hopefully he will be able to make my chonch as happy as I am right now.
If I could do a cartwheel, I'd do one in the hallway of my client's office.
chonch
chonch
chonch
He said he can't wait to see me again.
I can't wait to kiss him again.
(and no. he has not had access to the debchonch yet, ya butts!)
heh. yet being the operative word.
I so went with it.
I may be hanging up my single gal heels for a lil' while.
A sexy man with good hands that can cook and kiss is a man worth snatching up.
I'm just sayin.
I'm getting my feet wet. It's new and I'm moving slow. Someone sweet worth moving slow for.
And shut up already, mofos.
sassy sarah: sounds like xxxx is trying to woo you
deb_u_: i know he is
sassy sarah: so go with it asshat
I'm thinking I just might. heh.
This is why I adore Sassy S. She never bullshits you. She is my secret twin and always says what the rest of us fucks are thinking. Except when she says it, it's hysterically funny.
I wish I could share her, but she's too cool for even you.
IP Address: Search: query for 'fretty'
IP Address: Search: query for 'cunt'
Ok, who is this? And why do you want to see that?
Weird. Sad.
Ok, the culprit fessed up. Very innocent.
Just had freaked me a bit.
So what do you do when your friends hate your boyfriend?
Like how much shit or what kind of shit does he have to do to get in the doghouse with your friends? Or out of the doghouse? How far is too far? (For me abuse is too far - verbal or physical.)
Unfortunately it seems your friends only hear the bad shit about the guy. Or they hear your troubles when you break up.
But they don't ever hear about when the guy is making you feel beautiful. Or the kind and sweet and funny/quirky things he does. You know, when he isn't being a fucking dickhead.
And then when you breakup and they talk shit about him and commiserate with you, but you never forget what they said. Stuff like, "Yeah, I never did trust him and don't think I ever can." or "he's a sexist asshole." or "I'd never let any dude pull that shit on me."
Once it's out there, you can't take it back. A lesson I have learned and is one of the very few things I do regret in my life now. And fuck. Fuck Fuck Fuck about that.
Anyway, just has been something I've been thinking about lately.
And yeah, I still miss that Goddamn Dr. E. I miss his ass every single day. In a way no one but me can understand.
Because he was kind and did make me feel beautiful and special. When he wasn't being distant and ... oh you all know all the other crap.
Cause you are my secret girlfriends, you know?
I miss writing. Too much work at work lately. I'll try to be better. I also have my old journal [thanks Mullaney] and will attempt to finish the archives one of these days. I don't have dates on the entries, so after Dec. 2003 is kind of a mystery.
It needs to be done to complete my head.
*smooches to Sassy Sarah, bookie, minou, snit, dano, g-man, GDW, L(space)D*
Who else is here? It's so quiet I hear fucking crickets when I type.
Peace and Petunias to you all.
Oh. By the way.
The end:
[quote from Mullaney]
I'm not sure why you are showing up on the user list [reported to me by a friend of mine]. I haven't lifted the ban. I don't think I'm going to lift it either. I was disappointed with some of the things you said about us on your new site and think it's best to leave the ban in place.
[end of the end of the end of the end. period.]
Can you blame him?
I can't.
I had thought a small glimmer existed that the actual Debster was still remembered more than the cunt Deb_u. Because some of you still love me and I know that. And I love you all the more for it.
And yeah. I am pretty upset, but I'm not going to tell you.
Because you all knew it anyway.
I can't stand the news. Republicans, democrats; you are all fucking driving me nuts. Everyone just wants to fight. Or talk shit. Damn.
This war is some messed up shit whether you believe it was justified or not. No one can tell me this is going well. No one can tell me that those soldiers posing with Mr. Panty Head didn't think it was hella funny at the time. Glad that wasn't your fucking dad, you assholes.
Oh, I hate Matt Lauer and Katie Couric, by the way. The were so damn rude to Guliani this morning it was unbelievable. I wanted to shout at the TV... save the hard hitting journalism for real journalists. Not for someone who discusses the benefits of box toed shoes vs. pointy toed or hosts Englebert Humperdink in the street for a concert.
I finally couldn't take anymore.
So what do I do?
I play hooky. Zoe played hooky with me too.
Because when I wake up, all I want to do is snuggle and watch Sesame Street and Mr. Rogers with my zbaby.
Because that makes all well with the world.
Will this either a) turn her into a delinquent as I'm teaching her to avoid the world? or b) make her a well rounded person because hanging with your mom once in a while for a MommyZoe day is good for your soul?
We ate cereal out of the same bowl, went and saw the Mary-Kate and Ashley movie (she loved it, I thought it was cute) and then we made some oatmeal raisin cookies) Later I picked up my bro-in-law at the emergency room because he nearly broke his ankle and my sister's kiddo was asleep, so we went over there and hung out. Pizza. Movie. Kids playing tents. It was sweet.
But I'm sure some smartass will tell me I'm a bad mom. Because it's not like I don't feel guilt all the time anyway. Or that I'm a ranting lunatic - because my journal is so full of venom and you really love Katie Couric *rolls eyes.*
You know what? I'm going back to bed, you fuckers.
Because every day should be MommyZoe day. And because I know that to be true is what makes me a good mom. And besides, Zoe loves me "for infinity minutes."
Peace and Pumpkins to ya.
As far as the "hooky" thing.
I actually have some weird eye thing going, but that's beside the point of this little lovefest. I may have gotten some infection from swimming in our funky pool or I have eye cancer. Who knows?
It doesn't look like pinkeye and isn't really red. It's a bit swollen, but mostly is just kind of sore. I didn't feel like driving in because it really hurts.
My leg is weirding out too. Could be from kickboxing or that dancing in high heels we all did, but it feels like it did when I had a hairline fracture in my shin in college.
Oh, and my ass sure shouldn't be this fat as much as I work out. Damn. I'm falling apart. I'm not even 40 yet.
I seriously don't feel like I will see 40, but that's because I'm fucking falling apart, see?
And then there were none.
Why anyone from the IRC that wasn't a friend of mine is reading this journal is beyond me. Sometimes people amaze me.
My life is so boring in the ways that would truly interest anyone that didn't really know me so I can't understand why any of you are roaming on this part of the internet. There are so many other cool places. You must really be bored.
Those of you that know me, know what's really in my head. And I appreciate and miss you terribly. And the only part of my old journal that I do miss was our sense of community. The randoms. The off-topic journalers. You know what we were, and I bet you kind of miss it too. Even the flash in the pan unknowns who start their journals and just fade out.
One day I might find that sense of community. Until now, I dare to write on my own.
So be prepared to be bored.
Be strange, but don't be a stranger you goobs!
I got my journal. Thanks. No dates or old headlines, but I'm still grateful. Was starting to weird me out after the third email that someone might have been impersonating you.
Keep on moderating, dude.
Mondays
Yawn!
Catching up on my movies lately. Babysat all day on Saturday for the under four crowd (Happy Birthday to my nephew!!)
Yay for potty training too. No more man-dumps for my nephew. Makes babysitting a bit easier when there's only one in diapers. He's still a curious george all the time though, so you have to watch him like a hawk.
Still no journal. I'm trying to be patient, but now it just makes me laugh. I was so scandalous that I had to get removed? My journal was lame. Mostly about Zoe and all the boring stuff I do. Man, it's all so gay.
Thank God Zoe's been entertaining as of late. She's so damn funny.
Too much work to do, but wanted to say hi.
So hi you motherfuckers.
"Calm down. I have been out of town and not had a chance to go through my email. You will get a copy of your journal via email within the week.
Posted by mullaney at May 11, 2004 01:52 PM"
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Ok, y'all. See. See. This is the Mullaney I knew and secretly / not so secretly love(d.) He's the man. Seriously. On that site when people were trippin', he used to come in and like drop the calm bomb on the place.
I don't blame him for banning me. Or for not wanting my journal on his site. The whole NYC situation was like a splat of vomit that no one wanted to deal with. But I think it's gone a bit extreme. I'm not an axe murderer. sheesh. My journal wasn't THAT bad. But I guess people didn't really get it. Or why I was writing it. Because only I saw / knew what I was writing about.
But my journal didn't differentiate between who I was writing about, so I guess it became a big deal (and yes, I'm still having big issues with Zoe's dad but just can't write about them AT ALL).
As this one is plain as day about who I am talking about, so I'm fairly sure the ban will stand - um... obviously he found this place, how/why ... well that's just weird to me. Someone complained? Cry babies. Stay out then. I'm off the IRC forever, what more do you want?
Why have I been mentioning them? Because I honestly think/thought Jed's g/f was writing stories about me. (there were like 3 or 4 different ones - ask me and I can link you to that shit if you don't believe me.)
She's stopped, so I will too. And it's all been so damn stupid. I never really got to say anything about it. And I never complained about the stories from her journal. Because I don't really care if she calls me a supreme bitch of all time. But the Tawny story. Jesus on a cracker. That story is either a) about me or b) the queerest shit I've ever read.
I guess it just pisses me off that I got banned for something she still was doing. So passive aggressive of her. And he insults people left and right, and it's all "humorous." And me. Well I was just a bitch. Right?
Big woopty doo. It's not like that's the only forum around. And it's not like I even belonged there in the first place. So oh well.
Some of my old forum friends have disowned me. Again, I guess I can't blame them. They only know me from online. From my rants. But they haven't been in touch much, and they don't really see that it's just online. The don't remember the person I am. The person they all knew before my trip to New York. Guess they don't care enough to remember who I am.
She's still here. That is who I truly truly am. That is who I will always be. Why? Because I'm completely and will always be driven by one one one thing:
My kid.
My life is all about Zoe. Taking care of her. Taking care of me so I can take care of her. And loving her as much as I can. And making sure she knows that I love her more than anything.
Not all this crap about anyone or NYC. That's all gayballs. Retarded. And more drama and crap than it should be. And...um... fucking lame and STOOPID! And not worth any more of my time.
My daughter does not know the ranting debbitching Deb. Because she never sees that.
And how is that? Because ... um ... duh. That's what this place is for. Because no one but the journal sees that. When will you all understand? I'm not going to try to convince you either. If you can't understand that, then you really don't want to understand. You'd rather try to judge me and presume a lot about me. And get all upset and hurt about what I say instead of trying to figure out why I'm saying it, and that maybe I actually have a reason to be saying it.
Those of you that are still my friends know. You all really know.
Sexy sexy motherfuckers all of you.
My journal. It's part of my life, but it's not my life. (And remember ... it's cheaper than therapy and takes up less time).
There's a world out there, and Zoe and I are vibing in it.
Because Zoe truly thinks the world belongs to her. And I'm going to do everything possible to see that she never thinks differently.
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But I do completely freak when it comes to my journal. Seriously. It's because I didn't write a word for seven years. Seven years. The entire time I was married. Stifled. I didn't paint or write and I closed myself off from my world.
Then I started writing again. And it was like... woah. Here she is. Remember her?
And this is why I need to make sure I back my shit up.
Duh!
Thanks Mullaney.
It really does mean a lot to me.
Ok, I think maybe now the moderator from my journal site is making it look like I am trying to go behind his back or something :( I really am not. I don't want back on that site because I know he doesn't like me (or my actions or whatever??)
I sent him an email right when I found that my journal was gone. I asked him if there was any way to get a copy of it or find it so that I could finish archiving. No reply.
My NYC friend Benorbeen then posted a thread on my behalf asking if anyone had a copy in their cache of my journal. The moderator posted that I should just email him directly to resolve this and then immediately closed (locked) that thread. Uh. I had.
I then emailed him again.
No reply. None again today.
I emailed for the third time. I am going to give up if he doesn't reply :(
This just sucks ass. I don't know what his beef is with me. I even donated $50 to the Howard Dean campaign on his behalf (as I was going to paypay it to the journal site, but he told me to give it to Dean instead.) I also brought him a Texas T-shirt when I went to NYC to thank him for all that he does with that site.
I had always liked him. Really. He usually is so cool. And I always had a secret/not so secret crush on him. He's funny and always level headed. Now, I think he just wants me to disappear. Which was what I was trying to do.
Now. My journal is gone. And there are like 500 more craptastic journals on the archives there, but I guess mine is too sucky to stay? Man. My feelings are kind of hurt on this one.
Guess it doesn't pay to piss off some people.
Oh well. Debutaunt.com will live on. And cunts will always be cunts. (no, I'm not saying the moderator is one ... I just know that he's friends with Jed the Jackhole and maybe he is pissed at me for talking smack. Or Jed the big baby complained about me??)
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woo hoo. One of the secrets has been revealed.
My sexy, sassy Irish friend, *dizzy* is having a baby. I'm so excited for that cute young thing. I'll have to keep you all posted on her progress.
She really is a doll. I'm so happy for her!!!
Anyway, work is busy. So I have to go.
I miss you fuckers! I want to write some more to alieviate some of this sadness over the death of my old journal. I swear that just bites if it's all gone.
Peace and Paprika for all of you!
Well I was taking my sweet time archiving my old journal, but the liberal/fascist decided I guess that it was too controversial and removed it??? (or something - it's completely gone and he didn't even archive it on his site & there are like 700 archived journals.)
What the fuck??
Now I am missing from December through April 2004.
I am really sad about this. I never thought Mr. Liberal would actually remove my journal. I thought he was a cooler guy than that.
I am curious as to why, nearly a month after the whole banning thing, he decided to remove my journal. Most of it was about my dating or Zoe or just all the boring stuff that makes up my life.
Some of it was about the jerk and his new girlfriend, but that was less than two weeks out of a year of writing. Fuck. Whatever.
I'm sure it's somewhere. But I'm equally sure I'll never see it again.
And neither will any of you.
Freedom of speech, my ass. Just as long as you don't piss of the wrong people, right? Just like the Bush protestors that get pushed far away from him - out of the range or whatever.
Guess Jed can insult to his heart's desire, but God forbid you say a mean thing about that jackhole ...
Damnit. I don't want back on that forum. But I do want my journal. (although I guess it really is Mr. Liberal's site, so I guess it's HIS journal and he can do whatever the fuck he wants. I seriously thought he was a bit more impartial.)
Ok. Damn all this work!
Zoe told me to throw away Baby Jack's cage, but that we had to wrap him up in a little blankie and keep him on top of the television because he would soon wake up. She was really believing that.
So I had to be stealth. (and gross)
When she fell asleep, I took the entire cage, with the stiff hamster, and went and tossed it into the dumpster.
"God keep you little Baby Jack."
It was the creepiest thing I have ever done. It was quiet and dark and the cage broke when I threw it in. (as there was no easy way to place it in there).
I would have rather had a little funeral, but I live in an apartment and didn't want to bury it anywhere where it could be dug up. (not to mention having to touch a dead hamster - icky dance!)
We also have wild animals around (skunks, snakes, wolves and raccoons), so I didn't want any of them to get him either. Best that the landfill be the last resting place of Baby Jack.
Zoe didn't notice that the cage was missing. I put a bunch of crosses where it was. I'm going to tell her God took Baby Jack to hamster heaven.
But I'm still kinda pukey about the whole thing.
I could never be an outdoorswoman like my friend Bambooki. Although she makes living in West Virginia sound so awesome. She's awesome.
Ok. Work today. I'm still half asleep though. Shit.
Big hugs and much love go out to SugarSnit too. I love you my dear. Keep remembering to be good to yourself. It will bring you peace. Take care and do nice things today.
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On my no-Zoe Friday night off, I stayed in bed. I wasn't in the mood for company (even though I got a few offers), and still wasn't feeling well, so I rented a bunch of movies.
Kill Bill (kinda cool)
Win a Date With Tad Hamilton (gay, but I liked it - the dude that plays Tad is fucking HOT)
Matchstick Men (I liked it more than I thought)
Pieces of April (I was impressed with Katie Holmes. I liked this one)
Under the Tuscan Sun (Didn't like this one as much as I wanted to)
I also went to go see Mean Girls (over hyped. I wish I had seen it before people said how great it was)
It was an all around Blockbuster weekend for me. I'm so lame.
Question:
Kind of based on Mean Girls. Just because you are a woman, why should I have any kind of bonding experience or be nice(er) to you? We should be sistagirlfriends because you have a pussy?
I am nice to all people regardless of what you look like, race, gender, etc.
But if you do something shitty or are a dick, regardless of what you look like, race, gender, etc., I'm going to think you are a cunt.
I asked someone this weekend (he's Black)... Are you or should you be nicer to Black people simply because they share your skin color? Even when they act like fucking idiots?
Why on earth should I like women simply because we share the same sex organs? Not all of us experience life the same. We may share some common experiences, but my life is very different than the female CEO who has a nanny. Or I may have more in common with a working man than I do a stay home mom.
So don't think I'm pro-pussy simply cause you got one. You still can be a bigger dick than most men, so honey, I don't owe you SHIT just because we share the same plumbing.
I'm such a douche.
The cat.
1. She's GOT to go. Six days and she's going to the shelter.
why?
2. She killed our hamster, Baby Jack.
3. She is keeping me from sleeping. A fate worse than death.
I'm actually more torn up about it than Zoe is. Zoe said, "We should kick that cat's butt." I bet she will cry soon. She's very dramatic that way. (I swear she will win an Oscar someday.)
I think I'm upset because I've been really careful to keep Baby Jack locked in the bathroom. When Zoe and I got home from church, the bathroom door was open & I know I closed it. Zoe was the first to notice that Baby Jack wasn't moving. That hamster never did a damn thing to anyone. He just ate and slept and ran in his wheel. I know it's a food chain thing, but fuck. Baby Jack shouldn't have to pay because I can't find a place for that fucking cat.
The cat. Well she's up all night. I wake up at weird hours to hear stuff crashing around. She sleeps all day and then when we go to bed, it's playtime. She also meows for no reason at about 6:15 every Goddamn morning. Even on the days I get a chance to sleep in. Fucking cat. I want her gone. She's making me all grouchy and tired.
She also stinks. That cat box stinks even when I clean it every day. She's getting hair all over and ripping up our chairs. You can't tell now, but if she keeps it up, they will look fucked. They are antiques too. Not like I could even fix them.
A friend of mine is allergic to cats. Now he can't come over. That sucks it. He's hella cool & fun, and the cat is hella not cool and hella not fun.
RIP Baby Jack.
Fuck you, you fucking cat!
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Happy Mother's Day to me....
Zoe made me a bunch of stuff for mother's day at school. One is a plaster of paris heart with her little handprint in it - painted pink. It's adorable. She made me open is all up on Friday cause she couldn't wait for me to see it.
I don't think I could love that child any more. She's my heart.
We went to church & it was packed like an Easter Sunday. All the moms had corsages and stuff. Zoe and I went to Taco Cabana. I had a mother's day breakfast taco - yay!
I usually celebrate Father's Day by taking myself out as well.
Happy Mother's Day.
I'm off to the dumster with the dead hamster.
ewwwwwwww
There are just way too many sexy motherfuckers around to even explain.
And welcome my former OT Journal friends. It feels kinda lonely here without you all, but I love you the same.
Peace and peaches for everyone.
Scene:
drive thru - last night. Placate Zoe with some frozen yogurt.
drive thru chick has some blazing red hair
Dialogue:
"Mommy she has RED hair." (said with her little Texas twang - like hay urrr)
Mommy just got fantastic highlights a few days prior.
"What color is Mommy's hair?"
"Gravy. Gravy and black."
"Gravy? What do you mean gravy?"
"You know, gravy. Like with potatoes."
"So what about the front part?"
"Oh yeah. Lello (yellow). Lello, gravy and black."
Good to know my head is part of the food group.
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I love Zoe's little voice. She got the loveliest little Texasy twang. And she sounds soooo cute. I love it when she says Mommyyyyyyyy when I come pick her up from school.
She runs right at me and nearly knocks me down.
I'm off to go get her little self.
"I love you more than all the stars, Mommy."