Love's Bitch

At least I am woman enough to admit it

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Sunday, May 27, 2001 wow, Blogger was offline for days and days, it said I wasn't allowed to view it and all sorts of other crap, and then when I could view it it said it was gone. Shit!!! I have spent far too much time and effort on this thing to have it just go away like that. I felt ill, like I had lost something precious. I know that this stupid journal is just a twisted form of Cyber-Meta-Physio-Masterbation, but somehow it's become kind of important to have a place that I can put some of the weird shit that flitters through my overcrowded dirty mind. I have really missed being able to log on and dump out the clutter, even if I do delete it 5 minutes later. So, I'm Back!!!!! Transcribed in accordance with the Prophecy by: Angela at 1:57 AM [edit]

Tuesday, May 22, 2001 Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday dear Bri!!!! Happy Birthday to You!!!!! I would give you a gift if I had one to give, but instead I will simply give you my smart-assed Happy Birthday and a poem dedicated to your not mourned Him! He shattered my heart and stomped it into the ground Therefore, He must die! Like it? It's revealing yet hopeful. *very evil grin* Transcribed in accordance with the Prophecy by: Angela at 9:05 AM [edit]

Sunday, May 20, 2001 °Do you have the time, to listen to me whine, about nothing and everything all at once? I am one of those melodramatic fools, Neurotic to the bone, no doubt about it. Sometimes I give myself the creeps, sometimes my mind plays tricks on me. It all keeps adding up, I think I'm cracking up. And am I just paranoid, or am I stoned?° The previous musical rant was brought to you by my mood lately. Here's the deal, I am a gamer, I game. I am also a mom, I mom. I am also a wife, I wife. For the game I am a webmistress, therefore I mistress. Whispers in the night I don't know squat about HTML or CSS or FTP. I am learning it as fast as I can. But the demand is very high for perfection. I don't mind that. I am a perfectionist anyway, and wouldn't want anything less. But I didn't start this project alone. I was not the only one who held a hand up at the Herot and said I would shoulder the burden. But here I am alone, getting private emails and public message board demands that I try to keep up with, and feel like I am failing. So pardon me while I whine for a moment or two longer. I want the website to be perfect, but I am only a feeble human with a life to live. I have an astonishingly gifted Son who needs me to go to bat for him. His standardized Test results came back this week. My 7 year old son is reading at a ninth grade level!!! His Language skills are at the level of 12+ He is bored to death and getting in trouble. So, all the gamers and and webdesign fans, Know that He comes before the correct spelling and Status of characters on the website. I will do it all give me time. As soon as I can I will post Rumors even if I have to make the damn things up. So there. I feel better. Transcribed in accordance with the Prophecy by: Angela at 11:56 PM [edit]

Wednesday, May 16, 2001 I did something a bit drastic today. I got my hair cut. Okay, I only got about an inch taken off the back, but I got it layered a bit so my curls can come back, All my life, I have wanted straight hair, hating my curls, and then when I get straight hair, I want the curls back, what a joke!! I paid the phone bill today, Phoenix managed to rack up almost $150!!! Last month was almost $200!!! And Here I sit and feel guilty for spending $10 for a damn haircut. Phooey!!! Other than that, life has been pretty dull, cleaning house sucks and I hate doing it. Doing dishes sucks and I hate doing them. Folding laundry really sucks, so I just sort of don't do that at all. I miss having deep conversations with my friends. They either aren't online, or just won't talk to me anymore. And even when I do see them, the whole of the talk seems to stay in a totally unsatisfactory shallow level. Is it me? Am I pulling away from these people just like I have done many times over the years to many friends? I love gaming, and I even enjoy talking about game to a certain point, but beyond that, I want more. I need more, I deserve more than just surface dweller How's that weather? crap talk. So, anyone who may read this drivel and insult it or call it self-satisfying, cyber-masterbation. If you too are sick of the shallow end of the pool, I'll be over by the diving board where things are deeper. Transcribed in accordance with the Prophecy by: Angela at 6:13 PM [edit]

Saturday, May 12, 2001 Wow once a week, and I am still posting more often than my friends. Not much to say this week, Phoenix went to Iowa to visit with his family. I tried Mountain Dew Code Red, It basically sucks just as badly as the regular stuff. I have not been able to make even one damn copy of the Succubus club. ARG!!! Mike's hard Lemonade Rocks! must buy more. My game character may die tonite, but I'll live darn it. I got a fencing foil and helmet. Jeanne got the other foil and jacket and vest and stuff, All we need do now is find another helmet and if possible a couple pistol grips for the foils. I am fast approaching lethal eh? My hair, what to say? Oh yeah, it's hair, stay tuned for details. My fake Zippo broke and I am just a tad shitty about that, but that's what I get for being cheap. Well, I have much to do and precious little time to do it in, so, Cheers! Blogger decided not to publish this until Monday, darn it, but the thought is the same Transcribed in accordance with the Prophecy by: Angela at 11:29 AM [edit]

Saturday, May 05, 2001 You know, I go to the pages of my friends and wonder why they never update their stuff, and then it occurs to me that maybe I should update my own stuff once in a while and quit bitching. So, here is an update. Everytime I wash my hair, this red stuff flows out like a horror movie, but my hair just keeps getting darker red. Creepy. I will never combine Smirnoff Ice and Woodchuck again! Bad Idea. I am reading far too much about 'Wraith' to assist a friend in a game's birth. My car makes funny sputter noises when I drive it, and sometimes I am having trouble finding First Gear. I Hope that my brother gets the stupid Nylon bushings from Germany so he can replace my Clutch/shifter soon. I spent the last 2 days babysitting a friend's new baby, I am so glad Connor is 7!!! I went and saw *The Mummy Returns* Imhotep still looks like my friend Greg, But just like the last movie, He dies. *The Rock* is in that movie, and he basically sucks, he shouldn't quit his night job. Having a natural scientist for a son is cool, except when you end up having an arguement about the Anatomic structure of the Scorpion King vs. the structure of a "true" Scorpion in the middle of a movie theatre. My new CD burner doesn't work very well, so I am having huge troubles making copies of *Songs from the Succubus Club* for my friends, But they will happen dammit!!! Even though tonite isn't /really/ a game night, it kind of is, so I am going to be wearing my "Katya clothes". It's no problem really, they are very comfy. I hate it when my husband Phoenix has to work out of town on Saturdays, I miss him alot. There you go, One Update, I hope it is all you ever hoped and dreamed it would be. Transcribed in accordance with the Prophecy by: Angela at 11:14 AM [edit]