Love's Bitch

At least I am woman enough to admit it

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Sunday, June 24, 2001 Well the end of the world can come now, My husband, Phoenix has created a homepage. If you'd like to see it, it's Right in the Bahoogies I will be linking him with my other links in a few minutes. I went to a Vamp Larp in Downtown Indy last night after the Wraith game and was saddened to notice the outragious twinking that ran rampant in the game, and then of course also the fact that frankly there is no Masquerade. We walked down the canal path and found the group within 5 minutes, there was absolutely no question that these were gamers, and that was without seeing a single challenge, a single game book or even hearing a single spoken word. We were told that we could only play ghouls because they had a clan cap, gen cap, and influence cap in place, Whatever, I saw at least 5 ghouls playing and that's a worse breach of the game masquerade than having one too many Gangrel. We left. We left talking with such pride about our game since we don't have wimpy ST's that give us easy outs like *I'm using my police influence right now to prevent the police from coming down here, is that cool?* and the reply *Sure, no police will be here tonite* Ha! That and when a character up on a raised mesanine said to the crowd below, *Hey I am screaming at the top of my lungs right now* and Not ONE single character reacted to that information at all. If I ever in my life ever said anything rude or mean about the Whispers staff, players, roleplaying or game site, I take it all back right now, because trust me, there are no public bathrooms on the canal walk in downtown Indy at Midnight. Transcribed in accordance with the Prophecy by: Angela at 8:16 PM [edit]

Thursday, June 21, 2001 I was sitting here online waiting for Phoenix my hubby to get home, chatting on AIM with my friend Joel, and he told me that he was sending me a poem. He writes really insightful stuff that he puts on his site (Hollowshell in my link list) I told him I was going to post the poem here in honor of his work. The poem was Written for me and for my game character Katya, but sometimes the line between the two gets thin. Survival of the fittest let it slide out those accented words dripping with blatant honesty just pretend left in this world of gods and monsters you live unlike your other you live does the sunlight hold its majesty back from you your tattooed wrists marked for all to see others who reject you don't see you for what you are that mask tears down in front of my eyes and I can see those clouded eyes the wicked smile hiding bitter tears from long nights protective, the mother with her cub and yet viscious as any night stalker here in the 'big city' I can see you can you see me? I stand as always, I am here for you as you are here for me "I see blood, everywhere" -Shadow Dancer- Transcribed in accordance with the Prophecy by: Angela at 9:27 PM [edit]

Well, I didn't get any work done on my teeth Tuesday, Aflac Sucks!!!! Tell all your friends that Aflac is the most godawful crappy insurance in the known universe!!! So Wednesday bright and fucking early Jason drove me down to Franklin to a place that does nothing but make dentures and pull teeth. A little fluffy woman with an angel's face and a blacksmith's arms took good care of me. And she gave me Vicoden!!!! Even with the drugs, My jaw is very sore right now. I know, I can hear James say *Whine whine whine* But then, he has perfect teeth and most likely grew up with Floride in the water and routine checkups. Not me. Last night I ate baby rice cereal with cinnamon and sugar tossed into it, and some Egg drop soup. Today I wanted MEAT!! It took just short of forever to chew the damn thing but I ate a hamburger. I may not eat anything else today simply because my jaw is sore, but gods that thing tasted wonderful. Transcribed in accordance with the Prophecy by: Angela at 5:29 PM [edit]

Monday, June 18, 2001 Wow, I am not any better than my friends at keeping a regular update on this thing. Let's see, worked on the Whisper's site again and again and again, finding out that I haven't been given all the information I need to do the job but trying to do it anyway. Got Phoenix a reversible drill for father's day, I hope he likes it. Talked to Drew today, he's not having fun up north. Talked to Jason today, nothing much to say there. Connor is home for the summer and is driving me mostly crazy, but I will deal. I have to go to the dentist tommorrow, and I hate that, I am not looking forward to it, but once I get these broken back teeth out, maybe I can start saving to get my front ones fixed. That's all. Transcribed in accordance with the Prophecy by: Angela at 4:23 PM [edit]

Sunday, June 10, 2001 Drove to game alone and drove home alone. Jeanne and Jason had other after game plans that did not include a prudish old fart like myself. I don't quite get it, but I am feeling very isolated lately, like the whole world is kind of edging me out. Weird, and as James would say *So Angsty* So, other than being *Angst-a-Liscious* I am just me. Transcribed in accordance with the Prophecy by: Angela at 1:44 PM [edit]

Friday, June 08, 2001 Dimitri is out of the hospital, they never could figure out what was wrong. I spent far too many hours last night rewriting html code for the game site, I would say I need a life, but that doesn't even begin to cover it. *grin*. Connor has an award ceremony today as this is his last day as a second grader, I will of course be there, smiling for him with all the other parents in the gym. I love my son, but the idea of sitting in that hot gym talking pleasantries with the other parents makes me want to barf, but for my son, I am there, polite, humorous, speaking the drawling dialect of Appalacha/Hoosier with the best of them. A small word on Accents, I get teased sometimes in the game I play since my character has a thick russian accent, The fact is, I have always been able to mimic the way people talk, so the 'Russian' is just one of many ways I can speak. I am also very able to pull off a decent array of dialects, but my personal favorite is: Down home Hoosier. You simply cannot make yourself understood in my neighborhood if you don't have a 'beer drinkin, wrestlin watchin, race lovin," Good old boy accent. It also helped much during my time as a long term health worker. A large portion of the residents in most Indiana Nursing homes will not respond to you unless you great them with *Hey there sweet thang, how y'all doin today?" I find myself wanting to wash my mouth out just to get rid of the sour aftertaste of ignorance. Does that sound conceited to you? It does to me. Transcribed in accordance with the Prophecy by: Angela at 9:44 AM [edit]

Tuesday, June 05, 2001 Well, my friend Ellen and her hubby got the house they wanted. So we went over to see it. Then Pizza, then Meijers, where Dimitri had a dizzy spell fell and had to be taken out on a gurney, Shit!! So some good energy for the family. Transcribed in accordance with the Prophecy by: Angela at 1:23 AM [edit]

Sunday, June 03, 2001 Well, let's see, school is almost over for the year for Connor, I don't know whether to be pleased or appalled. I kind of like having the 8 hour babysitter, but then he will be spending a good fat lot of his time over at Austin and Cody's. Life has gotten so odd lately in the game situation that I am starting a new blog just for my damn game character, If you don't care about my stupid little game, don't follow that link. Transcribed in accordance with the Prophecy by: Angela at 2:04 PM [edit]