Love's Bitch

At least I am woman enough to admit it

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Thursday, December 20, 2001 I woke up this morning with the taste of kisses in my mouth. Not my husband's. In fact it was because of a dream, but due to the impact of it, I am putting it here rather than in my dream log. I will not name a name since I fear he may read this blog and be horrified, or at the very least grossed way the fuck out. So, if you had a dream of sitting in a Chinese Resturant in Muncie and acting out HUGE PDA's with me, Be afraid, be very afraid because I had the same dream and woke up with the taste of you on my lips. Oh, and please for the love of god, Do NOT cut your hair like that, it looked like shit. P.D.A. for the innocent is: Public Displays of Affection. Something that if you know me at all, you know I will not do. Transcribed in accordance with the Prophecy by: Angela at 10:01 AM [edit]

Tuesday, December 18, 2001 I have been messing with my blogger templates lately and have been trying to find a better text colour for my daily blog. I like this dark dark purple, but I would guess that it might be a bit hard to read for you guys. Not like you really read it anyway. I don't really know why I bothered installing blogback on this thing anyway since this blog is rather like an information desert. Come one! Come all! Read with joy the pedantic whinings of an angst filled 30something wanna be!!!! Man, I am sounding more and more like some kind of Chick Charlie Brown. Of all the Charlie Browns in the world, you are the Charlie Brownest Dear Gods! Save me from GirlCrack!!!!!!!! Transcribed in accordance with the Prophecy by: Angela at 11:00 AM [edit]

Friday, December 14, 2001 For the past 2 weeks I have seen my father damn near every day. I know he is the guy that gave me life and all that jazz, but JEEZE!!! I may kill him myself if I have to be trapped in a car alone with him for one more fucking day! Thank all the gods that tommorrow is Saturday and Mom can deal with him. I have more than a little respect for any woman that could live with someone like him for over 30 years and not smother him in his sleep. If I EVER get like that, please someone just shoot me. It seriously takes alot to embarass me, but that fool makes me want to just drop dead. He is worse now than he ever was when I was a kid, I think he is really losing his marbles. Dealing with him is similar to the work I did in the Locked unit at the nursing home for the ambulatory dementia residents. Thank goodness I know how to deal with him, and redirect him and even sometimes get him to shut the hell up for a minute. I Know I talk too much, mostly as a protective behavior to keep people at arm's length, but Damn! He makes me seem like a silent wisp. I am 32 years old and I have learned that there are Some subjects you just really don't start on in public. Things like: Politics Religion Parenting Hatred of Racing/Wrestling/whatever other damn stupid sport Hoosiers like Open Disgust with the Human Race Hatred of whatever Holiday is closest Has Rod learned these things??? NOPE!!!! He will stand in a damn bed shop in a mall and say horrible things about Rush Limbaugh, and Osama Bin Laden comparing the two in loud graphic words and phrases. Whether they are true or not, is not really important. The woman just wants to sell you a bed, not hear your damn life story. I Don't hate the holidays really. It's just the people. Transcribed in accordance with the Prophecy by: Angela at 2:53 PM [edit]