Love's Bitch

At least I am woman enough to admit it

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Tuesday, March 26, 2002 Sorry I haven't added anything to this in a while, It's been a rather introspective few days for me. Been going with the idea that *enough is enough* but thankfully haven't had to test it out since Friday. Speaking of.......... Well I'm still here, I survived, but the pen damn near didn't. When I am in a position that I feel might stress me out, I tend to drag out a notebook and pen and write, I wasn't planning on taking notes, but that's just what I ended up doing. It kept my mouth shut and insured that I didn't look more the fool than I already do. The weather has gone all Indiana here, one day warm enough for a light jacket (mother got me a new one since she hated my old one) and the next I am bundled up in my long leather coat with the lining and a fleece vest besides! Connor is wearing a pair of faux glasses these days, they look rather like Harry Potter's and he got them for his birthday from a family friend. He looks so cute, but I really hope he never needs glasses like his father and I do. So, gentle readers, I did in fact survive, with perhaps some tiny scrap of my dignity left. But I have been once again informed of my place in the universe and like it has done in the past, my place chafes my soul. Oh well, I guess the world needs ditch diggers too eh?? Transcribed in accordance with the Prophecy by: Angela at 7:48 AM [edit]

Wednesday, March 20, 2002 Pariahland, Here I come!!!!! Yes kids that's how it's going to be from here on in. I have been officially lowered to the same status as that of the aformentioned "oblivious idiot" It seems that for over a year, all I have done is complain, and bitch, and have apparently given nothing positive to anything in the entire fucking world. I will freely admit that this journal has often become the platform for my gripes. But bare in mind that it's MY journal, and thus Mine to do with as I see fit. What seems to be so easily forgotten is anything good, constructive, positive, or useful I have given to those around me. I guess the quote was right *If You don't toot your own horn, You'll never get tooted* So, How about this little ditty? a Nationally viewed website (that no one likes mind you, never mind that the format is fine, the colors are groovy, and the content is what I was told to put there) a Local website (that most people like) Doing routine updates to both sites, Including doing a job that has been "done" by at least 3 others over the last year and 6 months that hasn't been DONE by anyone but me! Founding member of a group, Assisting with a convention Cleaning up after said convention Working Check-in Doing Post gather clean up Picking up slack when staff members go missing Pet food contributions stuffed Animal contributions Working at Habitat for humanity shovelling dirt all day in the cold, taking time out to photograph others working as well for the websites. Well, that's all I can think of right now, and since I have to go to work I can't sit here and ponder the issue. I am not asking for Kudos, or pats on the back, I don't mind doing the work, But remember these things when you decide to Dump on me. Also remember that I have a LIFE I am a wife, and a mother, and an employee, and a housekeeper, and a bill payer, and a PTA member, and a number of other things that should come first in my life, before my *little hobby* So, I complain sometimes, I know, it's unappealing, I am not the only person alive that complains, But I seem to be the fucking free target for doing it. So, I am putting the world on notice........ I am Not going to continue to be the universe's Ass Monkey, and You had better watch your damn mouth around me. Transcribed in accordance with the Prophecy by: Angela at 7:32 AM [edit]

Tuesday, March 12, 2002 AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Boy what a week!!!!! I am still here, but only by the bloody nubs of my fingernails. No big details, I am lacking the language skills to express the disgust I am feeling at this moment. It's bad enough that an oblivious idiot chooses to make an ass of himself in a public forum, but someone I thought was an understanding friend in a moment of *brain numbness* tried to help and really managed to make it worse and make me look like a bigger fool than I already am. Notice to the world!!!! I don't need help looking stupid!!! I can do fine all by myself. Transcribed in accordance with the Prophecy by: Angela at 1:48 PM [edit]

Wednesday, March 06, 2002 Been working, been avoiding stuff I don't wanna deal with, and most fun, Been sick!!!!!! Took Connor to the Dentist, No cavities!! yeah for him. Now if only I could say the same thing........... My car has an attitude thing going and sometimes he just decides that I really don't need to go wherever it is that I want to go, so he won't start. Well I showed him today, I got out and push started his little volkswagon golf ass!! hahahahaha Now my left shoulder is sore *pout* So, Did the Indy game thing last weekend and nothing happened. You heard me NOTHING You can't have a game if no one shows up. That's it, end of story, thanks for playing, see you later. The Muncie game is this weekend and I find myself looking forward to it with dread. I have been accused of being a big fat Twink character, I have in the past even been accused of cheating, But that hasn't happened in a while. You can't be called a cheater if nobody role plays with you. I shouldn't complain though, my character has outlasted every other consistantly played PC in the game. So that's my life lately, I am feeling less sick, but still tired. later Transcribed in accordance with the Prophecy by: Angela at 3:16 PM [edit]

Friday, March 01, 2002 Not much going on, Work, home, family, avoiding the dishes thinking of getting some new contacts and a Tshirt. Maybe go out to lunch with friends. Possibly go out this evening. No deep poetry is erupting from my soul, but I feel the itchy beginnings of it coming. Dreams of oddness, but then that's what I get for reading Hannibal before bed and after reading about the little girl in California being kidnapped and killed. So I got up and checked on my boy, Still there. Our Second game tommorrow, I will survive. later Transcribed in accordance with the Prophecy by: Angela at 7:58 AM [edit]