Love's Bitch

At least I am woman enough to admit it

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Tuesday, April 30, 2002 The Nick is leaving today. Going on Walkabout as it were. The nifty idea of gaining perspective by leaving the area of stress has long appealed to me, though I have never actually been able to do it. What with my responsibilities and a son and all. Next Month Phoenix will be leaving for a Walkabout of his own. Seems rather like I am chasing them away at breakneck speed eh? Ah well, until Connor gets a driver's license, I can pretty much count on him sticking around. Saturday is our first game at the Stutz building, and I am pretty psyched up about it, even though I won't have my Co-ST there. It will be a good game, as soon as I get the character sheets all printed out and updated and the new xp tracking sheets printed outand copied for everyone. We even got a Printer finally so I can do the vast majority of this crud here at home. My mouth is almost totally healed up, I still eat carefully, duh, and have found that by eating slowly, I get full faster, so maybe this whole idea could morph into a nifty weight loss plan! Speaking of, I have not lost a pound, I weigh in at the same 191 I have weighed for 8 years, but all my clothing is falling off my person, it's gotten so bad that even clothes I used to wear before I puffed up don't fit right. That and all the cuffs are pegged and I can't wear them with my boots. Frankly I have long thought that pegged cuffs make your ass look even bigger, so by need, I am becoming something of a "clothes horse" it's that or risk becoming an unwilling nudist. *grin* Transcribed in accordance with the Prophecy by: Angela at 9:27 AM [edit]

Friday, April 26, 2002 Take the What Color Dragon Should You Ride? Quiz Made By: myway and teza Boy, I'm just batting 1000 lately aren't I? So anyhow, My mouth is almost totally healed up but I know I have to wait at least a couple more weeks before I get a shorter bar, or the acrylic beads I want (less damage to teeth) I am hoping so much that the shorter bar will make my TH's a touch easier to say, It's like I am a wee little girl again with my lisp back, That is a lesson I was Not ready to learn again. Makes me consider my words a bit more though *grin* I am getting geared up for the game tonite, that will lead into our very own Indy Game. I'm Not Ready!!!! Okay, maybe I am, but it's still damn daunting to consider the idea of over 40 people looking to Nick and I for Story Guidance. I have spent a bit of Cash on the game in the form of manila envelopes, and a butt load of copies made just to get things going. We are going to have to charge $4 a person to pay for the copies and supplies along with Insurance, site Rental, and Memberships. I hope everyone is cool with that, it's still less than some of the other games in the city. Enough Game talk I went to the Zoo with Connor's class yesterday, Got to take him on his first Roller Coaster ride, Phoenix says that King's Island is Next on our list of stuff to do this summer!! I love that nut Hubby of mine, He will talk that poor child into riding the Vortex or some crap and Those two will bond so well I will be ill *grin* Transcribed in accordance with the Prophecy by: Angela at 9:17 AM [edit]

Monday, April 22, 2002 One Week: Yup, it's been one week since I deliberately mutilated my face. All in all, I would think anything that makes me eat very slowly, and speak less would be a good thing. I just freaking wish I would feel better, this deep oocky cough is more than getting on my nerves. I could go into many details, but instead will just say Light a candle for me Know that if I die, I like Lilacs *grin* Transcribed in accordance with the Prophecy by: Angela at 8:11 AM [edit]

Friday, April 19, 2002 Day 5: Vanilla yogurt is not nice, it's evil and tastes like crap. I will be making smoothies with lots of sugar in them to survive the horror of Yogurt!!! Hubby jokes that at least this way, I'll get a little *culture* The Philistine! My sinuses are slowly getting better, but the deep annoying cough has got to go. Barf This is getting boring. Okay, My son is doing well in school, My Love life is more than adequate, Next month I will be an St of a game consisting of around 40 players, My cat is on *summer hours* meaning he is out all night and sleeps in the house all day like some kind of black fur covered slug, My mom bought a new car and so, I will be getting her old one to replace the Volkswagon that I am unable to drive any great distance without freaking everyone I know out. Any questions? Transcribed in accordance with the Prophecy by: Angela at 8:57 AM [edit]

Thursday, April 18, 2002 Day 4: If I thought English was rough like this, let me tell you Spanish and Gaelic are far freaking worse. I have temporarily lost my ability to clearly speak the TH sound without sounding like a lispy little girl, so for now I am doing my best to avoid those words. I am sitting here typing in character sheets for the game here in Indy Wow! I'm at 32 right now, and my hands are getting a touch sore, but I promised to keep everyone updated on my goings on. Let's see, Mashed Potatoes from KFC are groovy, vanilla yogurt mixed with milk is nice, and I got some lemon iced custard yesterday to bring home, so I'm not starving. Kiki, the gal who stabbed me, suggested Ginger Ale, so I am drinking that right now, good thing I actually like the stuff eh? Did you know that during the Witch hunts the Scold's Bridle or Branks was used as a method of torturing witches into confession? and the worst sort of Branks had a thin steel spike that stabbed through the tongue of the accused causing them discomfort but not removing the ability to speak for confession. Kind of makes you think eh?????? Transcribed in accordance with the Prophecy by: Angela at 3:35 PM [edit]

Wednesday, April 17, 2002 Now isn't that just a kick in the pants? Day 3: The sinus infection has really gotten on my nerves, the minor damage is just that, Minor by comparison. Though mashed Potatoes are very much my friend. The "moving weekend" (see the blogback from yesterday for a definiton) seems finally complete, and apparently all a big misunderstanding. I swear, I am beginning to think I need a fucking score card to keep all this crud straight. Transcribed in accordance with the Prophecy by: Angela at 8:14 AM [edit]

Tuesday, April 16, 2002 Let the world rejoice~! For Angela is silent!!!!! Day 2: My sinus infection has gotten so bad I am thinking of taking my head off to just tip the snot out of it, and that has caused the minor injury I did to my body swell a bit and feel very icky. The fact that breathing through my nose is uncomfortable at best makes the whole heal up the owie deal just a touch more obnoxious. Other than that, the "moving" weekend just won't end. The storm of feces has swirled so hard and fast, it's starting to pick up unrelated people making the Maelstrom even more chunky and fun. This is my hobby? Boy what will I think of next? Bomb squad duty? Maybe I'll write more later Transcribed in accordance with the Prophecy by: Angela at 8:11 AM [edit]

Monday, April 15, 2002 I did something a touch rash today. After having what could only be considered a "moving" weekend (read far more shit than I will bother to even attempt to express here) I got up this morning, took my mom to the car dealership (she got a new car) and then went and got my tongue pierced. Have I lost it totally? perhaps, but then I have been talking about it for years, and am seriously thinking of getting my baby sister's done for her 20th birthday. I never said I wouldn't do it, I did say however that doing it to improve your oral sex skills was a waste of metal. And as we all know that my skills are about as good as they will ever get............................. Transcribed in accordance with the Prophecy by: Angela at 2:37 PM [edit]

Tuesday, April 09, 2002 Well, here I am again, Sitting in front of the computer with stung feelings because I have once again been bitched out. I cannot make everyone happy, I want a game on the first weekend, but then people want it on the third weekend because it fits better into their little lives, so I change it, announce it and get bitched out for it. THEN~ The same fucking people that thought the third weekend would be the bestest weekend for to play here in Indy sit and tell me that NO that weekend would NOT fucking fit into their schedules and they wanted to play on the Second weekend, no matter what I feel, so I put my size 9 foot down and said NO that is MY weekend and you can't have it, So they decided that the first weekend (the one I originally wanted) was really the best bet for Indy, So, I change it back, feeling like a fool. So, I pony up the cash (me alone, nobody else, and I don't fucking expect to get any of it back) to rent the site for the First weekend of May and tell my Boss (Read game arbitor guy) and the first thing he says is "what happened to moving your game to the 3rd saturday? Richmond moved to the first to avoid conflicting with you and now you are in conflict anyway." and later he said "I have no real problem with the date...I'm having a problem with you not knowing which would be the correct date and announcing to the rest of us that it will be on the 3rd and then all of a sudden after other people have changed to accomodate your change you change it back again to the first" So what can I say? I am a total screw up and frankly at this point I am seriously considering NOT taking my money down and renting the fucking site and telling the world that there IS NO Indy game and won't be one run by me, cause I am sick of bending over like some kind of Yoga champ for everyone else's damn feelings and needs and getting PUMPED like a Drunk Blonde in the Snake PIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Phooey Transcribed in accordance with the Prophecy by: Angela at 4:38 PM [edit]