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Thursday, Mar. 23, 2006 @ 4:23 pm
|You are a caring and loving individual.
You understand people's emotions and
you are able to comfort and counsel them.
I'm too lazy to fix the coding, but I can't say this suprised me at all. Of the the TNG characters, I definately related to her the most. And having a crush on Cmdr. Riker when the show first aired, only cements things. hehe!! I've always been good at reading people, but not so good at actually following my instincts and paying attention to those red flags.
If I had, I would have dumped Mike within weeks of meeting him, instead of dragging out almost 15 years of hell (damn has it really been that long).
I wish I could figure out what is going on with me. The last week I've just felt so tense and anxious. I'm still going for walks, but I just don't seem to have the same get up and go. I've feel like I'm obsessing over every little thing, even unimportant things, trivial things. Things as trivial as how my bbq meatballs tasted, or how much corn syrup was in my stupid yogurt. My headaches have been comming back, and I just can't seem to concentrate.
I've been short with Warren, moreso than usual. And becoming scared of not losing enough weight, fear that I could gain it, obsessing over how my clothes fit. The other day, I caught myself wondering how many calories were in a cough drop.
I'm sure much of this is tied to the fact that the idiot jerk off, doodoo head is getting out of his home (jail) in a few weeks. Life is so great when he is not around. And telling him to F* off isn't a great option, as the guy refuses to take a hint. Note I didn't say he couldn't take a hint, I said refuses. There is a difference. i think he actually delights in torturing me, making me nuts and than standing there all calm, while I look like a raging lunatic, no matter how justified I feel I may be.
As awful as it sounds, sometimes I wish he would do something really stupid and get locked away for years. Like maybe 6-10, so Warren will be an adult when he is free. And I can finally be free, sort off.
I wonder how many hours it will take this time before he goes back to killing brain cells with illegal substances.
How awful to have to think and feel these things about my own son's father. He deserves a real father, some one who has earned the title dad, not someone who just happens to have lucky sperm.
If I can't get it together in the next few days I think, its time to go back to seeing my own shrink. I havne't been in years, but I feel like I'm working so hard, and things have come to far to let MethMan ruin it all.
Warren has become obsessed with the new Dr. Who series. His friend Jasper got a copy of the DVD of the whole first season from his dad, who lives in San Franscisco. Warren has been watching them over and over every night. I've been watching an episode or two a night.
I can't really say how I feel about it. I like this new Dr, he's funny and I can see some throw back to the previous Drs. He's no Tom Baker, but he's likable. But I keep finding holes in the scripts. Maybe I'm just thinking to hard. Does make for some lively dinner table discussion. After all don't all mom's argue with thier sons about the dangers of changing time, and what really happens when you create a paradox. Warren insists you can't change history, because when you do, than that becomes history, so it is correct as far as you know.
I am however of the belief that mucking with time, can radically alter the future and that certain events happen as they are meant and when you change that you muck up everything and the universe gets cranky (to put it in techincal terms).
Yes, ours is and interesting house. Maybe I can locate some of the older Dr. Who's on dvd, and educate him a bit more (something from the Leela/K-9 period perhaps). I think he needs more Who history.
Atleast I finally have proof that he is my son. I was the same way at his age, when I first discovered the Original Trek in reruns on television. If he liked reading better, I give him some of my Dr. Who books.
Time to go home and figure out dinner. Oh joy, food to look at and not eat/feel guilty/bad for eating.
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In every neighborhood there is at least one house that all the neighbors gossip about. This is a diary from the woman who lives in that house. I am a single mother in her mid thirties. I live in North Dakota with my son, Warren.
I tend to be a bit of a slob, and am the opposite of a girly-girl. I am geek girl, who loves Star Wars, Star Trek, Harry Potter, Buffy, Angel, action movies, science fiction, action adventure, Dr. Who, and so on and so on.
I love to write and while I don't post much fiction online anymore I would love to be a writer someday. I am also overweight, bipolar and suffer from allergy induced asthma.