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The Saga (of my life) Continues...

30.01.02 @ 11:56
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Apparently diaryland is once again going fritzie. I haven't updated in awhile but I know for a fact it hasn't been 12 days. Unless of course I somehow got sucked into a time warp, and they sent me back where I left, sans memory, but that would cause to many paradoxes, so I'll drop that theory in favor of the one, that says Andrew needs to get out the compilers and discipline those nasty servers.

I have gotten some wierd googles, but the last few have taken the cake. Among others I have been googled for: (I applogize for not linking, but I am lazy so tough)
fish porn I am not sure if I really want to know
crankiness in cats they must know my trio, I was the top three entries on this one,
gallon jugs try the local grocery store, that's where I find mine,
sick photos this was actually and AltaVista search, and I don't know if they wanted photos of sick people, or photos that are actually sick,
funny pictures of BBC try a British site, this was also AltaVista,
Ben and Jerry's + on something called wisenut yet, well a wise nut knows eating too much B&J will put one in plus sizes,
soda sizes do they have ones beyond small medium large, and swimming poo),
tempus sans itc, umm, its a default Word font, again strange people,
foam sofabed kids I've heard of people considering thier pets as family, but the furniture?? Maybe they have some sick photos.,
used porn First, EWW EWWW EWWW, second I definately do not want to know how sick one has to be to search for used porn, I guess times are hard for perverts too,
broccoflower its really just a cauliflower that got too friendly with a broccoli and lastly
Black and Decker indoor grill.
Those were just in the last few days. Sheesh. I wonder if people realize that when they search and go to a site, the person with that site knows exactly how they found them.

In other news, more on the stupid ex from heck story. When last we left this diary, Mike had been planning as sudden trip to Mt. Rusmore, even though he had been complaining a mere 3 weeks earlier about not having enough money to afford his own place. Last night I got a phone call from Mike, I knew I was in trouble when he came on all nice, and appologized (Mike speak for I need a favor and I know you wont' listen if I act my normal grouchy jerky self) for his previous behavior. Since I have known this man for over 10 years I have become fluent in Mikespeak. After which he brought up the trip and how Warren was looking so foreward to it. (umm yeah okay, whatever at this point I was still more intersted in What Buffy was doing to the newest Demon du jour). Then he starts talking about how we need to act better and be more like a family (a little late for that one), and how it would be a great idea if we did something together (this is where my ears perk up, this is Mikespeak for I need something from you, and I'm too much of a weenie to come right out and say it). He actually told me he thought it would be a good idea for all of us (especially Mike) if we made this into a family (last time I check Webster family was a group of people who LOVED and Depended on each other, doesn't sound like Mike and I at all) trip. Now my ears were at full radar crap detection capacity. We really need to show Warren how we can get a long and .....yadday .....yadda ...yadda....Then here comes the kicker... "How is your car doing? Is it running okay, I have enough money to pay for it, because I am between checks as I start a new job next week (so much for the child support I need so I can buy some little luxeries like food and electricity because my son is so spoiled he actually expects hot food and a warm bed everyday) , "I know you don't have much money I am in a good place and I have extra money, and will be making more money and ....yadda ...yadda......zzzzzzz" At this point I tuned out, and proceeded to respond with a prerecorded oomhoom. I am about as intersted in spending three days alone in the snow covered Mts of South Dakota with Mike in January as I am in visiting a proctologist with hygeine issues. I basically gave him the "I'll think about it" just to get rid of him.

Then he talked to Warren, who knowing his parents better than they know themselves or each other, proceeded to tell Mike what he really though. He would rather take and 8 hour test on the mating habits of Mongolian fleas than have Mike and I together on this trip. He knows what will happen, I know what will happen. Mike knows, but like most refusing to recover drunks, wants to pretend that he can have his beer, and drink it and still magically fix the world. As if somehow promises alone are enough or even matter. {What bitter, who me?? ----- You damn well better believe it mister (or Miss, or Miss or Supreme Royal commander of the toilet brigade what ever your fancy)} I will most likely call and make some lame half ass excuse, meanwhile pray for a nice blizzard this weekend. Or if you are a practicing witch maybe you can be so kind as to conjur me a nice vengance demon or even a simple case of butt warts (on Mike shesh do I really have to explain these things). Just kidding, well mostly..

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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.

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