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Call me former queen of the poopheads
Gee now this place looks familiar. I cant' believe its been so long since I sat an typed in this little white box. But I guess since I've been so busy elsewhere this place has been a tad bit ignored. I appologize to everyone for being gone.I havent' read any diaries in so long, I have no idea what anyone is up to.
My stories on TF.N have been getting great reviews, and I am flattered. Lately I seem to be obessessed with the PT (prequel trilogy for those that don't speak Star Wars). I guess on some level I can relate to the characters, and I feel so bad for them. I didnt' think there would ever be a day I actually felt sorry for Darth Vader, but its here. I don't even want to begin to talk about how many times I've seen that movie.
On the home front, Mike is being a bigger poophead than ever. In fact I think the poopheads of the world have just proclaimed him, there king. HE moved out of his apt, with out a place to move into, and he just assumes I am open for rent. Then he wonders why I am less then interested when he tries comming on to me. Does this man even have a brain upstairs? I told him if he doesn't have a place by Friday, he'll be dodging traffic to get his underwear. He can have my couch at night but that's it. God where the hell is my brain, and why do I have teh word Welcome tattooed on my forehead. When I was young life was so nice, so simple, now I feel like a reject from the Jerry Springer show. I'm just waiting for one of my friends to get a sex change declair their undying love for me, and run off to marry and alien, all in the same week. I used to be regular people, whatever that is, now I'm a Lifetime movie. *sigh*
Warren is still insisting on growing up. HE wants to ride his bike everywhere instead of ride with mom. He is always trying to play lets make a deal. He's suddenly turned into a junior Monty Hall. One of these days he's gonna come up and offer to wash the car if I can produce a 1976 penny, a SW bubble gum card, a note from my third grade teacher, and a picture of Stonehenge, from my bedroom desk. And the sad part is I think I coudl do it. Everything is hey mom, I'll make you a deal if you agree to give me this, I'll do this that and the other. OR If I do this that or whatever then you have to let me go play in the traffic with my buddies. Life is never dull that is for sure. And right now I would love a case of the dulls. Even the slightly borings would be better than this.
I may be somewhat gone during the month of September. Long story I don't want to get into right now, so I really need everything to get backs o at least the merely ordinary. This heavy continuing "like sands thru the hour glass" routine is starting to become, well old. Really old, really fast. 32 going on 60 old. I'm supposed to be 33 in 5 days, yet I feel more like 63 somedays. ugh. Birthdays. sucky days. long boring, another day closer to death days.
I think I need a big bowl of chocolate ice cream. and we dont have any, the bank is closed, I'm out of checks, and I have no cash. Pardon me, I need to go now.. life is so sucky here, even Chloe bailed. She ran out two days ago, I 've looked and havent seen or heard from her since...
No body likes me , everybody hates me , guess I'll go eat worms Welcome to my pity party.. anybody care to join me. Free chocolate and all the man bashing you desire.
Prequels ~ Sequels
Music of the mind: :
~*~Have you read these~*~
~ Ode to a child who is no more ~
~ She's baaack ~
~ testing ~
~ Facebook me ~
~ Bleech ~
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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.