I am the person your Mother warned you about.

Frankly, it feels a bit like coming home, reading the old messsages I've saved here.

Can't say that I'll write often but ... Hello, old friend.

I don't understand people sometimes. I have just had the second conversation in which someone has said something ... and not 30 seconds later, mentioned something else that contradicted what they just said. It blows my mind, really. Granted, these conversations aren't state/government secrets ... but is it so hard to be clear about things?

I dislike passive agressiveness by whiny people who believe the deaths in my family is their personal way to get attention. When I have to seriously ponder why this person is still on my facebook ... that should tell me what I already know.

I'm still alive. I still read LJ, even though it's been over a year since I last posted. I can sum up the last year in a word. Long. Hope you're doing well. And if not, you know how to get ahold of me.

I keep staring at this blank page and ponder how to say goodbye. I hate goodbye. I hate knowing I will never hear his voice on my phone again. I hate knowing I will never get another chance to get a wacky text with something amusing in it.

I found myself answering a question earlier that apparently makes me a freak amoung others. Why does a person want what they can't have? And I don't. I know what I can have and what I can't. And unlike a cheeseburger or chocolate ... I have no desire to lust after anyone who wants no part of my life. Period. Not enough energy to even bother.

So, gentle readers, do you want what you can't have or are you happy where you are?

Last night, I received an email from a friend, regarding yet another Gamer Girl calendar. I think I'm a sucker for punishment because the first thing I did was sign up. so, yeah. It's a trip to GenCon, a chance to be in the calendar and a grand. All of which would be awesome, just before my birthday. So, could you vote for me, please? Voting is open until June 1st and you can vote 3 times in a day.


Thanks. :)


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So this morning, instead of my alarm waking me up, it was someone knocking at the door. And then, William announced he had been suspended from school and didn't tell me 'he thought the teacher had told me.' I missed her calls yesterday, so I had no clue. What do you do with a suspended 11 year old who doesn't quite understand social rules on how to get along?

Get your own valentinr

Wow. So many odd comments/posts/recurring ideas ... do you consider all that time wasted because you keep finding yourself at step #1 again?


All I can say is there should be rules to adulthood.

#1 Take Personal Responsibility. If you did something, fess up, fix it and move on.
#2 Be your own mother. Pick up after yourself, pay your own bills, and don't expect anyone else to care about you the way you do.
#3 The world does NOT revolve around you. Really.