tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65954752011-12-14T19:43:37.886-07:00The world is full of crazies and lunatics. I happen to be one of them. Deal with it.Skitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15799599010500368405noreply@blogger.comBlogger791100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595475.post-91834557130763160662010-11-14T21:30:00.002-07:002010-11-14T21:38:13.854-07:00

So for the last few weeks I've needed to say a few things that I can't really say to anyone. Since no one remembers I have this, here is a perfect spot to vent.I like being alone. Sometimes I miss having someone to hold. But, for the most part, I really do prefer being alone. I don't have to lie to someone, I don't have to tell them I love them, I don't have to spend money on them to get them

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My little bro went and joined up with the Marines. He graduates boot camp on the 30th of this month. I got a picture of him swearing in to head to boot camp... see?I get to drive 12 hours to go see his graduation. But it's worth it. He's finally doing something he absolutely loves and something that is worthwhile. Of course... now I'm obsessed with Marines. Which is funny since many of my old

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I've decided I don't know what to do with life. Just as soon as I start to think I'm figuring out one part of it another goes to shit. Or changes on me so drastically I feel like I have to run to catch up to the changes. It's exhausting trying to keep up with everything and learn to adapt to it.I know a lot about exhaustion right now... I've been averaging 3 hours of sleep each night. It is not

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Learning to clog by phone :)

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Sometimes I wish that I could be deaf. The deaf can't overhear conversations. The deaf can't be nosy. They don't but into conversations. They have no idea if their best friend in the world is saying the worst shiv in the world. They can be blissfully happy in their ignorance.Sometimes I wish I could be blind. The blind can't see the hurt on the faces of those around them. The blind can't

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How do you tell your family something your not even sure about? I've got a secret from them and I don't want to tell them because of how they might react. Besides I'm not even sure about it yet. They're already mad at me for my choice of boyfriends. They think it's just a rebound thing. Which it may be... but I'm not feeling like it is anymore. I think it started out as a rebound thing then

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They've given me a new play toy. The fates have I mean. I almost think that I'm afraid to be alone, but I didn't ask for him. He asked for me. He started out with a girlfriend. Not that I knew of her the first night I met him. Otherwise that sceen out on the balcony never would have happened. He broke up with her two days after meeting me because he was already addicted to me. It's a

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Here is my pretty from halloween- I was a gothic ballerina: This week is turning out to be crap. Or it's going to be great. I haven't decided. But here's whats going onBad: dizzy- feet going numb- pinched nerve in lower back (causing numb feet)- forgot to call chiropracter to schedule an appointment- yelled at a coworker for a misunderstanding then felt like an idiot when it was explained- my

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Something to... signify the way things seem to be going. This is the honest to goddess answer I got, for me, the first time round...In a Past Life...You Were: An Evil Undertaker.Where You Lived: North Canada.How You Died: Buried alive.Who Were You In a Past Life?The second time around didn't improve much....In a Past Life...You Were: A Banished Jester.Where You Lived: Turkey.How You Died: The

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He left. Said he'd had enough on July 27th. Filed for divorce August 26th. It's finalized fifteen days after November 28th. I moved out of the apartment after coming back from my trip to Alaska. Let him have it until the end of the lease in September. Got my name taken off it and everything. Just had the bills left in my name (meaning power and gas, had already turned off the phone). The

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I'm seeing a psychiatrist. For my marriage. She thinks I'm not sleeping due to medication. Had to retell her that I won't keep medication in my house that's any stronger than 200mg ibeprofen.She says we're fighting so much due to our bad childhoods. Says we're both craving attention and validation.May be that it's true. I said something similar just recently. Doesn't help this sinking

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Don't know if/when he'll come home. But in my head... it's because of me. Totally and completely. He told me right after I'd given him a list of the 29 different reasons my mind had come up with for him to leave me. He chose one to use that wasn't on there. He didn't allay my fears any. I've been up since 3 am. Didn't go to sleep until after eleven thirty. I can't eat. God I miss him.

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Sometimes I feel like I'm sitting in some sort of void. Something is sucking out the joy in me. I watch as colors and people pass by, but I don't much care. Sure I have moments where I can think of nothing other than how happy I am. They're getting fewer and fewer though. The older I get the less I seem to laugh. I have to do things to make others laugh now before I can consider it. I have

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Things haven't been too wonderful. Mr Q's mom was in a car accident two weeks ago. She had a concussion. That was the day she was coming to stay with us for two weeks. Thank the gods she's gone now. She's been the reason I've been so up-tight and angry all the time. I've been stressed out about another fight with Mr Q over his mom or hell, even a fight with his mom. Being stressed out made

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I haven't written for a long while. In any of my blogs (Not that I have more than two... but still). Lately, I've been more worried about the home life than the blogging community. And work has gotten so wonderful that I don't NEED to spend hours playing online anymore. No offense to any of you. Hold on... Coffee run...That's another thing... I've always hated the taste of coffee. It made

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Woke up in the middle of the night angry. Very angry. This morning I'm no better. I've managed to snap at Mr Q twice and chastise him a few times already.I think for breakfast I'm going to have my jumbo Hershey's bar and a hot cup of Chocolate. Followed maybe by ice cream drizzled with chocolate syrup... or maybe just a cone of chocolate ice cream. Hell... anyone have a chocolate drip? Might be

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Sitting in the window I get to watch the world swirl by. Put my head between my knees. The nausea is overwhelming. Glance up to see if your world is still tilted. Quickly close your eyes and wish you hadn't done that. Notice the bug on the floor. Focus on how many spots are there. One, two, three... damn he crawled under the door. Count the number of cigarette burns. Five, six, seven...

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I start up my BC . Post here that I've started it and will find yet another site like it if I don't get a comment soon. And within 5 minutes I've got my first comment from Cindy. Alright... I'm thinking I like both Cindy and BC now.... Thanks Cindy! Nice site by the way... And as I write this post to say how joyful I am at getting my first comment I get one from Inky. Very interesting site

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So after viewing the ads on about a million BE member blogs (see sidebar for the link) I decided I will now try BC (most commonly known as Blog Clicker) for even more hits for this site. I'm doing this because reguardless of the fact that I comment whore over in my side bar I've yet to get a single comment since joining BE (again see sidebar for link). If ya'll don't leave a comment soon,

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"You are...ZERO! You're loyal and a good friend. You'll help whenever you're asked and even though you may not always be appreciated for helping, that doesn't phase you!Which character from The Nightmare Before Christmas are you?Great... Now I'm a flipping DOG?!!! What next? Anyone got a leash... I think I need to go for a walk.

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While wanding around on BE I stumbled across a site that then led me toMistress Matisse's Journal. If you're into kink or want to know a little bit about what it's like to be in the BDSM lifestyle group I'd suggest her site. Knowing my older brother and his wife (who are both heavy into BDSM and also being polyamorous) I completely get the site. However, to "normal" (whatever you believe that

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BE, as it will from now until eternity be known, was so good for my other site (like 350 hits within a month good) that I decided to add this site to it as well as my other. I'll add a link to my sidebar if you're not already a member... it's great to get hits... I promise.

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Found a site today through my wanderings. Do you have that in my size??? is the tale of a 37 year-old on a quest to lose weight. From what I saw she has gone from 261 lbs in March to 213 lbs this month. Damn... that's just under 50 lbs lost! WTG Denise! Now if only I could get motivated to do the same... I might like myself a little more and not be so insecure... maybe...

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writing a future indeed is my husbands site. You should check him out sometime. Pardon his spelling/grammar/punctuation. He doesn't care about the rules of proper English and I don't want to try and change that anymore....

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So I've degraded myself. Not an uncommon thing, mind you. But this is beyond anything I've done before. I sold my soul to.... Google. Yes. I sold my soul to them. So now you have to come here and look at that dreadful ad for them at the top of the page. Not that many of you even show up here. This must be a hidden blog or something. I've yet to get but one comment on this entire thing

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Check this out: Thank you for taking the IQ Test at www.IQTest.com. We are confirming that your IQ Test score was: 138 Compare your score: Intelligence Interval Cognitive Designation 40 - 55 Mentally disabled (Less than 1% of test takers) 55 - 70 Learning difficulty (2.3% of test takers) 70 - 85

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You're The Sound and the Fury! by William Faulkner Strong-willed but deeply confused, you are trying to come to grips with a major crisis in your life. You can see many different perspectives on the issue, but you're mostly overwhelmed with despair at what you've lost. People often have a hard time understanding you, but they have some vague sense that you must be brilliant anyway. Ultimately,

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Swimming in a sea of metallic monsters. Glancing at the flashing multicoloredness of the passing plants. Getting a glimpse of the monoliths surrounding my metallic monsters. Looking into a sky of lights. Mesmerized by the multitude of flashing, ever changing bulbs. Lost among the found. Found among the lost. Shuffle through the cattle line. Pick up your papers. Wander dazedly out of the building.

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1- Complain non-stop about an ex. Once I've heard the story three times I don't want to hear it again. If you must tell me how much you miss/love/hate/fear them please do it in a unique way. Otherwise I may be forced to commit homicide out of shear boredom. 2- Think you are better than everyone. No one is perfect. If they were they would be considered an outcast anyhow. Therefore, you are

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Is it wrong to decide long before you could even actually perform an act? How about if the act is marrying someone then divorcing them for half of all their assets? And if they hasn't got those assets yet? If they are currently using you for YOUR assets? Morals are such a tetchy thing. Morally it would probably be wrong. In the eyes of Revenge though, it's a very sweet deal. Consciously

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What is the first thing people really notice about me? Well besides my breasts. I know people can't help but notice them. And I think I purposely flaunt them. I crave attention. But when I get attention I get nervous. I crave not only attention but the ability to be invisible. I like hearing people have mentioned me to someone else. It always amazes me that they remember me. Okay,

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Stand awhile in the midsts of a crowd and just look around you. Do you know anything about the people surrounding you? Can you create something about them from what you can see before you? The girl standing over there? The one swaying to and fro? Do you think she's emotional or passionate? Take into consideration the look upon her face. And look at the clothing she wears. Now which

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Pump that Iron into your system. It's healthy for you. Makes you red blooded instead of black and blue. Don't forget the Zinc. Helps the Iron go down. Though I'd prefer a spoon full of sugar to help the medicine go down. Mary Poppins had the jist of things. But I'll take the Iron over Cod Liver Oil. Blech. Horrible thoughts. Did you know there's a state out there where if you're caught

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Have you ever noticed that when you go to a concert you can never really understand the words the Lead Singer is singing? You may know the words from having heard the song a million and four times, but you don't actually HEAR the words as they stream out the singer's mouth. The drummer, bassist, and guitarist see to that. If you can hear anything, over the pounding of the drums and the awsome

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Speeding down a freeway at 100 mph, you look into your rear view mirror and see those dreaded lights. Yeah, the red and blue ones. You know they're coming for you. Though, they don't seem to be catching up any. So you change lanes (with appropriate turn signals) and slow down to 85 mph. Then you finish crossing four lanes of traffic so you can pull off to the right side of the road. Your

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Yes, just call me Dorkus. That'll be my name. Ignore the intellegance I claimed to have. Ignore the IQ tests. Ignore the test scores I got. I am the epitome of Dorkus-ness. If you get a proposal not once but 4 to 5 freaking times from the same person... wouldn't it be a given they like you? Yeah, you'd think so. Unless you're a Dorkus. Then you'd be thinking... well hell, I don't think

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Totally zoinked this quiz from Zoot. What Color is Your Brain? brought to you by Quizilla Makes me want to start singing that "Blue" Song. You know "I'm blue, abu dah abu dee.." To bad that's all of the song I know. Or maybe that's a good thing. I'd hate to accidentally kill anyone with my singing. I am a horrible singer. Just ask anyone who's been caught in the car with me when one of

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I think I'm in love with Blogger now. No going to Haloscan for comments. It's not you Haloscan... it's me... I still love you. Just not as much as Blogger..

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When you love your mom you should tell her. When you have held your mom as your idol since you were seven, you should tell her. When you think of your mom no longer as a mom but a friend, you should... NOT tell her. If you think your mom is totally awse because she belly dances and doesn't take shit from anyone, go ahead and tell her. But not if you told her she's like a friend to you.

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You thought you'd left. You thought I would forget what you looked like. You thought I'd never see you again. You thought. You really shouldn't think though. It's a disappointing venture. When you thought you'd left? You hadn't. Well you had, but you didn't get all of yourself back. I still have a small part of you. It's called a memory. If I have a memory of you, you will forever be

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See that person over there? Yeah the one who just beat up the weaker kid? Yeah, we should shoot him. Oh, Oh, Oh... See that poor, poor dog over there? No... over THERE! Yeah, that one. He just beat the crap out of that smaller dog. But he's bleeding. Let's go see if we can stitch him up. What do you mean he might have rabies? Ignore the foaming at the mouth. Look! He's going to bleed

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If you do not pet her when you walk in the door you will regret it. You will awake quickly with a furry bottom in your face. You will gag at the smell eminating from it. You have just gotten the dreded Cat Queen Fart punishment. If you do not pet her once when she comes up to you durring the day, you will pay. You will be peacefully reading on the floor or in bed and she will pounce. She

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When it rains I want to laugh now. Because rain is falling from the sky. And I think to myself "the sky is falling, the sky is falling..." And I remember the times that I would go dance in the rain with my friends and force them into playing ring-around-the-rosie with me. That was only about 3 years ago. I remember the times when I was little that I would wait for a rainstorm then run

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So sitting here at work a few days ago I ran accross a fun account. I was supposed to call where he supposedly works to find out if he did indeed still work there. Called... they said yeah, he's part-time currently. So then I was supposed to call his house to try and talk to him. Called his house and his brother told me he'd been dead for about 6 months now. I checked for death records with

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Just when I don't pay attention people are linking me. Well this site anyhow. Actually you know what? I don't really give a shit. If your visiting me from one of those linkages thingys... welcome to insanity. You'll be leaving shortly with a nifty little white wrap around. If you've found me some other way... what the hell caused you to come visit this site? I don't even type here that

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Did you know there's nothing holding the world up? Yep nothing. So we're falling. Didn't anyone tell you that? What do you mean we're roating around the sun's gravity?! Didn't I just get done telling you there was nothing under us keeping us afloat? Well listen next time I tell you we're going to die. I'll forgive you for today though. Now go prepare for the world to crash into... umm...

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Yes, I did change it again. I'm finished fighting with Crys now. If she's still angry I'm sorry. I'm too melancholy today to be fighting with anyone. Let alone someone in my life that means so much. In this world there are maybe 5 to 6 people I couldn't live without. She'd be among them. Just so she knows and all that Jazz. You know that's my new favorite saying don't you? The "all that

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I realize, that me changing this site to look as it now does, makes me seem petty and childish. And you know what? I can be. But I can also be understanding and responsible. I can be non-judgemental. Open-minded. But none of this changes the fact that I have a BAD TEMPER! I may not have red hair, but I do have the temper. I will pout. I will "throw a fit." I will do churlish things to

Skitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15799599010500368405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595475.post-1081464584615055452004-04-08T15:46:00.000-07:002004-04-08T15:53:32.996-07:00

So the person that post was about decided to email me her response. Here it is. I'm a little miffed over it, but I'll let you all see it. If possible... can I get your feedback? I'm thinking maybe I'm a little more angry than I should be over this. I've put her response all in italics and in red. Red because that's what I'm currently seeing... Get a life, you say all this about me but i

Skitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15799599010500368405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595475.post-1081179209476381942004-04-05T08:07:00.000-07:002004-04-05T08:37:13.373-07:00

This is just for the education of a person. She knows who she is and why I'm writing this. I hate when you don't call and expect me to be psychic. I hate when you lie. I hate when you tell me you lied, and then expect me to not think anything of it. I hate when you're a hypocrite. I hate when you think I'm a hypocrite. I hate when you play with my car. It's NOT a play-toy. It's expensive

Skitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15799599010500368405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595475.post-1081170908686330592004-04-05T06:13:00.000-07:002004-04-05T06:19:41.310-07:00

I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you. I want my pants back.

Skitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15799599010500368405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595475.post-1080917047028978572004-04-02T07:41:00.000-07:002004-04-02T07:47:46.590-07:00

I want a new blog. I'm not happy here. I want to look professional. Like Zoot or Amy. Maybe I should investigate this typepad thing.... hmmmm. Or not. I think I'll just take a hiatus for a while. See you few when my brain welcomes me back into the fold. Have Fun

Skitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15799599010500368405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595475.post-1080689173327322092004-03-30T16:18:00.000-07:002004-03-30T17:16:57.746-07:00

Disclaimer:Stories of the Past are always long. If you don't like reading long post.... STOP READING!!! This is for 11th grade. In 11th grade I had moved back in with Grams. I love Grams. I take care of Grams. But that's besides the point. The point here is what I did to get into trouble at the High School. I'm fighting with myself over which story from eleventh grade I want to tell you

Skitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15799599010500368405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595475.post-1080668441319843892004-03-30T10:33:00.000-07:002004-03-30T10:44:17.123-07:00

I'm sitting here at work wasting time. I don't want to work. We have a new girl. That's a little of topic there, Skitz. I know, but I don't really care... I'm just talking to myself. What about the people who read this? Yeah, what about them... umm Hi, Dar. Dar you should leave us a comment. Although when you mentioned that little quiz thingy I was totally "oh she really does read it"

Skitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15799599010500368405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595475.post-1080328987166435792004-03-26T12:22:00.000-07:002004-03-26T12:37:00.903-07:00

You're watching the doorknob as it rotates slowly, millimeter-by-millimeter, clockwise. Once it has turned 90 agonizingly slow degrees, it stops. You hold your breath as the door starts to creep inward. You can see the inner wrist of the person on the opposite side. Slowly, you let your breath trickle out. You know that wrist. You've nibbled right there. Where it raises just a little bit.

Skitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15799599010500368405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595475.post-1080314797688625932004-03-26T08:13:00.000-07:002004-03-26T08:33:14.216-07:00

So after my fight with DFGD (Dad's First Girlfriend's Daughter... keep up people! Geesh...) I got shipped to Grams' for the rest of 7th grade. No biggie. I love Grams. She's always there for me. Anyhow, durring the course of that year, I managed to get into trouble again. Now I was NOT a trouble maker by nature. Not there anyhow. But people, from when I was in 5th grade, remembered me.

Skitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15799599010500368405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595475.post-1080225713438452782004-03-25T07:40:00.000-07:002004-03-25T07:45:22.043-07:00

It's sad... but probably true... look! DisorderRatingParanoid:HighSchizoid:HighSchizotypal:HighAntisocial:HighBorderline:Very HighHistrionic:HighNarcissistic:ModerateAvoidant:Very HighDependent:HighObsessive-Compulsive:Moderate-- Personality Disorder Test - Take It! -- Have Fun

Skitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15799599010500368405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595475.post-1080156779174820722004-03-24T12:19:00.001-07:002004-03-24T12:37:08.983-07:00

Disclaimer: This is not what really happened. In fact, it's made up. Well most of it. They know what's not real. Well I hope they know what's not real. They should. They were there you know. What? Oh, yes I'll shut up and post it then. Once upon a time, and living in my computer There was the beautiful and wise Queen of Everything. Her name? Amy. Who was lucky enough to meet The King

Skitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15799599010500368405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595475.post-1080082970127614782004-03-23T15:35:00.000-07:002004-03-23T16:07:58.403-07:00

Okay, so really I have no room to talk about relationships. I'm only 19!(Umm scratch that... I'm not 19 until July. Must be jumpin' the gun here) I don't think anyone should be getting married before they're like 25. As for dating. Well to me, that's not really a relationship. Not unless it lasts years. And even then... it's not quite the same as being married. When your married you need

Skitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15799599010500368405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595475.post-1080058595487433882004-03-23T09:13:00.000-07:002004-03-23T09:21:27.810-07:00

I think I drank half the entire state's water supply last night. All within a few hours. Now see, if I hadn't sworn off soda I could have just made some company really rich. Instead? I'm making less water available for the greenery. I'm a horrible person. Those poor plants. I know! I'll get all of my guy friends to pee on the lawn this summer for replacement water. It'll work. Won't it?

Skitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15799599010500368405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595475.post-1079997239157578412004-03-22T15:49:00.000-07:002004-03-22T16:22:07.903-07:00

This should be a relatively short story. Should be. In fifth grade I lived with my grandma. I went to school at the school up there. This was a whole set of new people. And all of them seemed snobbish to me. In my part of the Valley those who live on the East bench are snobs. They're rich. They get cars for their 16th birthday and wear $50 shoes all the time. Three different pair.

Skitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15799599010500368405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595475.post-1079976494931598622004-03-22T10:17:00.000-07:002004-03-22T10:31:39.856-07:00

I think it's kind of tacky to write about these things, but I can't help myself. I'm a girl and so thus, most of my life centers around these things. What things? Well DUH! Periods. Or in my case, lack there of. I'm nearly 19 you know? Well I've never been like normal girls. Oh no. Not me. What and be a sheep? As if. Sorry off topic. Back to topic. I used to have Flo come visit me

Skitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15799599010500368405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595475.post-1079641152273417742004-03-18T13:18:00.000-07:002004-03-18T13:22:31.903-07:00

1. I did NOTHING for my 18th birthday. 2. That’s not completely true. I went to Rawlins, Wy the day after for work related business. 3. I did basically nothing for my 16th birthday. I went out to eat with my Grams. No party. No big fun. Just dinner and a song. Whoopie…. 4. I treat my Grams as if she’s my mom. 5. I’ve lived with my grams for a total of 5 nonconsecutive years. 6. My dad

Skitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15799599010500368405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595475.post-1079638468046416172004-03-18T12:20:00.000-07:002004-03-18T12:41:01.466-07:00

I can't do Haiku today. I have to work. I love work. But not on Thursdays. I want to Haiku on Thursdays. If I don't bring my numbers up at work I'm going to be fired. I have only a month to bring them up. I'm going to lose my 32 hour work week privlege. I'm not happy. My cousin is abandoning me to go to Idaho. She never would go out of state with just me. My little brother is distant

Skitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15799599010500368405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595475.post-1079622850849104302004-03-18T08:10:00.000-07:002004-03-18T08:17:30.263-07:00

Yes, it IS that day of the week again. THURSDAY!!!!!! Everyone must do an obligatory jig. Then you must high-tail it over to Colleens to write some awse Haikus. Also according to Amy one Haiku (at least) must have mention of Judith Light or Meridith Baxter... I think that's her name. Check out Amy for full rules. Have Fun

Skitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15799599010500368405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595475.post-1079557702753757662004-03-17T14:07:00.000-07:002004-03-17T14:11:41.200-07:00

I think I just popped a fuzzy piece of chocolate in my mouth. Am I going to die now? If I die please dance on my grave in varying colored tu-tus. Thank-you. Have Fun

Skitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15799599010500368405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595475.post-1079547098897630392004-03-17T10:40:00.000-07:002004-03-17T11:14:57.140-07:00

I told you I'd write about DFGD (Dad's First Girlfriend's Daughter) and my fight. So this will be that story. But I need names for everyone involved. So this is your key here. K so DFGD's the oldest of four children. Then there's MHAAB (Mentally Handicapped And Abused Brother) who was EXACTLY one month older than me. Then was BTB (Bad Temper Brother) who is EXACTLY two years younger than me

Skitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15799599010500368405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595475.post-1079474858957173912004-03-16T14:56:00.000-07:002004-03-16T15:10:56.106-07:00

I decided this post would be about last night. As I have nothing to bitch about last night. Well not that I really care about anyhow. My little brother actually spoke to me and didn't shun my company. He sat in the livingroom with me and watched a movie. THEN he went downstairs to his room. Until his friend (we'll call him YSHB for Young Spike-Haired Boy) came over. YSHB was fighting with

Skitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15799599010500368405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595475.post-1079379234185036962004-03-15T12:30:00.000-07:002004-03-15T12:37:09.450-07:00

Things did not blow up. He thanked me for my concern. Thanked me. See it was good of me to run to my mommy. I feel like a little kid. Oh well better that than always being worried. Kicking butt and taking names at work today. Worked through more accts in just the first 2.5 hours today than I did in all of Friday. I'm awsome. I deserve praise and prose. I demand praise and prose. Or

Skitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15799599010500368405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595475.post-1079370624975176932004-03-15T10:09:00.000-07:002004-03-15T10:13:40.436-07:00

The shit is deffinately hitting the fan right now. I'll post about how it goes later. Oh gods. I hope this doesn't blow up on me. I so don't need that happening....

Skitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15799599010500368405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595475.post-1079311110407730092004-03-14T17:32:00.000-07:002004-03-14T17:41:44.560-07:00

I was reading today the first 13 typed pages of a story I'd once started. As I was reading through it I noticed wonderful parts. I also noticed parts that were either too cheesy or just misplaced. I noticed that I had things in there that were very well written. And also things written so badly a second grader could have written them. And not a very smart second grader at that. After

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I'm going to start writing a few of the more eventful moments of my past in here. They will be long. So if you don't want to sit through a long post, stop reading. If you don't want to know little things about me, go away. Otherwise, welcome to my memory. I have to put a disclaimer on here. If only for my own self. What I write is only how I remember it. It could have been different or

Skitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15799599010500368405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595475.post-1079115256213637842004-03-12T09:20:00.000-07:002004-03-12T11:17:27.590-07:00

Of all the people who's blogs I visit, I think about half of them have a friday post saying just exactly how much they love Fridays. My post... is not one of those. I certainly don't hate fridays. They're just not my favorite day of the week. Next to Thursdays (gotta love the Haiku), I think my favorite day would have to be Saturday. On Saturdays I wake up around 7 and go to the gym. I've

Skitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15799599010500368405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595475.post-1079107056418692552004-03-12T08:51:00.000-07:002004-03-12T09:00:47.090-07:00

So this morning I didn't get a chance to eat any breakfast. Not smart. So I get to work and instantly dive into my candy drawer. Just what I need huh? So now I'm typing this at like a bajillion words per minute and I couldn't even finish reading Zoot's post this morning. No offense. I just needed to DO something. Reading, to me, is doing something; but it's not moving. Typing. Now that is

Skitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15799599010500368405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595475.post-1079042284645813632004-03-11T14:48:00.000-07:002004-03-11T15:01:14.263-07:00

For some reason everytime people mention drunk-dialing I think of prank calling. Or just calling random numbers with my female friends and pretending we dialed the wrong number when someone answers. I remember, specifically though, one time with Crys. We were prank dialing numbers we thought "off the top of our heads" and I made her call one I knew was a real number. I had heard a kid in my

Skitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15799599010500368405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595475.post-1079036810039698242004-03-11T13:16:00.000-07:002004-03-11T13:29:59.996-07:00

Last night I went to a class on Tarot. It wasn't teaching what each card means or anything like that. It was more about the best way to get results. The guy teaching it (we'll call him witchman) was fairly cool. Anyhow... Crys, Kryssie, and I were late getting there. Only 15 minutes... but we were still late. And he didn't bat an eye. Just went and got more chairs for us. Then he started

Skitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15799599010500368405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595475.post-1079027104553357412004-03-11T10:41:00.000-07:002004-03-11T10:48:14.110-07:00

Today is 'Ku day so follow me to Haiku Smackdown. Or else, yo.

Skitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15799599010500368405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595475.post-1078938909897232672004-03-10T09:58:00.000-07:002004-03-10T10:21:14.840-07:00

Sometimes I worry about the dreams I have. And what they really say about me. Last night, sleeping oh so peacefully, I get smacked by one of the odder dreams I've had. And it included people I don't even know in real life. Just who's blogs I read. In my dream Zoot, Lauren, Amy, and of course Miss Doxie were the characters of the best selling movie of the year. I don't recall who played who

Skitzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15799599010500368405noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6595475.post-1078847227307572322004-03-09T08:50:00.000-07:002004-03-09T08:50:13.983-07:00

So I came over to the BlogSpot. Couldn't help myself really. Livejournal and me grew apart. So now... I can add links in the side bar (as soon as I learn how). And do a few other things as well. But first I have to finish getting dressed and head off to work. Isn't it lovely not having to be at work until 10??

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