tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37240982011-04-21T14:06:41.475-04:00Divine Realitytemporary home of ms.realitymegannoreply@blogger.comBlogger651100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724098.post-1058955066358498342003-07-23T06:11:00.000-04:002003-07-23T06:11:24.243-04:00psst. I'm over here: http://www.divinereality.commegannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724098.post-1058901651334063922003-07-22T15:20:00.000-04:002003-07-22T15:20:51.266-04:00It's all good. I over-reacted. Per usual. I'm telling you, I must have done something really special to deserve this boy. megannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724098.post-1058886001998223502003-07-22T11:00:00.000-04:002003-07-22T11:00:01.806-04:00new entry i'm high-maintenance.megannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724098.post-1058875459107768872003-07-22T08:04:00.000-04:002003-07-22T08:04:19.070-04:00I wasn't going to mention it because it certainly isn't a big deal but he didn't email or call yesterday. My assumption is that he is busy, I can certainly understand that. Because it's odd for him not to contact. Of course I was playing the game - I'm not going to call him, either, which doesn't really help either of us.
Of course I was sick yesterday so I wasn't thinking straight. Yeah. I megannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724098.post-1058791092936726522003-07-21T08:38:00.000-04:002003-07-21T08:38:12.896-04:00I had a wonderful weekend. The Cape, the beach, his friends, snuggles and some much-needed purging. I cleaned my room and organized all my stuff and finally took all those clothes to one of those clothing drop-off places. Won't someone be surprised when they find the wedding dress that I threw in there? I had been thinking about bringing it to consignment or throwing it on ebay but when it got megannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724098.post-1058557554730220572003-07-18T15:45:00.000-04:002003-07-18T15:45:54.720-04:00He gave me a present last night. It was wrapped in yellow paper with a smiley face and my nickname written on it. It had a big red bow. I loved it, I didn't want to open it. When I finally did it was a Godiva chocolate bar and the Orgasm book that I was looking at the other day at B&N.
He's gooood. Smart. And last night he was a very happy boy. megannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724098.post-1058557279535671892003-07-18T15:41:00.000-04:002003-07-18T15:41:19.520-04:00It's Friday afternoon. I'm unmotivated, but that's not really surprising for a Friday afternoon. Noone has any motivation. This is what I used to miss about work. Sure, I'm bored and can't wait to get the heck out of here, but gosh darn it, this is what having a job is about! Yeah!
I'm making no sense today. Looking forward to B&N after work for a little bit while I wait for my friend to get megannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724098.post-1058530081388069362003-07-18T08:08:00.000-04:002003-07-18T15:42:35.000-04:00friday five
1. When was the last time you cheated?
What consitutes cheating? I've never slept with someone else while in a relationship. I didn't cheat on Tim. I may have gone out with an ex boyfriend or lover but I never ever even kissed. So the last time I cheated was probably my first boyfriend right before we broke up I made out with another guy. Would never do that again.
Oh, now megannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724098.post-1058529731519669942003-07-18T08:02:00.000-04:002003-07-18T08:02:11.490-04:00Ooof, I'm dragging. Gave blood yesterday (I was very brave and did really well) and today I'm dragging. I was dragging last night as well but I managed to gather the energy to visit him and help him make pasta salad for dinner. megannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724098.post-1058445125472057562003-07-17T08:32:00.000-04:002003-07-17T08:32:13.480-04:00awwwww!megannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724098.post-1058443880246562632003-07-17T08:11:00.000-04:002003-07-17T08:12:36.946-04:00I love Barnes & Noble. Yesterday, after about an hour in my favorite clothing store, New York & Company, I ventured out to discover the Barnes & Noble close to my work. It's not as nice as the one in Nashua, but it's much nicer and cozier than the one in Burlington. I picked up a few books and headed over to the Sexuality section. Tee hee. Two books caught my eye: "The Orgasm Guide" and "The megannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724098.post-1058437492924773072003-07-17T06:24:00.000-04:002003-07-17T06:24:52.856-04:00I could be wrong but I think he offered to come hold my hand while I gave blood - but he couldn't because, you know, he has this funeral thing to go to. He's making me cookies tonight and then dinner. aww yeah.megannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724098.post-1058376898846707902003-07-16T13:34:00.000-04:002003-07-16T13:34:58.816-04:00ooof. wasn't feeling all that great this morning. I can't quite figure out what it was - the weather, the headphones on my head giving me a headache or just not feeling wel in general. So I went downstairs during lunch and ate a grilled chicken sandywich and fries. Now I'm stuffed. I'm practicing for the blood drive. Eating alot to built up my strength and resistance.
Have I told you how greatmegannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724098.post-1058358016268905542003-07-16T08:20:00.000-04:002003-07-16T08:20:16.213-04:00It's taken me a while, but I've learned to trust my moods. Last night I just was NOT in any mood to work on the websites, no matter how long I tried to get myself into it. So, I gave up. This was a good idea. I caught "While You Were Sleeping" on TBS and was surprised with a Catie-call right as I was getting drowsy. I made her ill (like I do to everyone recently) with all my ramplings about the megannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724098.post-1058311653800642222003-07-15T19:27:00.000-04:002003-07-15T19:46:17.776-04:00I'm having about zero luck with just about everything tonight. Tried to fix my photo gallery and I suceeded in only ruining it. I tried to install MT but couldn't quite find the patience to get it done. I did, however, hook up divinereality once again. megannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724098.post-1058275017619047582003-07-15T09:16:00.000-04:002003-07-15T09:16:57.600-04:00oh, and I've finally reached past 140. I looked at the scale this morning and it read "139". That's 17 pounds since last year! I walked by the mirror this morning and decided I was looking pretty good. I have to admit that half the time I look in the mirror I still feel pretty darn fat. Of course it doesn't hurt to have the boy tell me, "wow, you're in really good shape". *swoon*megannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724098.post-1058274661663863952003-07-15T09:11:00.000-04:002003-07-15T09:11:01.656-04:00Good news! divinereality.com is one step closer to getting back online. The only thing keeping it back is me. Perhaps I'll sit on my duff tonight and hook it up!
The new boy invited me to the cape this weekend to stay with a bunch of his friends at a beach house. wow.megannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724098.post-1058184961288755792003-07-14T08:16:00.000-04:002003-07-14T08:51:21.463-04:00New entry
From today's horoscope
Love and romance are becoming more and more important to you at this time, and you might be noticing a greater connection with your own internal sense of passion. Feel free to have a love affair with yourself in which you recognize and cherish the qualities within you that make you so special. Today's trine between Mars and Venus is urging you to take actionmegannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724098.post-1058114278448110302003-07-13T12:37:00.000-04:002003-07-13T12:37:58.423-04:00Not crabby anymore. We had a lovely day in the city and evening at his place. I'm off to take a nap ;)megannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724098.post-1058016281351254572003-07-12T09:24:00.000-04:002003-07-12T09:24:41.293-04:00Boy am i crabby this morning. weather, help me out! I need a shower!
Good Luck to Racheal who gets married today! We love you!megannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724098.post-1057926047644210682003-07-11T08:20:00.000-04:002003-07-11T08:20:47.620-04:00Lovely evening last night. I actually came clean about the therapy stuff and he was just happy that I could share it with him. As planned, we hit golf balls (I kicked some serious ass, thankyouverymuch) then went for a nice walk on the boulevard. We sat on a bench and he shared some tough things that are going on with his family right now. I held both his hands and felt realy glad that I could bemegannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724098.post-1057925835730042482003-07-11T08:17:00.000-04:002003-07-11T08:17:15.713-04:00Friday Five
1. Do you remember your first best friend? Who was it?
Yeah, actually. I had to think about it. She lived across the street and I think we ended up best friends as a default. Her mom used to make fun of my clothes because I didn't match. We rollerskated to "Walk Like an Egyptian" in her driveway, played Barbies and "Doctor". She outgrew me, however. Her family moved away after megannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724098.post-1057871687051246592003-07-10T17:14:00.000-04:002003-07-10T17:14:46.993-04:00I posted a diary entry today, I'm not going to link to it, you can click over there to the left. I had a half day today and it was great. I slept in then went to visit my therapist. We had a really good session. I left feeling really in control and with a whole slew of new techniques for coping with my anxiety. Got to work, had a small salad for lunch and did some work. Got some good kudos on mymegannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724098.post-1057761247995230182003-07-09T10:34:00.000-04:002003-07-09T10:34:19.263-04:00
Women May Ovulate More Than Once a Month.
Ummm, oops. I have on occasion had unprotected sex during certain times of the month that were wayyy away from my perceived ovulation, but now this study shows that a woman can have more than one (or even two) ovulations per month. Keep that in mind, kids when you're thinking about unprotected sex.
(end of public service announcement)megannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724098.post-1057755176763388092003-07-09T08:52:00.000-04:002003-07-09T09:00:23.606-04:00New entry. Things were much better yesterday. I'm working on getting a new host and website but it''s going to take a little while. I hope my design isn't bye-bye.megannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724098.post-1057752680884440542003-07-09T08:11:00.000-04:002003-07-09T08:12:16.246-04:00I wonder how i make it to work sometimes. Have you ever been on auto-pilot and don't even remember driving to work? Well, today I was on the 495 and nearly missed the exit to the pike, I had to act really quick and did, finally end up on the right exit. I was thinking about certain body of a hot young man. It had me laughing for a good 5 minutes after I realized what it was that made me almost megannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724098.post-1057670900334166682003-07-08T09:28:00.000-04:002003-07-08T09:28:20.286-04:00new entry about last night and my most recent struggle with the anxiety monster. I win! Guestbook is back up for comments until I get off my behind and hook up my new site.megannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724098.post-1057574550567058522003-07-07T06:42:00.000-04:002003-07-07T06:47:20.576-04:00It's back but not with a vengeance. I'm determined to have control over the anxiety. Separation anxiety, insecurity. I think the key is being aware of these feelings and being kind to myself. In the past I think I was always hard on myself and I've learned a few techniques in therapy that should help out.
And I'm keeping it on the d-l. Saturday night we went for a nice little ride and ended megannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724098.post-1057522559660223862003-07-06T16:15:00.000-04:002003-07-06T16:15:59.643-04:00Back in a low-tech version for now. Lots going on. New boy is faaabulous!megannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724098.post-813126802002-09-08T09:22:00.000-04:002002-09-08T09:22:57.130-04:00new diary entry abour Mr. Hot Sexy Italian. Don't have the password? comment or email me.megannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724098.post-812767482002-09-07T09:39:00.000-04:002002-09-07T09:39:25.306-04:00I saw mal's lookalike yesterday. I was at her bar again, and she introduced herself and we had a nice little chat. I had my digicam with me but wasn't sure she'd appreciate me sapping her pic for my blog. Maybe next time.megannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724098.post-812766632002-09-07T09:34:00.000-04:002002-09-07T09:34:36.083-04:00i realize after perusing twiggle and pischina and angel's wonderful photo logs, that I haven't posted in a while. I guess i really haven't been feeling really creative lately. Hopefully I'll take some pictures today with the italian.
oh! and we're going to boston on thursday! I love being a tourguide. And if any of you would like to visit boston, i'd be more than happy to show you around!
megannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724098.post-812646212002-09-06T23:38:00.000-04:002002-09-06T23:38:30.293-04:00went shopping for some work clothes, and then hit some golf balls along with all the guys that were there on their lunch hour. got home to a message from the italian. we met up and spent an hour or two at the park. vuurrrry nice. then work. blah.
more vurry niceness tomorrow.megannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724098.post-812378492002-09-06T10:57:00.000-04:002002-09-06T10:57:23.813-04:00Faith and doubt both are needed, not as antagonists, but working side by side to take us around the unknown curve.
- Lillian Smithmegannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724098.post-812335702002-09-06T08:59:00.000-04:002002-09-06T08:59:01.470-04:00Perhaps it's my bad memory for these things, but it's gone. That feeling of excitement, desire, etc that I had with the italian guy. Couse it's not him - he hasn't done anything. I just haven't seen him and it's faded a bit. Which is a good thing because I need to keep some space in there, if you know what i mean.
annoying guy at work was harassing me last night, trying to get me to go out megannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724098.post-812330482002-09-06T08:42:00.000-04:002002-09-06T08:42:18.560-04:00smattering.org >> the friday five Friday Five (.org)
1. What is your biggest pet peeve? Why?
Oh, just about anything that Tim used to do - breathe, for example. That and when people speakin a foreign language in your presence - on purpose.
2. What irritating habits do you have?
in my past relationships I had developed a clingyness/needliness that must have been downright annoying. i thinkmegannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724098.post-811912442002-09-05T11:26:00.000-04:002002-09-05T11:26:50.316-04:00Courage is being scared to death--and saddling up anyway.
- John Waynemegannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724098.post-811705662002-09-04T22:55:00.000-04:002002-09-04T22:55:51.290-04:00Married guy is a freaking idiot. Remind me not to hang out with him again. Grab a good book instead. Love, Me.megannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724098.post-811527442002-09-04T15:41:00.000-04:002002-09-04T15:41:25.220-04:00A note from him:
...I still have your smell on my skin and your smile on my mind.
good night...
Life is good. There's nothing better than daydreaming about the thousand kisses from last night. megannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724098.post-811220942002-09-03T23:10:00.000-04:002002-09-03T23:10:12.430-04:00I can't even begin to tell you what happened tonight. I'll do my best.
I went to meet another waiter from work for drinks. A really nice talkative guy who I hit it off with when I first met him. Drinks were as friends. We had a great time talking. Lots in common. We get to the car and discuss music and he tells me he wnts to kiss me but he doens"t want to offend me like that other guy did
megannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724098.post-811041242002-09-03T15:59:00.000-04:002002-09-03T15:59:10.693-04:00My horoscope for today can bite my ass:
"An intimate romantic encounter with a lover today could change the scope of your relationship, dear Leo. The glow of the joy generated by the encounter could permeate your heart and mind for the entire day, and might even heal some deep emotional wounds inflicted long ago. This may be sudden, however, so make certain that you want the change to continuemegannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724098.post-811040222002-09-03T15:57:00.000-04:002002-09-03T15:57:01.910-04:00It was a shit day at work today. The weather was terrible and i was bored out of my mind. I read over half of a book that I just started this morning. Then they tell me they're going to have me telemarket the clientele. I've telemarketed once for my internship and I vowed to never do it again. I've made up my mind to step up to the plate and do it only because these are people who have opted to megannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724098.post-810597282002-09-02T18:24:00.000-04:002002-09-02T18:24:28.416-04:00today is exactly ONE MONTH that I've been COMPLETELY single. I left him in June, went back and forth all summer, practically and finally ended on August 2nd. Go me!megannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724098.post-810578892002-09-02T17:44:00.000-04:002002-09-02T18:05:05.000-04:00I knew that with Tim it wasn't love. Deep down inside for a long time I knew. I just wasn't convinced that I deserved better. Now that I think about it I wonder if I've ever loved before. I've been loved, but have I loved someone else? I'm not sure.
I'm not sure I loved my first real boyfriend. I loved the fact that he loved me and treated me like a princess. I didn't cry after we broke up. Imegannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724098.post-810368672002-09-02T13:25:00.000-04:002002-09-02T13:25:28.470-04:00i'm reading a book right now where the two main characters are in love. I'm really enjoying it. It's been so long since I've experienced love, so it feels nice. I'm thinking about planning a solo romance movies night this week sometime.megannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724098.post-810319762002-09-02T10:58:00.000-04:002002-09-02T10:58:09.923-04:00I'm back from camping. I had a great time.
Things I loved about camping:
1. Not giving a shit about what I look like.
2. Our roudy neighbors. (I first noticed the woman who had nipples as big as peanut m&m's)
3. Eating, eating and more eating.
4. Board games. Scrabble & Trivial Pursuit.
5. Going to bed early, getting up early.
6. The one hot shower I took after I got sick of being megannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724098.post-809334242002-08-30T17:26:00.000-04:002002-08-30T17:26:43.810-04:00oh yeah. i'm going camping, be back on monday.megannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724098.post-809215342002-08-30T12:09:00.000-04:002002-08-30T12:09:23.520-04:00Blogcritics: MTV Video Music Awards---In Review Funny review of the MTV Video Music Awards - sans Spell Check. I could not sit and watch them. What was with that camera technique -did not look live and gave me a headache.
"I'm too drunk for this" - Pinkmegannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724098.post-809176802002-08-30T10:30:00.000-04:002002-08-30T10:30:38.783-04:00a little down this morning. had highlights put in last night and I'm getting paranoid about them not being close enough to the root. ergh. going to do some errands. leave a comment :)megannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724098.post-809139282002-08-30T08:40:00.000-04:002002-08-30T08:40:22.690-04:00bad dreams last night but the best thing about them is that i don't remember.
"you can only be hurt so much before you get numb" - a quote from a book I just finished reading. Is that my problem? Am I numb from all the failed relationships and broken hearts. I find myself having a hard time getting close to people.
On the other hand, I think I'm worth the wait. It's all about patience.megannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724098.post-809137492002-08-30T08:33:00.000-04:002002-08-30T08:33:33.076-04:00smattering.org >> the friday five
1. What's your favorite piece of clothing that you currently own? Favorite piece of comfy clothing: my fleece sip up sweatshirt.
2. What piece of clothing do you most want to acquire? Nothing in particular
3. What piece of clothing can you not bring yourself to get rid of? Why?
I have a sac of old bras from before the reduction surgery that I need to do megannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724098.post-808808752002-08-29T14:41:00.000-04:002002-08-29T14:42:36.000-04:00They wanted me to work today - they called me at my old home. Great now he knows where I work. Wonderful. Spent a nice few hours at B&N sipping Godiva cocoa (a splurge - the little things mean alot when you don't have any money) and reading british fashion mags.
Having my hair done tonight. Then I'm going to pop open a bottle of wine that I was saving for a rainy day and watch the MTV Video megannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724098.post-808716622002-08-29T11:00:00.000-04:002002-08-29T11:00:47.130-04:00This morning found me sitting in my cozy chair in my jammies with my blanket a book and peppermint tea. mmmmm.megannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724098.post-808715972002-08-29T10:59:00.000-04:002002-08-29T10:59:11.893-04:00The place where I work is a very fancy-shmancy country inn. We had a couple check-in yesterday, pay cash, declined the mini-bar key, and leave less than two hours later. I wonder what they were up to.
It's funny, working in a romantic inn, knowing that there are people all around you getting laid.megannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724098.post-808671582002-08-29T08:54:00.000-04:002002-08-29T10:09:27.000-04:00Bored and it's not even 9am yet. Rainy day. I sure will be making my way to B&N at some point today. I expected an email from the weds night date but I was mistaken apparently. I'm trying to talk myself out of expecting something because I'm really not interested. Am I? Really just want to have fun, and all that kissy stuff was taking it too far on the first date. Yeah.megannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724098.post-808543122002-08-28T23:36:00.000-04:002002-08-28T23:36:58.230-04:00I did see him. He stayed around until I was supposed to have my break at five, but left when I still didn't have my break at 5:45. It wasn't my fault noone could cover my break. He did ask me why I was driving so fast last night. Could he NOT tell that I was upset? What is not obvious? I told him I sent him an email explaining why. megannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724098.post-808542102002-08-28T23:34:00.000-04:002002-08-28T23:34:36.366-04:00worked until 11pm tonight. I am so tired. My feet hurt so bad.megannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724098.post-808237322002-08-28T10:20:00.000-04:002002-08-28T10:20:15.170-04:00I got to sleep in this morning and it felt so good. Thank goodness because I didn't get to be until midnight. Got an email from my date last night.
"... I just got back home and wondering if u are k.. u just left without saying good nite or anything and I hope everything is all right.. if u read my message tonite, please give me a call, I am really worry about u... I also would like to thankmegannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724098.post-808080792002-08-27T23:47:00.000-04:002002-08-27T23:53:01.000-04:00I got there and he was waiting. I greeted him with hug and a fake cheek kiss and he makes like he's gonna kiss me on the lips. Hey buddy, I don't even KNOW you. Let's go inside.
I order a drink, we chat, we eat. He's in love with me. Ok he doesn't come right out and say it but he does say all kinds of stuff about how much he likes me and he has since he first saw me and how he'd like to be megannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724098.post-807899322002-08-27T16:06:00.000-04:002002-08-27T17:08:26.000-04:00Last night I found myself talking to the guy previously mentioned about personalities and attitudes. He commented that I didn't leave home at home. Meaning that I don't keep my personal life personal. I thought there was no reason not to seeing as we're friends. Of course he wanted more... perhaps. However I do understand the point of not carrying my garbage around in my purse and shoveling it megannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724098.post-807580512002-08-26T22:58:00.000-04:002002-08-26T22:59:42.000-04:00I went out with an old friend tonight. By old friend I mean the guy I broke up with my fiance for who was super-rich married with kids and cheating on his wife (with me and his wife's underage cousin previous to me).
He is divorcing his wife for some woman that "reminds me of you". Whatever. He wanted to get jiggy with it but I wasn't having any of it. Ok, a little kiss, but it really wasn't megannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724098.post-807459312002-08-26T17:48:00.000-04:002002-08-26T17:51:17.000-04:00He's such a pain in the ass. We had an instant messenger discussion about selling the house. We agree to a 60/40 split minus costs of selling the house. He is going to pay his half of what we owe my parents for the down payment, but I have to pay him back the money that he "loaned" me when I was unemployed last summer.
At least the house is getting sold and I'm going to end up getting almost megannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724098.post-807416672002-08-26T15:59:00.000-04:002002-08-26T15:59:07.083-04:00Turns out it diary-x was having problems, so no, it wasn't him.megannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724098.post-807231302002-08-26T06:35:00.000-04:002002-08-26T06:35:27.253-04:00good morning! I've missed you blogger. And you, too. pischy!megannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724098.post-807001542002-08-25T17:10:00.000-04:002002-08-25T17:16:22.000-04:00yes kids. I *am* back. Here's hoping that muthaf*cker does not find me and if he does, well f&ck him. I feel especially angry about the subject, can you tell?
And whatever you do, please don't link to me. Not YET, anyway. Make me a bookmark in your browser or something. I just know that he knows who my online friends are and he's going to be looking around for me I'm sure.
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