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This is my mouth.

Yeah! OSU fucking ROCKS!! We beat Michigan's ASS!! YAHOO!!

Ok. Enough.



So, I had a most beautiful weekend. Friday my mom and I went to Wendell's and then to SJK's football game. The game was kinda shitty, I don't know, they just weren't playing very well. The University of Michigan Marching Band played at half time, and even tho I'm all "go bucks" it was nice. They didn't have to play at a high school game the night before a big game! It was cool. Unfortunately SJK's team lost, and now football is over until next July. It was kinda sad for the seniors and stuff, and even SKJ was tearing up a little. Very emotional.


Saturday I was so pumped up for the game, but I made myself lay on the couch and watch Blue Velvet so that I would have energy for drinking and celebrating. I talked to D*Martin, cuz we were supposed to do something for the game together, but he ended up bitching out on me, and Poke finally called and he said he didn't really feel like going out. So I headed to Zuey's on my own.

On the way Poke called and confirmed that Zuey's wasn't really what he was feeling, but that was okay cuz I know he's not a huge football fan. When I got there, the place was packed. It was so awesome. They had buckets of 6 for $10, which ruled. I found myself a booth and parked it, not to move for another hour or so. Some dude came and asked if he could sit with me and I said sure, as long as he wasn't cheering for Michigan.

He said he wasn't, so we sat together. His friend showed up after awhile, and they were both pretty nice. Poke called me right before half time and said he was coming up to Zuey's. I had sent him some text messages telling him how awesome the game was and how fun the bar was, so I guess I changed his mind! Haha. Anyway.

I ended up drinking a ridiculous amount of beer, and I really should not have been driving, but I made it home safely, thank god. Poke hung out for awhile before he had to go to work; we were going to go drive down High St. and watch people light couches on fire, but decided to just have some time at home. He left around nine forty five, I chilled on the couch, talked to Psyndi, and eventually passed out around... oh, I'd say eleven fifteen. At the very latest. I was DRUNK. And it was pretty cool.


Poke came over after work, around 7am, and we cuddled together for awhile in bed and I guess I fell asleep cuz I woke up again around ten. We talked about my dreams and his dream and it was just so nice. No arguments. No anger. No frustration. Beautiful! I may be in love for real again. This could be the coolest fucking thing ever.

Sheeba's attacking me.


Fox is feeling blue.

Mickey takin' a nap.



After Poke went home, I watched The daVinci Code and it was so lame. I was very disappointed, but I should not have been surprised because I was quite disappointed in the book too. I mean, it was okay but I'm glad I didn't pay money to see it (go blockbuster online!) I took a really long nap, ate some food, unpacked some more, talked to SS (we're making up) and then headed out to karaoke. Woo! That was a fun time. It started off boring, but ended up quite swell. I had a great time. Cat was upset about Crash and cried a lot, but it was okay, cuz she needs to get it out. It was definitely a good time because I love hanging out with my friends and spending time with them.


This is D*Martin singing "God Bless America" and "We are the Champions"

Here I am when I let Dooger do my hair...

And here I am, watching D*Martin sing.




Tonight I suppose I will be going to Triple 16, but I don't think I'll be drinking cuz I've had more than enough beer to last me til Wednesday or so. Rock on!!

This weekend, I also realised that because of SL, I now know for sure what I will and will not stand for. I will not stand for lying, violence, hatred, and disrespect. That's not a complete list of course. But I sent him the following text message:
"Thank you for giving me the time to realise who I actually am an what I want. If I hadn't dated you, I wouldn't be w/the great man I have an I wouldn't have the new opportunities that I have now. I had thought it was a mistake but it was a journey. And I'm glad it happened."

So now I can forget about him completely because I made my own closure. Sweet.

Droppin' This Scene

Drama. I can't even write about it. So I'll just post some pretty emails for you. The pink ones are from me to her, the brown one is from her to me. Obviously.


Subject: You fucking CUNT.

YOU ARE A FUCKING CUNT.
I cannot believe that you would tell Doug that I have a fucking STD when you don't even know shit about me. Do you even know my last name? NO. You don't know SHIT. I have talked to you probably six or seven times in my life and I don't give a flying fuck about you. The point is that I have ALWAYS been nice to you even when you were stalking Andy and I tried to be the calm go between for you. I do NOT appreciate you telling Doug that he needs to "wrap it up" because I don't have any fucking diseases. Even if I did it's not your fucking business. You are a low down dirty cunt and don't worry cuz I will tell your dad all about it, not to mention everyone that goes to karaoke. Your big cunt mouth ruined a good thing for me and fear not, little girl, you will be reprimanded. Gossip does not go unpunished because it's a sin. You are a fucking cunt and I have no idea why you would even have anything against me. If it's because of Andy, nice, because he never even wanted anything to do with you.
FUCK YOU FUCKING CUNT.


Subject: Oh, and another thing.

Not only are you a dirty gossiping cunt who doesn't know shit, but I talked to Andy and he said that he's told you on countless occasions that he's not interested in dating you. Grow up and move on. Don't you have a boyfriend anyway?? Yeah. Thought so. You had better keep my name out of your mouth. If I ever hear another word about you spreading shit around because I supposedly kept you and Andy from hooking up, you're going to have some major fucking problems to deal with.


Subject: RE: Oh, and another thing.

First of all i never was ready to date Andy. I was still talking to my ex of 3 years and we were still trying to work it out and we did. Second of all if you were really paying attention you would have noticed that I specifically said that we weren't dating but just hanging out and having fun but, NOT DATING. Remember the quotes that I put around it? And, quite frankly, it doesn't matter what I said it was not your job to get in the middle of anything. Third, I never liked you after I found out you were calling me names even before you knew me because you felt threatened by me because we have one of the same guy friends. And I also heard that you were hurting said friend by telling everyone things that he had told you in confidence, even after he had asked you not to. This is also not the first time that you have made one of my friends mad or upset by your actions. Before you open your big mouth you should look to see who they are friends with and it would be a safe assumption that they would not like you. And another thing you really should get your facts straight. I told Duger that he could do better. That he deserves someone that likes him and wants to be with him, not just the little thing that was going on between you two. That and I don't trust anyone who cheats and that is apparently what you have done. As a result I told him to be careful about what he was doing. And yes at that point I told him that he should use something, i just don't trust cheaters. If that "ruined" your booty call i am sorry but good for him! HE deserves someone who actually likes him for him not just for a piece on the side. Once again though you stuck your nose where it doesn't belong and even though Andy and I are friends again he probably won't talk to me because you don't know what you are talking about. Oh and go ahead and tell my daddy what I did. He will probably laugh at you and ask you if you are really telling on me. Anyways you should really get your facts straight before you go off blabbing to other people. I am actually surprised you came to me first, usually don't you go telling everyone else first?


Subject: RE:RE: Oh, and another thing.

In regards to Andy, I never got in the middle of shit, you put me there. You were constantly asking me and sending me emails on here about "why isn't he talking to me?" and "do you know how he really feels about me?" and shit like that. And if you really think I felt threatened by you, I'm amused. I have plenty of friends, especially guy friends, and I really don't care who they date or hang out with, as long as that person isn't a flaming cunt. I never had a problem with you at all until last night when I found out what you said about me. I'm not sure when you think I called you names, and I know for a fact that I never called you anything to your face, so basically you're going off rumours, and that's pathetic. You never meant anything to me other than being some chick who goes to karaoke. I didn't hate you and I didn't like you. You were just there.
So who is this "friend" that told me things in confidence, which I then told everyone I know about? I've been racking my brain and I can't figure out who it could be, since the only mutual friend we have is Andy. I guess there are a few people we know from karaoke, but I still can't think of who it could be.
Also, I'd like to know where you got your information on my feelings for Doug. I'm sure you can't read my mind, especially since I haven't even seen you in months, unless you have super special telekinetic powers. As a matter of fact, I do like Doug, and I'm not just using him for sex. I would like to have a relationship with him, and he and I have discussed it. Not that it's your business, but as long as I'm righting all your wrong facts, I figured I'd let you know. The fact that you think he can do better than me is also amusing... I have a real job as a SENIOR loan processor at a prominent mortgage brokerage, my life is pretty much in order, I make good money, and I'm a great fun person. Not sure how he could do any better than that. And cheating? Who am I cheating on? Doug and I aren't even dating! Hahaha. You and your silly made up facts. I've never cheated on anyone in my life, and I never will. I don't stoop to that level. And no, you didn't ruin my booty call, don't worry. What you really did was upset Doug by lying about me to him, that hurt his feelings, and you made him feel weird because before you lied he never had a reason to not trust me. He still doesn't have a reason, and he still trusts me, so it's all good. Your little plan backfired sweetie.
In conclusion, YOU stuck your cunty little nose into MY business, brought me down to your cunty little level, and made up a bunch of "facts" (ie, lies) about me to try and destroy my reputation because... let me think... someone told you once that I said something about you and you never even bothered to ask me if it was true or not... Yep.
Have a wonderful day! =)


So, to summarize, some bitch is talkin' shit and she has no reason and no right to. Damnit. Why does drama follow me everywhere? I'm about to drop this mother fucking scene. I do not need this bullshit in my life anymore. The people that are not my friends that show up to karaoke are all just like high school kids, and you know what? I haven't been in high school since 2000. I'm an adult. Fuck them.
At least Dooger isn't mad at me. I mean, he had no reason to be, especially since he barely knows this Jennifer chick, but it did put him in a bad position. Whatever. He still called me last night, we didn't hang out, but at least we talked for a total of an hour yesterday (two phone calls.) Fuck her. Oh, and she's ugly.

So besides that bullshit on Wednesday night, there was even more ridiculous bullshit. SL called the cops on me all the way from Florida and told them that I was trying to kill myself. What a fucking bitch. Three cop cars and six cops in my goddamn parking lot at almost 3am... Jesus, please help me to forgive for he knows not what he has done. I hate people!!!!!!! Also, I can't wait to move. I'm going today to see if I can get in, so I can just move before I have to pay rent on this shit hole again and use that money for a down payment. Yeah. I was thinking about the Continent, but I have a few other places in mind.

Last night I was bored to death almost, so I went to Zuey's for one beer. My original plan was to have several beers, but it was way way way too loud there with all the darters and these crazy loud girls and everything. So I had one beer and went over to Eldo's to see Zara. Moose was there, Cool Ron, and GMc. Also a few others that I've known here and there. Apparently GMc still harbors ill feelings about my not bailing him out of jail back in April or May. Well you know what? That's just fine. He can't comprehend the weight of the situation that I was put in, and probably never will. He's just arrogant and he thinks he is invinceable. It's sad. He expected me to be responsible for him/his actions and a $900 balance on his bail. Forget it. I would do that for my immediate family only. Plus, how was I to know that he used his canadian license and not his US one? As far as I was concerned, getting arrested was a direct violation of his probation. Fuck that.
Anyway. Karaoke was fine, kinda boring but I got to sing three songs. I went back to Zuey's for one more beer after that because it had emptied out a bit, and talked to 31 and some other boys I had met on Tuesday night. I bought some Miller Lite to take home, and overall, it was a good night. Went home, watched some Jay Leno, and went to sleep.

Love and other things.

I hate love. The End.

Ok, just kidding. It's not the end. But I do hate love. Oxymoronic of me? Definitely. More on that later. First I have to tell you about my dream!

I dreamt that the kittens had dry rot on their skin. There were only two ways to get rid of it, the Pauly Shore way and the Duck Tape way. Somehow I knew that dry rot is also called wood worm, even though it's not a worm at all, kinda like ringworm isn't a worm but a fungus. Like dry rot. Anyway. The dry rot on their skin was greenish, and hard. Not hard like crusty, but more like tough skin or something, and it was gross. Mickey had it the worst. Sheeba was also orange in my dream, like Mickey and Fox are in real life. Sheeba didn't hardly have any at all. I used the Pauly Shore technique on Sheeba and Fox, since they were least affected, and that involved spraying them with vinegar water and letting it soak into their skin. Do this once every fifteen minutes and within four hours the dry rot will be gone. For more severe cases, like Mickey, I had to use the Duck Tape technique. First I had to hog tie Mickey with the tape, then cover his mouth but not his nose. This was just so he wouldn't try and scratch or bite the tape off. Then I applied the tape over the dry rot spots, two strips in a cross formation like an "X". I had to put Mickey in a box for three days and only give him water every 24 hours through a dropper through a small hole in the tape over his mouth. I put him in the box, and thought that this was working out quite well because I was about to start packing anyway. Apparently I was moving... not sure. I'd assume I was. That was about it.

By the way, dry rot can't occur on skin. Just so ya know.

So, on to last night. Last night was super swell! I went to Zuey's around eight thirty, after D*Martin had come over for dinner. Zuey's started out kinda blah and boring as usual, but then I started talking to this kid, 31. 31 is an interesting fellow. He's weird, but he's okay, and at least he's not boring like Nicholas, haha. But on the same level of weird, for sure. Some more people came in that I knew, and then Poke called me. He came up to Zuey's and we hung out there for awhile, and it was fun. Then we headed over to the Hot Spot where I ran into Els, this guy from old school Zuey's. It was weird to see him again, considering the last time I saw him I wanted to kick his head in. Yeah, he didn't remember that part. Els is the guy who got in a fight with Fuzz, but I'm not sure if I posted about that or not... it may have been before I started my blog. But I digress. So Poke and I were hanging out at Hot Spot and it was a good time. NMc came in, I talked to him for a little bit, and it was generally fun. I sang two songs, drank some Heinekins, and just chilled. Good times were had by all. Poke and I had somewhat strange conversation, about how he loves me, and I didn't really know what to think of it. We were both fairly drunk, so who knows if it meant anything, but still. One doesn't just randomly say "I love you", does one? Don't know! I mean, Poke and I get along really well, but... he can't be the one, can he? That would just be strange. Although my first name and his last name do go very nicely together. I would really be a rock star if that was my name! Anyway, I'm not really going to think about it much, since I'm sure it was nothing. Probably just the beer speaking. After Hot Spot he and I went back to my house and had some wild crazy sex, of course, and it was fucking off the hook, of course, like it always is. Oh yes.

I guess that's about all I have to write about. *yawn*

Here we go again

Yeah I've had some weird dreams recently but I just haven't posted them. Sorry. The one I had last night was especially strange because it was so real.

SL had moved back, but he wasn't living with me. He worked at the same CVS too. He and I were hanging out in Brewstirs on Weber and High playing trivia. Everyone was there. I left and went to Zuey's, and all my old friends were there. Suddenly I got a call on my phone, and it was DD from work calling to get me to come in, even though it was late at night. Apparently they needed my expertise on some website to submit a file. I went in to work, and everytime I tried to log in to a website a box popped up and said "Your password is stored as Lani, is this your password?" and of course it wasn't my password, so it took a long time to get into these sites. Some other stuff happened but I don't remember it.

Last night KP and I went to Zuey's and hung out for a few hours. It was terribly fun! I was so happy to be back in Zuey's, just chillin' in my same old chair like the old days. I had a couple shots and some beers, and it was good. I left around ten fifteen to go see D*Martin at Trump's, which was boring. All of a sudden I felt totally wasted. It was almost like the other night, but not as bad. I don't even know what happened. I didn't even sing any songs, I just gave him the rest of my beer and I left. Stopped at Taco Bell, shoved my face full of nachos, and went to sleep. All of this was before midnight. I'm so strange. I think it has something to do with the medication I'm on because the label says it may cause drowsiness with alcohol, and that is exactly what is happening.

Freak on a Leash

It's funny when you find out who is into BDSM. I'm highly amused and yet not surprised at all. Way to go. You know who you are.

Anyway, there is a song on the radio called "Keg in the Closet" by Kenny Chesney (yay) and I can't concentrate so I will say that last night karaoke FUCKING rocked, I even stopped in at Zuey's after SL and I walked GG home, and it was just wonderful. I had such a happy time last night. Oh yes.

Now, a sad song because there is far too much joy happening.



Wake Up Older
~Julie Roberts~

Slept in my makeup
Didn't get my teeth brushed
I crashed on the couch
And now my mouth tastes like yesterday's news
Well hello Jim Beam
Oh the places you've seen
If only you could talk
You'd tell me why he walked out on me and you

Oh the things lovers do when it's over
Oh the things lovers do when it's done
Find a cool bottle or a warm shoulder
Wake up older
And try to move on

I drove around last night
Thinkin' 'bout our last fight
I cruised by your house
And all the lights were out and you were gone
So I found me a stranger
With his comforting danger
But I thought about you
The whole time we were gettin' it on

Oh the things lovers do when it's over
Oh the things lovers do when it's done
Find a cool bottle or a warm shoulder
Wake up older
And try to move on

Find a cool bottle or a warm shoulder
Wake up older
Wake up older

Slept in my makeup
Didn't get my teeth brushed
I crashed on the couch and now my mouth tastes like
Yesterday's news

Quick Tally

For those of you who are interested:

• 34 posts involving "strange dreams"
• over 100 references to Zuey's
• almost 100 references to Eldo's

More to come. I must go watch The Simpsons.

The Missing Posts. (Previously handwritten in a small notebook.)

April 1st, 2005

Midnight

My plane is suppose to leave in 6 hours but I'm at Zuey's being very nervous. Right about now is when I start telling everyone that I need to go and sleep. The problem is, I am too nervous. Tim, Brian, Doug, Luke, and Billy (who is not Steve Skills) are all telling me I will be fine - but I am so scared of the airport. Finally, around 1:30am, I go home and fall asleep in the recliner. I am awoken around 3:45am by Tony, who is packing my suitcase. I sleep on and off until about 4:15am when I finally get up and finish helping Tony pack. We head out, hit CVS for cigs, stopped back at home because I forgot my paperwork. Finally we head out to the airport. Get there, and I actually move through the check-in fairly quickly. So quickly in fact that I am waiting patiently for my plane by 5:25am - 55 minutes to take off! 6:20am comes and goes - the announce it will be 6:35am. The crew has to get 8hrs of sleep to legally fly. By 6:55am I am finally on the plane. I expected a regular size jet plane, but I was sadly mistaken- my "American Eagle" was more like a mexican airbus. very, very small with 6 passengers, 1 pilot, and 1 stewardess. The flight wasn't bad - take off was fun really - I couldn't believe how fast we were actually going. I thought it would be a more gradual thing but it was really like zoom! And suddenly we're almost 30,000 feet in the air. I looked out the window for about 15 minutes, then I fell asleep on and off until the pilot came on and said we would be landing in 15 minutes. I drank Sprite from a can on the flight. We landed in Boston (over the ocean) at a completely separate terminal. Logan airport was kind of scary, but I made it through and into a taxi that took me to Salem. I got in around 10:45am. Luckily I got to check in early - normal check in isn't until 3pm. I got to the room, made some phone calls to Lani and my mom, and then fell asleep. So many people called me that afternoon - Tony, Lani, Mom, Luke, Shawn - nobody ever calls me on my cell phone but for some reason they al felt the need to call me that afternoon! Around 4:30pm I finally woke up and took a shower. Dinner was in the Tavern - nachos and Sam Adams White Ale. I get hit with New England sticker shock - $13.10 plus tip - $16.00. Oh my gosh. I couldn't believe it. After dinner I walked outside to smoke (the whole state has a smoking ban!) and I asked a very creepy looking woman if she knew where I could go for live music and good beer. The answer was Dodge Street Bar & Grille. Very local place. Locals with thick accents and all. Bartender is about a four on a scale of 1-10 in friendliness. Oh well. New England was never known for its charming residents. I stay until about 10:45pm, just long enough to catch the opening band. While I'm there, Wes calls me and we talk a little, some about work, some about my trip. An old guy sitting next to me kept telling me he was not trying to put a pass on me, but he bought me a few beers, and kept up a very, very boring conversation. It was cold walking back to the hotel, but not too bad. When I got in, I ordered a
pizza that ended up being very cheap with free extra cheese. Sleep came around eleven thirty.


Saturday April 2nd

8:30am

I wake up, and within five minutes room service knocks on the door witha $14.00 breakfast of 2 eggs, 2 pieces of toast, 2 sausage links, homefires, orange juice and water. Delicious. I laid around for a little while and took a shower followed by some more laying around til I finally left and headed for the Peabody-Essex Museum. It was raining pretty hard when I left the hotel, and since my winter jacket won't be here until Monday, I ran to the museum. The Peabody-Essex Museum was okay, not as exciting as I thought it would be. Not really worth $13.00 either. Oh well, museums are always overpriced. After that I went to the Salem Beer Works for lunch, which was 1/2 Steak Ceasar Wrap, 1 cup of New England Clam Chowder, and a glass of Bunker Hill Bluebeery Ale - Beer made with blueberries and it had real blueberries floating around in the glass. Delicious. I went back to the hotel after lunch and napped from about 4:30pm to 7:30pm. I got up and looked through the hotel-provided directory for something fun to do. A place called Rockafellas had live music, so I went there - it was right down the street. Very nice place - I had foccacia w/pesto, a salad, and baked sea scallops with seafood stuffing and rice pilaf. The owner of the restaurant, Theresa, ate dinner with me. It was very nice. I also had two Harpoon Ales, which I believe is my new favorite over Miller Lite. It's real beer! I walked back to the hotel and had one beer in the tavern and then went to my room to relax, watch some TV, and sleep. I'm not sure when I fell asleep, but at 5:40am, who should call me but Scott. He's crying and drunk - terrible. Tells me he made a fool of himself in fron to f a bunc ho f people. I'm not surprised. He keeps going on, basically uttering nonsense, tells me he wants to drive out here. He finally falls asleep and I hang up. What an odd thing.


Sunday April 3rd

11am

I wake up, shower, call Scott (no answer), and head to Dunkin' Donuts. I actually eat two donuts - I think I've had four donuts total in the last year. I head to CVS to buy this notebook, these shitty pens, some cigs, a razor, and 3 disposable cameras - $32.00. After that I go to the Trollet Shop to buy some souvenirs, shot glasses and postcards. Head over to Witch Tee's and get a shirt for Hailey, Yo, and myself. While I'm in there, Scott calls me. Apologizes for scaring me last night. Tells me he does miss me. Some girl he was trying to date fucked him over, etc. I tell him that he shouldn't even bother wiht other women. He agreed - told me he should stick with me because I'm the only one who is ever there for him. *sigh* I pay for my t-shirts and head back to the hotel. I drop off my stuff and pick up my camera and sweatshirt. Head out into the neighborhood and take 16 pics from The Commons to Darby Wharf. It rains a little but not too bad - its mostly windy. I eat lunch at McSwiggin's (Harpoon and Chowdah) and go back to the hotel for some rest. While trying to rest, Nate (the guy who likes to be tied up) txt msgs me. I txt msg him back to call me. He does, and I give him a dare to do. When he's done he calls me back and we end up talking for an hour while I just chill in the room. Around 7pm I order a cheesesteak and onion rings from Omega. It arrives about 8pm. The onion rings are great but the sandwhich is weird - LOTS of meat, barely any cheese, and no lettuce/tomatoe/mayo/etc. I eat all of it over about an hour - its actually really good. After that I just lay around til sleep.


Monday April 4th

10:00 am

Guest services calls to tell me they have a package for me. It's my jacket - yay! I call work after they drop it off and talk to Lani a little - of couse she has some bullshit drama to relay, I really don't care. I talk to Wes and help him figure out some stuff for work. After showering and watching some of the Pope's procession, I walk to Brother's cafeteria to eat a Greek salad and tapioca pudding with Diet Pepsi. I decided to be touristy today so I went to the Witch History Museum. I was the only person there and it was pretty cool. The girl was nice and I was allowed to take pictures of all the stuff. After that I walked to the Witch Museum where it was me and a family of four. That was pretty cool too. Their little boy was about 4 or 5 and he was scared. It was very cute. I went back to the hotel and balanced my check book and then rested. After a short nap I woke up and walked to Finz, an oh-so-hip seafood restaurant. I spent $60 including the tip, but it was worth it. I had a cosmo martini, a glass of pinot grigio, a baileys and coffee, a salad, and lobster ravioli. After dinner I walked back to the hotel to watch some TV and rest some more.

The End

A Great Idea if I've Ever Heard One

Today Joe.My.God wrote this great post about what if life was like the Law & Order courtroom where you could be really nasty to someone and then just withdraw your comment. He gave awesome examples, you should go read it.

I think I'm going to employ that withdraw policy in my life for the next few days and see how it goes. I can picture it now... (if it would actually work...)

SL: "Let's have some sex."
Me: "No way you smell like a pile of garbage!"
SL: "I hate you."
Me: "Withdrawn."
SL: "Swell, let's get it on."

Hahahahahaha! SL doesn't really smell like garbage though, fyi.


I've decided that that is the next tattoo I'm going to get. Followed by water, fire, life/death, and a couple other ones. I might get the love/hate one also, the image that is my pic up there on the profile.

So yesterday SL and I had our first "live-in" real fight. It was pretty major, but we worked things out. I decided that I needed some "me time", so after dinner I went to Zuey's and talked to KL for a little bit, only stayed for about 45 minutes (2 beers.) Then I headed over to The Hot Spot, to see Zara and the Pirate and sing some karaoke (2 beers.) I was thinking about heading back to get SL but went to Brewstir's instead. NB and SB were there, so was The Sir, TomCat, GLick and D*Martin was running the show. SL was of course worried about me being there with SB, but it was all good. I didn't know for sure if he was going to be there or not when I went, but I wasn't concerned either way. I mostly hung out with NB and SB wandered around the whole time, occasionally stopping back to buy me a shot (2 shots.) It was a good night (4 beers.) I got home around one thirty, about an hour later than I told SL, but I had called him periodically throughout the night so it's not like he didn't know what was going on. I'm considerate like that. *grin*

When I got home we drank some rum and Sunny D, played on the internet a bit, and then watched the 2nd round of Jay Leno while laying in bed being silly. This was an amazing day because SL and I went from being at each other's throats to being happy. That's a good thing.

I'm Lovin' It!

I love my life. Last night I went to Zuey's with KP and we drank green beer, which turned our mouths green. GG was there but she didn't drink any green beer because she doesn't like beer period. We had so much fun, it was just swell. CL was there and he was wasted, and kept trying to hit on KP but she wasn't having a part of it. This really drunk asshole kept trying to pet Wendell and it pissed me off so much because he was being a cock. I couldn't believe I had to fucking fight with a drunk to keep him from petting a seeing eye dog. Ridiculous.

Oh well, today I am going to do nothing and then work on my novel. Yeah babe.

Bishop declares, "Meat and Beer: Okay!"

This week has been so frickin' long. Oh man.

Tuesday I went to Zuey's and watched American Idol. It was a pretty fun evening. I went to Brewstir's in Clintonville after that, for Cat's show. Met up with NB, and we had a great time. He didn't really try too hard to put the moves on me, so that was cool. I hadn't seen him since September I think, and we had a lot of catching up to do. He made me happy because somehow we got talking about something, I have no clue, and I was like, "Yeah, I wish I was more girly." He laughed and said I was very girly. I said, "No way! I wear these lesbian boots and polo shirts and Birkenstock sandals!" He said I was very very girly and something like it didn't matter if I tried to dress up like a man, I would still be girly. That made me so happy. I guess SL is right, along with ND from work, I am girly. I just need to feel more girly, but it's starting to happen, haha.

Wednesday I did nothing. Literally. I was worn out from Tuesday!

Last night I went to a company function at MIT. That was great fun, getting to meet everyone that I always talk to on the phone. They really had the hookup, with little butler people walking around and a bartender fellow and a huge spread of food like cheese, vegetables, salmon, crackers, chocolate strawberries, little teeny deserts, etc. They even had a carving station to make sandwiches and stuff! It was awesome. I had about four glasses of wine, but that was cool because 1) it was free and 2) I love wine and it does not get me instantly trashed! I ran into this guy I worked with at a couple different jobs, and a guy I worked at Jericho with. I met some chick that works with my old manager from Jericho. She told me how she hates him and I told her how I hated him and then she was like, "Oh my god, you're Kelly! I've heard stories about you! Isn't your husband MMA?!" Which pissed me off when I learned that in the last three years, this guy has been telling his version of these things that actually happened, but not the way he says they do.

For instance, right after I quit there I was hospitalized. I got all these calls from concerned people, because this guy had told everyone that MMA beat me so much that I landed in the ICU. Riiiiight. It was not even close to the reason why I was in there, and MMA never beat me. In fact, every time MMA had ever tried to lay a hand on me I usually ended up being the winner in that situation. This old manager guy is just a fucking loser. He told me all these lies while I worked there, and he was just a regular asshole. When my mother-in-law died twice during surgery but finally made it through, MMA and I had to stay with her little girl so my step-father-in-law could be at the hospital. We took about a week off work, cleared with the owners/our bosses, and everything was fine and they were very understanding. Well one day during this time off, I get a call from Mr. Manager. He tells me that my family is not important, this little 5 year old with a mother who is practically on life support is not important, and I need to come back to work and take care of my duties there. I tell you, he is just a regular asshole. Not to mention he's about 400 lbs., over six feet tall, and the biggest fucking flamer you could imagine. He used to have little twinks come for "interviews" in his office and we all knew he was really getting blow jobs and god knows what else from them. Ick.

But, I have gotten away from my point!

This girl was totally wasted, oh my god. And she was dressed like a prostitute, seriously, her skirt was so short that when she walked she had to keep tugging it down so no one would see her crack and cooch. We headed over to the Dub Pub, why, I don't know. She was like, "Let me buy you a shot!" so I said that would be swell. We talked about the asshole some more, and then she got this bright idea to give me a spontaneous makeover. Well the wine was starting to set in and the shot we did was also, so I said what the heck. We went to the bathroom and she attacked me with her makeup case. The end result was pretty awesome, except for she colored in my eyebrows... I looked cool until that happened, and then I looked like an old hooker. OH my god. When she wasn't looking I tried to rub some of it off, and it worked a little bit so at least I didn't look like a old hooker anymore. Now I just looked fake. The guys at the bar that she was trying to hook us up with said it looked fine, but I just couldn't believe them. She bought me another shot and we left because she had to go up to Sawmill to get her friend or something. I worried about her driving because she was really so so so drunk, but she told me that one DUI doesn't matter when you've already got one. Whatever.

I headed over to Eldo's, and on the way I just felt drunker. It was shitty. When I got there I drank a ton of water while I talked to TD and MN (formerly mentioned as Mrm.) I sang alright, but I was starting to be un-drunkish a little so I didn't sing as well as I could have. That sucked because I really wanted to impress my friends. Damn wine! I hate when I'm "coming down" from be drunk, it makes me feel crappy. Anyway, we had a great time. Poke came in and he was literally all over me. I kept telling him that nothing could happen because I've got a boyfriend, etc. etc. etc., but he would not give up. He kept asking for a kiss so I finally I kissed him. I told SL about it this morning and he said that was okay, because after that Poke pretty much let me alone. He hates Poke anyway so I guess that's just another reason to keep hating him! Anyway, Wolfy was there, so was TomCat, Moose, and B the BDI. B's girlfriend came over to me at one point and told me that they didn't hate me or weren't angry with me or anything, because of what happened with SS/Jms, and that was cool. She said that B really had nothing to do with the situation, and since he and I have been friends longer than I have even known SS/Jms, it was alright. He smiled at me and waved hi, so that was cool, but I didn't really get to talk to him. Overall, a good evening.


Today is St. Patrick's Day, yippy. Green beer, woo-hoo! The Bishop has declared that Catholics can eat meat today, even though it's not allowed normally during Lent to eat meat on Fridays. The only catch is that the meat that is being eaten must be celebratory meat, ie, a St. Patrick's Day CornBeef and Sauerkraut meal or something. Can't just eat meat when you want. Also, you do not have to adhere to the rule of fasting, ie, whatever you gave up. So today, I am allowed to drink beer. Yay! I probably won't eat any meat though. As I sit and think about the Irish, it brings to mind another set of Alcoholics - the Native Americans.

Okay, I'll admit that was a terrible seagueway to a new paragraph, but whatever. I had to bring up this bitch in some way! Even though I've moved on with my life, it's apparent that some people haven't. I got an Instant Message from SS this morning, and it was as follows:

mamaturtle2000 (3/17/2006 10:01:14 AM): You were lookin a little loser-ish last night, and as usual, I'm at home with my family and you're out getting drunk. How truly, truly sad

I don't understand why she bothers to care. I mean seriously. She is one of those people who is so obviously miserable with her life that she actually gets off on creating drama. She is always the victim in every case - when she got arrested it wasn't her fault, when she had the cops called on her by the neighbors it wasn't her fault, when this that and the other thing happened it wasn't her fault. She's always complaining about something. The neighbors are loud. The office doesn't do whatever in her idea of a timely fashion. Her son's teacher doesn't teach right. Her husband's boss is too strict. The person driving behind her rode too closely on her bumper and almost killed her and her kids. Her sisters have too much drama. Etc. etc. etc. It's disgusting. I feel really bad for people like her who are so miserable that they fake happiness while they try to make others miserable. It's pathetic. Besides, how would she know if I was looking "loser-ish"? She wasn't there! And if her dad said I was there, I highly doubt he would say "loser-ish." Not to mention the fact that I wasn't looking "loser-ish" (whatever that means, anyway!) because I was surrounded by friends and having a fucking awesome time. And another question is, why is it "truly truly sad" that I'm out? There's the jealousy coming right through in that statement. It's literally dripping with wanton. I'm out getting drunk... because I have a life, I have friends, I can afford it, I'm not an alcoholic, etc. So I like to drink? So what? Pathetic, she's really, really pathetic. I'm also not sure why she keeps on perpetuating this drama, I paid the cunt her money back and it's over now. I have the cancelled checks to prove it. I've moved on. I'm very happy with my life, SL is going to be here in five days, I finally had my book published, and I've got a handful of great friends. I don't give a flying fuck about her, her family, her children anymore - she needs to move on, seriously. I don't answer her emails or instant messages, and the only reason why I'm even mentioning her in this post is because I'm baffled. Really, truly baffled as to why she keeps going with this. Poor SS and her miserable life. It's almost sad enough to bring a tear to my eye... but not quite.

Time to go eat mac'n'cheese. Late.

Marlboro Menthol Lights in a box please.

I've been smoking the same cigarettes for almost all of the 13 years I've been a smoker. Sometimes I wonder what Philip Morris has done with all that money... and what I could have done with it. Oh well. Now I save Marlboro Miles and maybe some day I'll be able to get that swell bomber jacket!

Well today was an interesting day. I suppose I should start with last night, really. I went to Zuey's for a few hours with KP. Since I've given up beer, I had so much trouble trying to figure out what I wanted to drink. I started with the bombs- Cherry, then Grape (nasty) and lastly, Berry (tastes like cough syrup.) By that time, because I literally drank all three of those within about 15 minutes, I was warm inside. KP finally showed up, and of course, she was drinking beer. I was so envious. The boring kid came in for a minute, and he bought me a Jaeger bomb, which I am starting to once again enjoy. I had a half of a glass of beer because I have to follow Jaeger with beer just because of the weird funky taste it leaves in my mouth. I had a few other drinks, and ended up spending more than I'm used to. It kinda sucked, but I suppose that not drinking beer, which is wicked cheap, has it's price. Ha.

We had a blast at Zuey's, I love hanging out with fun people who like to have fun. Too often I find myself hanging around losers who do nothing but complain about everything around them, and that brings me down. I've finally figured this out after all this time, I'm not sure what took me so long... Anyway. We played this battle of the sexes game, which I rocked at, and that was okay. We didn't really keep score or anything or have a game board, it was pretty much just KL reading the questions. KP was good too, and this one kid, and of course JD and The Mean Guy knew their stuff. Everyone was surprised at how many of the really hard questions I knew. See, I guess they just don't know me that well and have not yet realised my infinite wisdom. Alright, I won't go that far, but I am really, really intelligent. I scored high on my tests.

KP and I went back to her house, and she made some Hamburger Helper for our toasted asses. It was good, but way hot, and I gave some to Spike the Dog. I couldn't stay because I'm not comfortable sleeping at other people's houses, and for some reason my nose tells me that her apartment smells like gas. She doesn't notice it, but it hits me hard. So I went home and talked to SL for awhile and then passed out. I woke up around 07:24, confused because I was holding the phone in my hand. Apparently I had forgotten to plug it in... oh well. The Today Show was on, and it was something about something I didn't care about, so I went back to sleep. I finally woke up around 08:45 and hauled my ass out of bed. I kept smelling the smell of gas, and it was really making me sick. I felt sick all day right up until now. I've eaten stuff, like ND brought in McDonald's for me and I had some Mac'n'Cheese for lunch and a little bit of chinese food (from the crock pot) for dinner, but still my stomach is like Yikes. Oh well.

MMA instant messaged me today, offering to contribute his tax refund towards the divorce. I am wondering what his motivation is because I know that simply getting the divorce isn't enough. I bet he wants to get married to the girl he was dating... if they're still dating... who knows. All I know is that I have $100.00 saved so we'll see what happens and when. I'm not too concerned about it, I'm not getting married for almost a year yet.

I'm a little bit sad right now because SL was supposed to come back next Thursday but he might have to stay in Florida longer. It's not for legal reasons or anything like that, he just hasn't been able to get any work through the labor ready place, and so he only has a little bit of money saved up. Of course, everyday he waits to buy the ticket, the price goes up more. I'll probably PayPal him a couple bucks to contribute, just so I can get him here sooner. He heard back from one of his prospects for a job here, and it seems really promising. The guy told him that he really wants SL for the position, and he's waiting for him to come back to interview him in person. I hope he gets that job, it's really really great and the pay is awesome. He would be making almost as much as I am, and more than someone who works at a gas station or in a meat department at the grocery store.

Speaking of gas again, I got a new furnace. This makes me happy. They knocked money off my rent, to compensate for the retarded gas bill, and that made me happy too. All in all, now that I've let go of this bullshit and I'm moving on with my life, I'm generally in a better mood. I'm making a valiant effort to be optimistic, and it's working! The less depressing losers I hang out with, the better off I am. Now that there aren't those kind of people in my life anymore, it's gravy. Yay for me. I rock.

Oh, and because I know she's going to read this:
SS, sending me emails and instant messages is pointless. You're wasting your time. I'm not going to stoop to your level. Have a wonderful life; I hope everything goes the way you want it. It's been real, and it's been fun, but it hasn't been real fun. Move on and focus your energy on your children and your husband. I'm not a part of your life anymore.
The End.

The Definition Of...

Main Entry: mo·ron
Pronunciation: 'mor-"än
Function: noun
Etymology: irregular from Greek mOros foolish, stupid
1 usually offensive : a mildly mentally retarded person
2 : a very stupid person
- mo·ron·ic /m&-'rä-nik, mo-/ adjective
- mo·ron·i·cal·ly /-ni-k(&-)lE/ adverb
- mo·ron·ism /'mOr-"ä-"ni-z&m, 'mor-/ noun
- mo·ron·i·ty /m&-'rä-n&-tE, mo-/ noun

Now, here's why: (I hope you're all sitting down, this shit is hilarious, you may fall over laughing.)
My comments are in red.

She writes:

How pathetic can one person be? Let’s see, take someone else’s words and change them around-very original. I believe some people make their living this way... click here and here for examples. Put it on a dumb-ass blog that only your dumb-ass friends read-never seen that one before either… Apparently she is insulting herself, since she still reads my blog... haha!

Let’s see….
Now shorty, back in the day, she was dancing for dollars
Jealous that you can’t? Proud that she was a stripper? Who, by the way, never profited from the business (according to her own words!)

She feeds him foolish fantasies, he pays her cause he wanna

Not only does that not make any sense at all, since the threesome was his idea, but…he pays me cause he’s a man and he supports his woman. Unlike some people I know… I like how she says her husband pays her. Sounds like a whore to me!

I kissed a little one night, and my game got her
A hour later, have that cash up in the PayPal

Who are you trying to fool? Even if that was the way it happened; that just makes you look like a whore. Nah, it just makes her look like a pushover. Which wasn't the case back then, but now that she's being a C-U-N-T I don't care. She claimed the money had nothing to do with the making out but we all know it's not true.

I whispers in her ear saying I think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her

Never happened. No whisperin’ in anyone’s ear; and I never bought you a drink at the bar; ever.
No, I didn't literally whisper in her ear, I'll admit. But we did have secret conversations online that she didn't archive for fear of her husband seeing them! Also, she didn't buy me a drink in the bar, also true. But she did buy me case after case of Miller Lite without my asking.

She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk
She from the country, think she like me cause I'm from the north

Ummm, I’m from Colorado, which I guess could be called the country and you’re from Ohio; which is only the north if you’re from Florida. So, nope that one doesn’t work either.
Click here to see a map of the United States. You will notice that the following states are north of Ohio: Washington, Oregon, Idaho, Montana, Wyoming, North Dakota, South Dakota, Minnesota, Wisconsin, Michigan, Mew York, Connecticut, Rhode Island, Massachusetts, New Hampshire, Vermont, and Maine. That means 34% of the USA is north of Ohio. So, nope that one doesn't work either.

I ain't that girly trying to holla or to give some head

That wasn’t you that was giving blow jobs to guys in the parking lot of Eldorados? Sure wasn’t me. I only do that with my husband. I gave one blow job in the parking lot, and it was to my at-the-time boyfriend... hmmm...

By the way, I will get all of my money from you, so I don’t know who you’re trying to convince on that one. Where in this situation did I ever state that I wasn't going to pay her back completely? Please, someone, find me that line.

I'm bout the honey you see, girl you can't rock out like me

You can’t be talking about singing because everyone knows I’m a better singer than you and like I said, spending more time on your back or in the bar than you spend doing anything else is not rocking out!! Everyone knows... yeah... because she's at karaoke all the time. Not possible, because her husband keeps her locked in the house! Besides, I've never seen anyone (but friend or family) compliment her, never saw anyone request a song from her, never saw anyone offer to buy her a drink, etc... Is she going to be joining someone's band soon? Didn't think so. I love the part where she says I'm on my back or in the bar all the time. 1) Of course I'm on my back - at least 6 hours a day - that's how I sleep. 2) In the bar all the time... right. I haven't been to a bar in a week. In fact, I usually only go once or twice a week anymore.

Roll joints in your kid's room while you watch TV
I'm more responsible than thee, you're a C-U-N-T

Let’s see, we can afford a three bedroom apartment, two kids, two cars, two cell phones and you’re more responsible than me? Are you kidding me? You can’t even support yourself and your cats! Because... smoking pot in her kid's room has what to do with my income? I've never been arrested, I don't do drugs, hmmm.... but the fact that she has a 3-bedroom apt (I have a 1000+ sq. ft. townhome - oh wait, I had to have the kid's b-day party because their place was too small, right?) I have one car but I only need one, at least I don't have a broken-down one taking up space, my cats are fed and cared for just fine, thank you.

Girl we could pop some champagne and we could have a ball
We could toast to the good life, girl we could have it all
We could really splurge girl, and tear up the mall
If ever you needed someone, I'm the one you should call
I'd be there to pick you up, if ever you should fall
If you got problems, I can solve'em, they big or they small
But you went an' fucked it up with your infantile shit

Why would you even say that? I tried to make reaparations to our friendship. You were the one who wanted to continue being a nasty bitch; all because of Sal. I fucked it up with my infantile shit? YOU ENDED OUR FRIENDSHIP AND ARE TRYING TO SCREW ME OUT OF MY MONEY BECAUSE I DON’T LIKE YOUR BOYFRIEND! Doesn’t get more infantile than that, Kelly. I said that because it was true, and I'm not a liar. I'm not sure what a "reaparation" is... but if she means "reparation", ha. Tried to fix our friendship by constantly sending me nasty emails? Even when she would send them, I would respond shortly, giving information about when the check(s) would be sent out. She kept being nasty. Talk about infantile. And again, please, someone show me where I'm trying to screw them out of their money - I've sent them 2 checks for $300.00 total, the last one is going to be mailed this week, and I've offered to pay their check cashing fees, which aren't my responsibility.

I'm not your friend, your lover, or confidant, bitch

You obviously never were. Too bad she thinks this way...

I keep a 'Stang, some men, and some jewels

Keeping “some” men, just makes you slutty and…I have 14 diamonds and over 60 karats of gold on right now. Where’s yours? I love how she takes things literally. She has nothing to say about the car (although, she's better than me because she owns her POS Tempo outright and I have a loan on my Mustang...) I don't literally "keep" men, but trust me, I have plenty of them at my disposal if I should want one at any time. As for the bling... she has them on her body, who's to say I don't have mine in a safe/safe deposit box/etc.? She knows nothing about what I have.

She got on Payless, me I got on leather boots

Wrong again. I couldn’t even tell you where a Payless is located, and I have 2 pairs of leather boots; including a $600 pair of handmade custom, lace-up leather knee-highs. Now what? This was more of a hit on my end towards her penchant for dumpster-diving. Really has nothing to do with shoes... I suppose I'm not allowed to have any poetic license in my own blog?

I'm shopping for champagne, she's shoppin' for diapers

Not only did you have to borrow money from me, your fucking furniture got repossed cuz you couldn’t afford it! Too bad too, cuz I just moved my leather couch out to the dumpster yesterday. Coulda gave it to you, would have even moved it for you, but who needs furniture when you’ve got Sal right? I never had to borrow money, in fact, I never even asked to borrow it. Also, my furniture never got repossessed, much less repossed (whatever that is), I voluntarily returned it to Rent-A-Center because I figured that instead of spending $105.00 per month, I could save that and buy a living room set. As if I would want her ratty old couch anyway - both arms were busted, the cushions were smashed in, and you couldn't even sit on it - you had to perch on the edge or lay across it.

Man this hoe you can have her, when he's done no one gonna want her

Is that directed at yourself, becaue I’ve only slept with one person in the last 4 and a half years…so I can’t be the ho (you spelled it like the garden tool….) and my man is commited to me, so he won’t be done with me anytime soon… All I have to say is that she needs to take her beef up with 50 cent on the spelling of hoe. Also, it's great that she's been so loyal to her husband - too bad he can't say the same back - she admitted to me on several occasions that she suspected he slept with her younger sister, who was 15 years old at the time.
Man, friends will come and go, every real person knows

Real friends don’t. Real friends don't put a price on your friendship, and when they do, that's when things "come and go."

Bitch high on weed tryin' to be smart, I'll bet she's got it to an art

Jealous you can’t afford it? I don’t have to try to be smart about anything. Take a long hard look at our two lives and see who’s made the smarter choices... Is she serious? Am I jealous that I can't afford to buy weed? I don't even SMOKE weed! And truthfully, although I did battle with an addiction once, I never did it around my kids (if I had had any I wouldn't have), my friends' kids, etc. I would never put a child in danger by bringing drugs into the house.

Put my new boyfriend down, you'll get your ass reamed

What, on your blog? I’m dis-crediting just about everything you said anyway. As I discredit her right back.

Now see this bottom feeder, she always said I'd need her

How am I the bottom feeder? I don’t need to borrow money from anyone, I don’t cruise the bars (which, by the way, didn’t anyone tell you that VIP is a gay bar? Maybe that’s why GMc hangs there) and I have a pretty wonderful life, in fact. Again, I don't need to borrow money from anyone either. Let me reiterate that I never even asked. Onto the bars and my "cruising", as you can all see by reading my blog, I only frequent two bars, Zuey's and Eldo's. And I only go there on karaoke nights to Eldo's, and only to Zuey's on one night (not even every week) that my good friend works there. As for the VIP being a gay bar, that's just fucking hilarious to me. The KJ at the VIP on Wednesdays and Saturdays happens to be a homosexual, so of course he brings all his friends in, who are mostly gay as well. All the KJs I know do the same thing! When they have a show, they bring in their friends to get the place going. GMc only goes to the VIP occasionally, usually for his (now ended) pool league.

've got enough gnomes in my garden don't need another bird feeder

Not one single part of that even makes sense I thought it was funny and I needed something to rhyme. Clever of me, in my opinion.

Cause I need a divorce and she's holdin' me up

How, by taking back my money? Cuz I can’t be holding you back by not cashing the checks. No, she's not holding me up by taking back her money, she's holding me up by constantly sending me unprovoked nasty emails (when my response would be "Your check will be mailed out next week" her reply would be "Oh and here's some more reasons why you're a piece of shit and so is SL.")

She keeps talkin' shit, I ain't paying the bitch

Try it. I already told you what would happen. Oh right, here's the part where I reveal that she was stupid enough to put in writing that she would "punch me in the cum dumpster I call a mouth" - Also, she threatens to take me to small claims court, which is great, because we never had a specified time period that I had to pay her back. I could send her $10.00 a month for the next 20 months if I so choose. And trust me, I've consulted a lawyer.

Catch a date, suck a dick, shit, you're a trick

Don’t need to catch a date, I have a husband who’s dick I suck and as for being a trick…was that me whoring myself out for a measly $500 I didn’t even end up getting to keep? Oh…wait…that was you, I forgot. Again, taking things literally. I didn't even make up that line, I left it from the original song. Plus, in my eyes, it would mean something like, "Quit wasting time and get on with it bitch." Maybe I'm wrong, I admit when I am, but I'd like to see her confront 50 Cent and try to interpret/correct his lyrics. Hahahaha!

How salty are you gonna feel, a year from now, when you still don’t have a divorce because you can’t pay the lawyer cuz SL has sucked you dry and then left you? Not at all; SL and I have already talked about what will happen if he doesn't contribute/etc. He's going straight back to Florida without a question. Too bad she didn't know that he already has some interviews lined up.

Seriously. It’s not even really anything personal against SL. Really? That's surprising! I would have given the same advice to someone else in the same scenario. I would have felt the same way when I got screwed over because of someone like that. Honestly. Look at what has happened. I got mad that night mostly because the cell phones were screwing up and I thought you were sending the same message over and over and not answering the messages I was sending. I love how she back tracks to try and make it seem like she wasn't being a cunt. I had a pissy attitude because {some problems with her son that I will not put in my blog}. That’s not an excuse, but it sure puts a body in a shitty mood ya know. I coulda really used a friend during those first couple days. She only told me this terrible thing that happened about a week afterwards, as if would make a difference then. I feel badly for what happened, but that isn't the reason our friendship fell apart. I told you not to come because it was too late. I would have been late to get Jms because I would have had to wait for you to get here. I said SL wasn’t welcome here because I don’t trust him. Apparently being a liar also makes you a theif. Nothing would ever happen with me being there, I mean seriously - what did she think he would do? Steal their shit that they yakned out of someone else's trash? Riiiiight. If nothing else, as I said before, he lied to my son. Now, I could be forgetting, but I don't ever recall SL and her son having an in-depth conversation about his Army career. That’s enough to make Jms and me both want to beat his ass. I also don’t know him other than finding out that all he had told you was a lie. I’m not gonna let someone like that in my house when I’m not there, sorry. Just because you trust him, doesn’t mean I do. Then all of a sudden, the next day I get a nasty email from you and the war had begun. You started the infantile shit, not me. I was mad, but I would have gotten over it. Especially when I realized it was the phone. Cuz, I’ll be honest, I did feel salty after I sent that when I realized you hadn’t gotten the other messages when I sent them. But, you wanted to just be nasty and not be friends anymore. After I send out the last check and my end of this bullshit is over, you can all read the "nasty" emails I sent to her. I'm not afraid to put it all out in the open because I know I'm right.

Let me say too, before I forget, that SL lying about being in the service is a mockery of those who are. Many families have lost husbands, sons, brothers and friends and for him to lie about that is pathetic. You also left out that fact that he lied about speaking foreign languages, being in the special forces, and being hit with shrapnel! I admitted in my last post that I felt that what he said about being in the Army was a mockery. Feel free to go back and read it. SL didn't lie about speaking foreign languages, he can still speak several, just not as fluently as he let on. He can still speak enough to carry on a conversation with someone. As for the SF and the shrapnel, anyone can deduct that if he lied about being in the Army, obviously he lied about those things too. (Aaah, the pettiness of some people.)

The point is that you were so close to being able to get your divorce (I will remind you again that none of your other great friends did you that favor) and now you can’t. So, lending me $500.00 that I didn't ask for makes someone a good friend? I would definitely have to disagree with that one! You had two good friends and now you don’t. Where? Who? Where'd they go? *looks around, confused* And all because I don’t like your boyfriend. And because she talks shit about him, and about me, and because she put a price on our friendship, and because her phone didn't send text messages properly, and because I wouldn't have sex with her and her husband, etc. I could have stayed friends with you, even after the first shitty email. But you turned on me so quick. I wrote her an email stating how I felt, and she fired back with hurtfulness extraordinairre. From then on, I kept it short, never personal, until she started pulling insults out of her ass. So, I’ll be the bigger person. If you need a friend sometime down the road, I’ll be there. As long as I'm not dating SL and I can afford to pay them and satisfy them sexually. Until then, I need the rest of our money and the associated fees and I guess we’ll go our separate ways.

I thought this was just great. More to come!