Monday, October 16, 2000
12:33 a.m.

For Now

Just for right now, everything is right with my world. Everything has somehow worked out between Stew and my best friend. Their issues have magically, beautifully, been resolved. I'm engaged to a man I love, and we're looking at late fall of next year for the wedding (though that does depend on his quitting smoking, but I guess I just have to be optimistic about the whole thing). I'm sitting here typing on a quiet keyboard (more imporant than you realize) at a house that has a DSL connection, and as a computer geek, that's awesome. Next weekend I'm going to go to Lexington with my best friend, see Karen, and carve pumpkins. And right now, it doesn't matter that Fidelity has essentially turned me down for a job. It doesn't matter that I'm broke. It doesn't matter that Stew and I have had some awfully impressive fights earlier this week. Right now, I grok the world, I grok my position in life. Right now, everything is wonderful.

Thursday, October 12, 2000
05:19 p.m.

I wonder two things: one, why everyone I know seems to have loftier plans for my life and future than I do; and two, why it seems like I can't go anywhere by myself without someone asking little-ol'-directionally-impaired me for directions.

Tuesday, October 10, 2000
10:21 a.m.

It's been one of those weeks where it feels like everything I touch falls into pieces.

Friday, October 6, 2000
11:24 a.m.

Right. And this is supposed to be better than gay Boy Scout Leaders? Riiiiiiight.

Thursday, October 5, 2000
06:49 p.m.

Yup, this is pretty much how I feel about frat boys.

Sunday, October 1, 2000
08:56 p.m.

I realize that I should probably archive my stuff for the new month... but oh well. Maybe in a little bit.
Hmmm... definitely an update in my life. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to send me mass quantities of emails, all saying "Congratulations on your new engagement." Yep! The impossible, unbelievable, indescribable has indeed happened to me: I am engaged. I've spent a lot of time looking at this absolutely beautiful ring, muttering "Ohmygod, I'm engaged" to myself. Crazy, wonderful thing. I love you, my Richard.

Wednesday, September 27, 2000
08:03 p.m.

AUGH! AAAAUUUUUGGGHHHH!!!!!! This woman is INSANE!!!! She's purporting that these children are innocent! That they just made a MISTAKE!! They wanted some free Chinese food and IT JUST GOT OUT OF HAND!! I am disgusted. I could not even finish reading this article I was so disgusted. By the time children are the ages that these five were, they KNOW that if you bash a brick into someone's head, you are going to kill them. I don't even want to plug this article on this site, but I want everyone to see a so-called "mother who thinks," because she obviously has nothing but air between her ears.
*pant pant*

Tuesday, September 26, 2000
01:04 p.m.

Ackpbth. Need. New. Design. Sam, got any neat new things you'd like to show me? :)
If you're following along with my piddly little life, I'd like to say that yes, Stew and I worked things out. Between us, anyway. Gawd only knows how long the thing with him and my friend is going to last. For all eternity, for all I know. *sigh* Not my business... not my business...
I had my second round of interviews at Fidelity Investments. I should know within about three months if I got the job or not. [checks bank account] Hmmm... three months...
Man, I miss my Louisville people. Maybe next month I can make some more rounds. Hi, Louisville people! I miss you guys!

Saturday, September 23, 2000
11:29 a.m.

Had a huge fight last night with Stew. I felt like shit at the end of it and I still feel like shit today. A lot of it seemed to revolve around his relationship with my best girlfriend... they're roomates now, and so they're both dealing with the daily hassles of living with someone with whom they're not really compatible. Okay, that's fine. But instead of either of them being the bigger person, grabbing the other, and saying look, we need to talk, they both spend their time bitching to me about the other. I also understand the need to vent, that's fine. But when both parties have nothing nice to say about the other, I can't stand it. I feel like every day when I get up I have to make a decision who I'm going to support today. I'm trying very hard to be objective, but there's a point when their arguments reach irrational simply because they both REFUSE to sit down with each other and talk it out. I hate this. I hate knowing that the two people I love the most (barring my mother, of course) fucking hate each other. And I don't know what to do, other than grabbing the two of them, forcibly sitting them down together, and facilitating, just to make sure that no one gets out of hand. Except that I don't think that's my responsibility. But is it? If I'm so desperate for them to get along, maybe I should. *sigh* I hate this.

Friday, September 22, 2000
06:55 p.m.

HAHAHahahahahahha! Conversion through prayer my ASS!

Friday, September 22, 2000
11:40 a.m.

Woo-hoo! Think Geek!

Thursday, September 21, 2000
10:50 p.m.

All right, look. If you really feel the need to hit the snooze button on your alarm clock seven times, why don't you set the friggin' thing for about 40 minutes later than you usually do, thus not waking up your partner, NEEDLESSLY, eight times total.
Irritated? Me?

Wednesday, September 20, 2000
09:02 p.m.

This is a humorous bit on pop music.

Monday, September 18, 2000
10:04 p.m.
The Truths Behind Religion
Interesting site. Does some analysis of the christian mythos. I'm not sure I like their X-rated bible section though... seems like a lot of stuff was taken out of context. Like Onan spilling his seed, for example. That's not really masturbation, he's just, um, spilling outside of the woman's body. Hmm. For a better analysis of the so-called X-rated bible, see The Harlot by the Side of the Road : Forbidden Tales of the Bible by Jonathan Kirsch. I'm reading it right now, and it seems to be well-researched and very enlightening.

Monday, September 18, 2000
10:29 a.m.

Diablo II has crack in it, I swear. I went to Stew's on Saturday night, and he plopped me in front of the computer and said "Here, play this." So I did. Much to my dismay, I had to leave Sunday night, and now I can't get my fix until I go back to his house... if he even lets me play. After all, he's strung out now too. :) Gawd, it's fun. Hey, here's a thought for all you kiddies: ever wonder if maybe the kids that don't go out and kill people are the ones that play violent video games, because we get out all of our misplaced aggression in a nice, safe, healthy way? Novel idea, I know...

Monday, September 11, 2000
08:55 p.m.

Two observations:
First of all, I hate it how guys seem to never be able to grasp that "No, I'm not in the mood" does not roughly translate to "I could be in the mood if you'd convince me a little. Go ahead, you big stud." The bitch of it is, if the guy then tries to turn me on, he can, and we'll have sex. However, then I feel like said guy has zero respect for my boundaries and the fact that I know my moods better than he does. And above all, I hate being disrespected. Anyway.
Second of all, I love erotic stores. But what does crack me up is the fact that in all the stories, the men have a "throbbing, nine inch cock, as thick around as a woman's wrist," and as they thrust, the woman always has earth-shattering orgasms that only this man could give her. As opposed to real life: "As I thrust my boring, average size penis into her, she moaned briefly and faked an orgasm." [grin] Nah, that's not always the way it goes, of course. I just think it'd be funny to see an erotic story written by Average-Man.

Thursday, September 7, 2000
10:06 p.m.

You know what I hate? Just sitting down, wiggling around until your comfy, picking up your book or logging onto your email, and only then realizing you have to pee. :P

Tuesday, September 5, 2000
10:25 p.m.

Woo-hoo! I'm a netiquette Superstar!

Tuesday, September 5, 2000
08:11 p.m.

That's it. If you can't update your blog at least once a month, you can't have it anymore. :P

Thursday, August 31, 2000
02:19 p.m.

I swear, I am the clumsiest bitch I know. Today I was trying to load the dishwasher to do dishes. I was putting a thick, mug-like glass on the bottom shelf, and it caught on the side of the rack. I jiggled it, pushed it, and the thing promptly shattered in my hand. And I don't mean, it broke into a coupla pieces. It shattered. So I picked a couple pieces of glass out of my hand, stepped carefully across the floor to get a broom, and I'm still wondering how the hell to get the itty-bitty shards out of the dishwasher itself. That's when I wait my mother to get home and see what she thinks. :)