Just a quick hello to say that I have finally written something for my Ninja Weasel blog, so if you care to, its there.
Big hugs and thank you's to Ang for all her lovely help and advice this past month and before... she is absolutly gorgeous and I appreciate the hell out of her. No one is sweeter than Ang.
I could bitch a little but I can really get into it, and I don't have enough time...
But let me ask you a question beofre I go....
What is the legal name for deadly assult with a rubber chicken?????
Love and blueberry bubblegum,
*Burn

Hello All!!!
How nice it is to once again be at the helm of the HMS What The Hell...? I miss writing here so very much when I'm away!

Well, a visit from the Dark Death Sister Of Fakeness, aka Kay Cope and her two intolerably gross sons came to stay. Thats fine. I can deal. Even though Ryan, her eldest son, liked to torture me as a kid, like the time he and his friend made me watch(age 6) as they beat a mouse to death with their belts then one of then pulled me away while the other hid the mouse in a bottle somewhere. I searched for that mouse for three hours because they told me it was still alive and was going to suffocate. Alex, her youngest son, used to steal from me and liked to bite me when I was baby sitting him. But I could deal. That was then, this is now, and they are just stupid boys who I don't like. Its Kay who makes me angry. She not only went through all my things in the bathroom and took my lavander oil without so much as a by your leave, she likes to ask nosey questions, make little barbs at me, calls me names and had the gaul to say, when I told her 'No, I don't romantically like anyone right now', to ask me if I was completely unattractive to the male species. Bah. Arg. I could have said 'Well, no, Monday I get together with Jaun the foreign exchange student at the S&M bar, Wednesday nights I go to the club and find some random guy to take me home, and of course Friday night is Orgy night with the girls.' But I just giggled and shook my head, which made her curioser and curiouser. lol The power of bluffing!! Anyway, she is gone and so is the turkey(don't ask). So all is well with the world. Except the fact that it is disturbing when your nephew stares at your boobs.

Ok, once and for all, here is what I have to say about something very important. Armyguy is doing something very wrong. He is trying to push my best friend Elvis away from me. I'm not stupid, I can tell. No-one ever discusses it, so here is my first and final word. Elvis is my angel. My best friend who has stuck with me through seven levels of hell and is the only person I know who can put up with me poking him in the arm for 4 hours straight. Armyguy will never, and has never, meant as much to me as Elvis does. He should have guessed before now that if it came to a choice, which it most certainly looks like it has, then I would choose Elvis without a moments hesitation. I have no time for someone who treats me like property to be defended. I am my own person and I love Elvis, and losing him would cut me open and tear out my heart. No joke. I feel him trying to let me go because of what Armyguy is doing. I don't want my friendship with Elvis to die just because I made the mistake of getting involved with Armyguy. Elvis means far too much to me. I wanted some fun with someone just like me, but Armyguy has turned out to be just like Oliver the scary phone call guy, only worse. As much as I enjoy his company and how much we have in common, I can't deal with the crazier aspects of him right now. And maybe I don't want to. I have enough crazy in my own head. So there it is. I chose Elvis. I hope that this doesn't make Armyguy angry. But I know it will. I'm just the wrong person for him. I don't want committment, kids five years from now(yes, he said that), I don't want to be in a relationship at all. I don't want to lose Armyguy as a friend. But I think he needs to learn not to be so co-dependant, learn not to try and cut a girl off from people she loves. He trashes my folks, and that doesn't get you very far, even though sometimes they make me angry. And I know he still cares for Megz. There have been countless times when he's confused me with her; and been talking to her on MSN while he's on the phone to me, trying to convince her she's pretty. Well, I'm done. This is pretty cold, but if I didn't say it now, he'd talk me out of saying to him on the phone.

Remember: Never be careles with another's heart,but don't put up with people who are careless with yours.

Love and big fluffy teddy bears,
*Burn

Hello!
Finally have enough time to write this thing. I should be replying to an e-mail from Bill, especially since I spent a good deal of time this week thinking he didn't like me anymore and never writing was his way of blowing me off... Paranoia is a great man of our time. But I'm not sure what to say so I'm writing to you guys instead...

Hmmm. What to say first????? Well, I survived my nephews. Through all the yelling and stealing and accusations and name calling and threats to punch eachother in the face, they are pretty cool. If more than slightly bratish and if I'd talked to my mother that way I would not be here today to bug the blogging community... Sigh. Anyway.

Trev, my brother, and his girlfriend Stacey came to stay for a few days. This was awesome becuase I love them both a LOT. And I got to chat to Stacey and we have a lot of stuff in common, particularly in the neurotic department. I've been insomniac and freaking out a bit lately and talking to Stacey made it a little better since she has gone through the same sort of thing. At least she wasn't like my mother, and blame my total incapacitating night terrors and insomnia on my stupidity for picking up the phone when that psycho freak called, and also on the fact that I maybe was transfering my problems from other things all on to this one thing. Arg. My mother is annoying. Bah, moving on....

Theres this Publishing company called Timeless Avatar Press that has expressed an interest in publishing my poetry. WOO HOO! I don't know if its legit, but I'm excited anyway and I'm waiting to hear from them which is bloody excruciating since being published has been the only dream I've every really had long term, ever. Writing and painting are the only things I know I really want to do...

There are so many deep and meaningful things I've been dying to say for ages, but I know I don't have enough time. I've got a half hour on the net today and a half hour is not even nearly enough to say what I need to say. I've already practiced it about ten times. But I will write it soon. Its the very least I can do.

Wow, I have 15 friends now... this is exciting! Thank yous and hugs to everyone who has ever extended an invitation of friendship to me, you guys rock and are very special to me, every one of you.

Hmmm, Bob Dylan. I like Bob Dylan. For some strange reason, without ever hearing, to my recollection, a single Bob Dylan song actually sung by Bob Dylan(I've heard Johnny Cash and Magnet do his songs but never him), I bought the Essential Bob Dylan for a $30 I didn't have... But I'm glad I did. He is really very cool. Even if I don't really get why the answer is blowing in the wind... Hmmm. Any suggestions will be appreciated...

Well, I have e-mails to write in the last remaining scrap of time I have. Love to all and until I see you again, remeber that orange is the new black. I guess.
*Burn