I stopped being an e-friend with someone because of racial prejudice. Apparently this person thought it was funny to be cruel to others simply because they were borne with a skin color different from his own. When I first friended him on a gaming forum we just clicked as good e-friends. We enjoyed similar interests and came to talk a bit further. Later on we decided to share our personal Life Journals so that we could read about what was going on in our real lives. Yet it was when I read his Live Journal that I began to see a side to him that I could not respect. Entries about his tormenting and abusing people with racial slurs seemed to be a favorite pasttime. Long paragraphs about his supremacy over others was just something I could not nor did ever want to tolerate. I just felt like ..this isn't working anymore. I told him so and never looked back. Can't say that it's a regret to lose his friendship because I feel it was the right thing to do. I still do.

Over here, things are so-so. Well there is one thing - James and I are facing a rather oddball situation. HR at his work did something screwy with his hours which in turn affected our health insurance. Whelps long story short it's too late to fix the HR person's idoicy(she was fired b/c of this) so we are without health insurance. The company that handles the insurance tells us that there is a way to get it back on track without paying all the fees and that is for a life-event to occur. Either a death in the family(that can be proven was recent) or marriage.

Guess what James is thinking? Yep, for us to get married to get our health insurance back! I honestly don't know what to think. Isn't getting married suppose to be special? Yet on the other hand we really need that health insurance. James needs a second operation on his leg(kinda urgent one - if he doesn't get the metal stuffs out from his leg this month it will affect his ability to walk) and without that h-insurance we would be screwed with the medical costs.

The urgency is such that there would be no wedding ceremony. No pictures. Just a walk to the courthouse to sign papers and pay a small fee and bam! Married. I...always dreamed of a beautiful wedding. But here is a negative thought or two..at the same time I also think I'm far too ugly to dress up in a gown or have such a ceremony done. So the quick in and out thing would be ok on some level. Yet I can't help but feel that I will also regret it.

Apart from that - well its been a long winded post! Ill save it for later lol!

passed away. She was(is) incredible to not only me but also James. Kati mysteriously appeared in our yard one day. We couldn't resist keeping her. An adorable face with a pink nose. The cutest pattern of calico colours adorned her fur. She was also the smallest kitty I have ever seen. We took her immediately inside and never once have we regretted that decision. For several years Kati continued to wow us with her cute and loving nature. One of her favorite things to do was mimic a lot of our movements. If James patted her on the nose she would return the gesture with a gentle bat of her paw. She often would cling to us and jump into our laps. At one time I remember James was playing around with his PC and she jumped onto his shoulder. Kati wouldn't budge as if she was trying to help him figure out what was going on with the PC.  Kati will always be beautiful to us. If was as if she was our daughter in cat form. Whenever I cried, she was there. Whenever I was alone, she was there to keep me company. Kati to us was and still will be an incredible kitty. I don't ever think I will get over her passing away. But in my heart I am happy that she will no longer suffer. Kati was diagnose with both Feline leukemia and aids. The veternarian recommended we put her down then and there.  Both James and I couldn't. She was healthy. She was happy. And she continued to be for many years afterwards. Kati is the strongest kitty I have ever had the honour of knowing. It wasn't until this week that she came down with a tooth infection that couldn't be beat. Kati did not suffer in the end however. She quietly passed away with the gorgeous dignity that only she possessed.  James buried her this morning next to the spot where my Chimmy was buried. Next to the rose bushes she loved. Next to the bedroom window of the two people who will remember their special daughter forever in their hearts.

Kati we love you. Please be happy and wait for us. One day we will meet again.

So yesterday I had quite a scare. The night before was trash day kay? James took the trash out but apparently he saw an outside kitty indoors. Outside kitty was lying on the floor in the living room. Therefore kitty was promptly put back out. Only, it turned out said kitty was actually my Cocopuff AKA indoor mew. James didn't figure it out until the morning when I had asked him if he had seen Cocopuff. By the way, I call Cocopuff that name because he's a light chocolate siamese. :3 Anyways I adore this kitty to bits. My mom rescued him from outside as he was abandoned as a kitten. For some reason he just clung to me and thinks that I'm his mother! So of course I love this kitty to bits. And when James realized his mistake.. He and I were both devestated!! We went out looking for him. I called out his name several times for many hours. Day turned to night. I found myself growing sick with despair. I even grabbed a lawnchair and sat outside in the cold. My only thoughts were to see him and bring Cocopuff inside but it was getting late and I had to go to bed. That's when it suddenly occurred to me. By the front door is a bench that we had bought a looooong time ago. The outside kitties like to perch on it. So I got on my belly and looked underneath and there Cocopuff was!! He was just looking back at me. I couldn't believe how lucky I was and pulled him out from under the bench. Can't tell you how happy I was to have him back. Poor James was beside himself. The silly dolt was thinking that I hated him because he had accidently put Cocopuff outside. A part of me wanted to blame James but that was just a stupid thought trying to get me to think negatively. I could never hate James for that! So we got Cocopuff back and he's safely snuffled on my bed. What a relief! ^.^

Here's a piccie of him

Why are guys such jerks?  <--- This.

This is what I'm wondering about as I type this entry. For some reason James woke up with a bitch of an attitude and of course it's all my fault! Which is funny because I didn't start the argueing! I'm not even sure what got up his ass and pwned his 'nice' button today but I sure hope it burns to ashes in his boiling hot anger. He's not making the holidays go any smoother by acting like a total grinch on steriods.

Seriously, gah.

f all the darn luck! Did I say my internet connection was back? It just borked. >.< Actually, I should have seen it coming. The router has been acting up lately. It keeps disconnecting me on/off the net. Hopefully James will come home soon. He's the only one that knows how to fix that sort of thing. The most I can figure is disconnecting the damn thing for a few minutes and rebooting the PC. I even ran Win diagnostics and it gave me the cutest message, "You're router is borked". Okay, maybe not 'exactly' word per word but you get the picture.

Update: Okies, so it's back. James is a wonder with tech-thingies. <3

The last time I wrote an entry here was about a year ago. A great deal has happened in those past months. My life and that of my family had went from bad times to worse in about a span of an eyeblink. We dealt with poverty and conflict before but nothing alike we had begun to experience. I can only say that we overcame the adversity by re-visiting the reason as to why we are called 'a family' in the first place. I honestly think somewhere along the line we had lost sight of ourselves. Somehow we had lost our love for one another.

I know it seems strange that in these modern times that being with your family is considered laughable. Hell, I can even tell you that there isn't a time when I don't want to bop them on the head. But the good times outweigh the bad. Even if we our at eachothers throats(and that's lessening up a little)...at least we are together. It wasn't always like that before. When we lost the car, went without food and electricity for several weeks and even nearly lost our house -- it all changed. We pulled together a little bit more. Relied on each other for strength. Of course, that doesn't mean we're all lovey dovey now. Yet it does mean we are more attentive to each other.

So yeah, the economic depression hit us bad. I lost my connection to the internet for quite a long time. We had no phone. We had no electrity and our water...well we had to scrimp to get that damn bill semi-current. All the while I wondered why do these types of things happen? And then an answer came very swiftly; because it can. My dear Santos and Patchies suddenly disappeared. We suspect it was our neighbor in the back of the house. He hated my dog and cat. Patchies was pregnant and about to have a litter. James(yes, we're still together lol) even bought a kitty bed for her and a new leash for my puppy Santos. They just disappeared. It's been three months now. I still cry for them.

And to top it off it must have seemed like I didn't want contact with anyone. It couldn't be the furthest from the truth. I'm terrible at emails(I really fret about what to reply to not seem like an idiot!) but not that bad. ^.^; I honestly had no means in getting contact with anyone. Sometimes my brother Omar would lend me his laptop so that I could go to Mickey D's and use their wireless to make a random email. I still haven't gotten a response from some people but I adore them at any rate. If anyone is at fault for not keeping up a friendship it's most definitely my own. I just wish there was a way to make it up all up. If I could then I would.

So what now? Has it all been so pitifully bad? No, I can say without a doubt that several good things also happened. We were given a stove. My mother-in-law bought James a scooter thingy so that he could get to work and back. We had a really nice Thanksgiving dinner. Nothing fancy mind you but it was delish! And things are not so grim now that we are cleaning out the living room and bringing out the holiday decorations. I suspect that the tree will be up until New Years. And my house kitty Breesa had one adorable kitten. She was borne near Halloween and for that(and her orange fur) we called her Pumpkin. Omar is graduating in a few weeks from University and with top honors. There's some kind of special ceremony in Washington and he's taking my mother with him.

Oh yeah, and we got our internet back up and running too. :P

People can be two-faced at times you know that? I mean, when this supposed friend of yours is like, pretending to be your friend but then turns around and talks about you behind your back or even outright ignores you for no god-damn reason then you're like, What the fuck is up with that? Aren't you suppose to be that special friend that you can confide your dirty little secrets or special moments with? Well? Aren't you? No? Ha. I didn't think so. Strange how that works out that way hunh? Scratch my back but hell if I scratch yours. What a wonderful world. It hurts actually when a person just uses you for as long as they want and then discard you off to the side as if you weren't important to them at all. Who cares about feelings or if they're worried about you? Yeah, how dumb is a person to think that for once they found someone nice and someone that won't judge you. A person that you don't have to be fake with because you thought they were really your friend. It just goes to show you peeps that not everything is what it first seems to be. I don't trust easily and when I do lend a little bit of trust and its not returned then I basically say to hell with you. I don't need nor want to talk to you again. Just stay away. A person like me...I don't need anybody like you stabbing me with a knife behind my back. Just - stay - the - hell - away.

Tomorrow...Tomorrow.. I have to go tomorrow..

I haven't slept in three days. I'm a wreck and it's all my own fault. Can you imagine? I'm literally freaking out and it's my own body's fault. I've been here before. At this junction, at this fork in the road. One signs points to good health and the other points to constant pain. If I don't go to my appointment then I'll still be in constant agony. If I do go then I'm forced to face something...something that plagues me every time I see a medical employee, a hospital, a clinic, an ambulance... A terrible something that quite literally sends me screaming, kicking, fighting to get the hell out of a building supposedly full of people who want to help. How do I explain it? I can't. I won't. I've been there and done that and the last time I attempted to explain it.. I hurt for so long and the wounds were slashed wide open once again and I have not healed over. I don't think I ever will be.

I'm afraid.

Oh yes, grown women can be afraid. I'm very much afraid and not ashamed to admit it. I suppose I should set an example and attempt to at least get into the car and be driven to the appointment. Funny thing really. M'lord has requested tomorrow off and will make sure that I actually go to the appointment this time. The last attempt was a total diaster and so he will take me by hand and walk me up to the counter like some two year old. Joy. I'm so over-joyed and over come with his kindness. Quite. And yes, that is my sarcasm rearing its ugly head.

Let's see if I can survive. Say a little prayer for me tonight or send me a Wiccan shower of good vibes. This time, my feelings aren't being spared by M'lord and I'm being forced to go whether I want to or not. I guess my physical well-being is far more worthy then my mental health. Who cares that I'll be a gelantonious mold of tears and anguish during and afterwards? Oh la, you're already a Drama Queen. Chin up Lissette, say 'fuck off' to your sanity and say hello to the nightmares again. I swear, I don't know where I would be without that loving husband of mine.

Forgive me, from now on. After tomorrow.. I don't think I'll ever be the same. Ever again.

My artwork section still hasn't been put up here yet. I have a semi-artwork gallery up at my 80s (BGG) and at Deviantart. I think when I finally put up a newer layout - which is pretty soon - I'll put up the rest of the sections here. I love the flowers but I'm in a really nice medival-esque mood at the moment. ^_^ I can imagine that not a great lot of you are familiar with 80s cartoons but the gal in white is named Roxy. She's a character from the Jem and the Holograms cartoon. Which is about a group of rock singers that compete against each other and one of them relies on holographic earrings to maintain her glamourous life. There's love, betrayel, adventure and a heck of lot of singing. Ahh the 80s... gotta love it! At any rate, the other gal is from the Final Fantasy video game series. I just transplated the heads, clone skin colours, smudged the facial features, and then cloned the hair in several places to make this picture. I added the background and brush effects for added touch. The *BubbleGumGlam* signature is the name of my 80s site. I actually made this for the visitors there but I thought it was spiffy enough to showcase here too. Lol!

He's at it again. My worthless no-good bum of an older brother (*Raul*) is threatening my husband. (*Sighs*) Okay, for those who do not know about Raul - here's a small summary in a nutshell - 30 yrs. old, job-less, education-less, wannabe chulo (*gangster*), woman and child abuser (*He hits them*), smokes, drinks, drugs, egotistical, and womanizer. Nice huh? Opps, I forgot to add that he likes to steal from old folk and his own family too. o_O Well back to the first part again...

Currently he got kicked out of my mother's home alongside his girlfriend named Valerie. My mother is disabled and is susceptible to a heart attack at any time because she constantly lives in a state of high stress. We can imagine that her blood pressure is extremely high and is in the danger level nearly 24/7. So out of the house he goes. James and I had to literally toss them out of the house because they didn't want to leave on their own accord. Well, my mother gave me a call around 10:00 P.M. yesterday and asked if we have ever recieved any calls from Valerie's (*Raul's g/f*) boss. This came to me as a suprise. I asked her why in the world would that cow's boss be calling over to my house? O_O Apparently, Raul is tattling to our mother that Valerie's boss had said he called over to my mother's house.. The boss said that someone answered the phone and told him that Valerie doesn't live at there anymore because she lives in the streets. So naturally, it was husband James. (*<---sarcasm*) Un-huh...sure.

Raul's a liar (*Did I forget to mention that too?*) but not a good one. His story has so many gaping holes in it I can throw his lanky ass and his fat cow right through them and they'll come out the other side without touching. James laughed at the story and shook his head muttering something about "...Idiots that are left on the Earth to breathe precious air..." I can't say that I blame him. Quite honestly, I don't even consider Raul my brother but instead a human leech. At any rate, he is telling my mother that he's going to do something to James. This isn't the first time he has threatened bodily harm to my husband or myself. The police are no help because until Raul actually shoots or maims my husband - nothing can be done. Isn't that nice too? (*More sarcasm*) We're not too worried though. Ususally, Raul is full of hot air and likes to cause trouble by making up threats rather than carrying them out. Yet, we can't actually ignore his five page long rap sheet either.

You know, if I was a really mean bitch I could simply call in the INS on him. Raul is such a stupid ass. He's lived in this country(*U.S*) since the age of six. During the 80's the only forms you needed to fill out to become a natural citizen was a simple "Are you Loyal to the U.S" form and then say the Pledge of Allegiance in perfect recital. There was no $500 fee for papers, no trip to a state gov't agency in order to pass an intense interview with an agent. There was no excruciating time period of 6 months before they even looked at your application. All there was-was a simple form and a simple recital. And still, Raul didn't even bother to do that! So yes, he's illegal. The fool, that stupid, stupid fool. Like I said, if I was a bitch the first thing I would do would be to anonomously tip off the INS on Raul. You see, I'm giving him the chance. If he so much as approaches James and I'm not there to step into his face and have a knock-down brawl with him - I'll tip them off. There's no pity. There's no guilt. There's no forgiveness. I'm afraid I don't have enough space on this Notepad to explain the 15 years of bullshit that this moron has put my mother, younger brother, husband, and me through. There's just far too much bad blood between us. It may sound a little harsh but he's better off in another country.

Ha, and you thought your family was the only one that was messed up? No way, we all have skeletons in our closet. Raul is just the tip of the femur in mine...

Thank-you everyone who has visited, tagged, signed my G.B., and also commented. Especially about yesterday's entry. It took a great deal of energy out of me but at the same time I feel relieved. At peace. Believe me, being at peace means a great deal to me. I've been looking for a sense of calm for a very, very, long time. Pardon me while I sit and bask in it. ^_~

Take care!

I'm in the midst of editing the site. If things look a bit...strange... I ask that you bear with me for a bit. I'm trying to figure out a few things that may not make much of a difference to the layout but in reality will save me a bit of time.

After two years of attempting to digitally paint my artwork I've finally come close to my goal. I actually shed tears when I finished this piece. I don't know why I cried but it felt so good so very damn good. There's just no way to explain it here. For sixteen years I had been told that everything I do will always be worthless. Each hour of the day at a specific time - I was told that I was ugly and it would show through anything I did. Well, it's all changed now. I can finally sit back and laugh at him. I can smile and point at my artwork and say, "Look. It's not ugly. It's not stupid. I am not worthless."

I can code HTML. I can create layout designs. I can manage large groups of people. I can write novels. I can photo-manipulate. I can draw. I can paint. I can digitally paint. I can be anything I want to be and damn you to hell for making me believe for a good portion of my life that I couldn't.

One day - seventeen years from now I'll be able to reach my ultimate goal. If he's still alive I will walk up to his face and truimphantly scream, "And unlike you, father... I can love! I can love and stay faithful to my soulmate for the rest of my life."

One day...I can't wait for that day to finally come...

You know, wierd things happen all the time when you get drunk off your arse. Let me tell you about this guy named WIll. He works at Target and is a co-worker for both my husband and his best friend who goes by the online ID MonkeyPrinceGoku. Okay, so this guy has this weekend party and invites a bunch of people from work and his school over to his house. Everyone is relaxing, drinking, and just having a really good time.

The host, whose name is Jacob, dared Will to drink an entire bottle of whiskey. Of course, Will, who has boasted of a 162 I.Q. decides to take Jacob on the offer. He downs the entire bottle. The party goes on and its time for WIl to go home. He's already wasted and he walks back to his home. Now, what he is telling everyone is that he doesn't remember what happened after the walk home. Which isn't entirely true because he knew where he was walking home to.

Anyways, Will's brother and his brother's friends' see that he's drunk so they being the nice fellows they are get Will even more drunk! The next morning he gets up and does the bathroom thing - and he literally scReAmS. Will had looked down and noticed an extra item attached to his ahemappendageahem. In case that wasn't clear - the idiot was so wasted from the party and from drinking at home he was taken to a piercing shoppe and had his willie pierced with an earring. O_O

The next day was spent in a brutal hangover but then he had to tell at least one person so he called up this guy named Robert. Well, Robert goes by the online name of Damonshire and he had the impression that Will wanted him to tell everyone about it at work. So Robert told everyone he met and they told everyone- and those people told the next person and so on. By the time Will arrived for his morning shift - half of the Target store knew what had happened.

James, my husband, was working next to his best friend. Well Robert, told James and friend about what happened to Will. Then WIll showed up and my James turned around, waved, and shouted "Hey! It's Pierced Willie!" Will was so mad and he was asking if everyone knew about his piercing. So MonkeyPrinceGoku stepped up to Will with a evil grin on his face. He said, "No, the afternoon crew hasn't showed up yet." Let's just say that Will had a fit and stomped off.

LOL! There you go, if you ever wanted a story to prove that drinking too much is a bad thing. This one is a bloody good one. ^__^

Sometimes you get bored and want to try out something crazy. Taking a look at my Faux Cam picture...I'm one of those people that shouldn't be allowed near a digital camera and Photoshop. As always, the pic is clickable for full size. ^__^

I finally have 3Dmax retail and now I need to figure out how to make the stupid keygen program work so I can get the authorization code for it. I'm bad I know but there's just no way I can afford to pay for these programs. Of course, I'm not getting it for me entirely. My hubby wants it too. Isn't that cute?

Also totally un-related to everything else... I use to be hosted at these places called PopGoddess.com and also Sexy-Bitch.net This site, my personal site, was at PopGoddess and my advice site was at Sexy-Bitch. Well, one day the webby for PopGoddess loses her internet connection but then secretly comes back on and doesn't tell me. She keeps her site going and then buys a new domain - to this day she still hasn't apologized for just being a bad hostess. I'm not too angry about it anymore but don't you think you should have some courtesy to at least tell the people you host that you have no intention of hosting them anymore? I wasn't even a bad hostee. The most space I used was 5MB and I even direct linked to my freespace site for the large graphic files. I was so happy that I was being hosted by someone I didn't want to cause any problems. No matter that her domain had infinite bandwidth, space, everything. Then Sexy-Bitch went down. The webby there decided to buy another domain and just forget about everyone who helped her and visited her site 24/7. She too never apologized for just dropping out and never even offered to host her original hostees again.

If it sounds like I'm complaining I apologize but if you were in my shoes - being hosted by these people was sheer hell and even still I stuck around to help out with their other sites. I listened to their problems and sincerely tried to be a good Net friend. Then they turn around and just dump me because I'm not the new thing anymore? What kind of crap is that? Where do they get the right to stick their noses up in the air and think little of the non-hosted people on the Net? I can tell you that when and if I ever get my own domain (*Which has always been a small dream of mine btw*) I will not turn into a Net snob. I would rather have 3 loyal visitors who truly like me and not what I can do for them hit-wise then to have 30 different people who just visit so that they can kiss ass and try to promote their site via mine.

Phew, now that I finally got that out of my system I can finally move on and forget about them. Who needs fickle two-faced peeps like that anyways? Certainly not me

[EDIT] - Nevermind about the 3Dmax thing. I figured it out. Muahahahaha! Ok, well anyways...I was feeling creative and made a cute glittery picture.

I don't even know how to word this entry. I don't know how to convey the third person account of what's happening between two members at one of my rpg groups. I'll try to keep it as brief as possible, but I can't guarantee it. Actually, this will be one hell of a long entry, because there's a lot of ground to cover. I was going to blog about this earlier but first wanted to make sure the victum involved was really okay regarding the matter. It's entirely personal and regarding one of my rpg members. So please understand that what is said here remains here to respect Angie's privacy. Feel free to discuss it over with me via e-mail, tag, comment - hell e-mail and give warm support to Angie - but do not let it out. If any word of this gets out before we've set the trap - everything we've done up to this point will be for nothing (*His IP is banned from my site just in case he does decide to visit. Thank SaiyanPrideus for that bit of protection and more...*)and Angie will be royally screwed.

She's being harassed by an online stalker. A person sick individual who doesn't give a whit about what she thinks or feels. All that matters to him is the orgy he gets whenever he speaks or interacts with her online either by rpg or Instant Messenger. This situation is much worse than she'd portrayed. She's kept this to herself because she's trying to avoid a conflict, hoping that prick will find some new person to harass and fade off into the sunset. And she doesn't want us to worry ourselves sick. Well bloody too late now. I've been in her place and I'm not about to let it happen to Angie any further. Anyways, until we can get a confirmation from a certain person we are accumulating as much information on him as we can. Angie wants her friends to know what she is going through and has asked me to post a recent conversation she's had with him on IM. Be warned there is strong language near the bottom of the IM.

dj14_14: hi!
dj14_14: ^^
dj14_14: happy!
pinkuodango: Lol!
pinkuodango: How come?
dj14_14: how are you?
dj14_14: well, I'm im'ing you ^^
pinkuodango: :)
pinkuodango: lol!
dj14_14: ^^
dj14_14: *hugs* well, what's up?
pinkuodango: I'm doing great btw how about you? Finals are officially over!!!
dj14_14: *hugs more* well, two words: jail break
dj14_14: i'm out of high school
pinkuodango: Wheee!!
dj14_14: ^^
pinkuodango: lol! I'm so glad to be out of school
dj14_14: yah!
dj14_14: well... *hugs and kisses*
pinkuodango: uhhh
pinkuodango: tee hee ok
dj14_14: *same long kiss and same hug*
dj14_14: mmm
pinkuodango: Hey, did you get my e-mail?
dj14_14: about the yeti? yep
pinkuodango: thats the one! Did you want to do that still?
dj14_14: yeah!
pinkuodango: :D Ok but you got to ask ladysama not me!
dj14_14: ^^
dj14_14: *kisses again*
dj14_14: well, wanna do a rp via e-mail.. or here...?
pinkuodango: What?
pinkuodango: hello?
pinkuodango: :-/
dj14_14: interested at all...?
pinkuodango: oh there you are!
dj14_14: yeah
pinkuodango: :)
dj14_14: comp a bit wiggy
pinkuodango: mine too! it always acts up!
dj14_14: ^^
dj14_14: well, interested in a rp?
pinkuodango: Sure what kind?
dj14_14: mind a romantic with a touch or five of hentai..?
pinkuodango: say what?
dj14_14: ^^;;
dj14_14: so... which character should be used...?
pinkuodango: uhhhhh no
dj14_14: mmmmm
dj14_14: i'm partial to Victor right now
pinkuodango: ^_^; didn't you hear me? I said no...
dj14_14: yeah alright.. who should start..?
pinkuodango: Lol youre a fucking loon!
dj14_14: ok...
dj14_14: slightly
dj14_14: ^^
dj14_14: ^^ I just want to touch you
pinkuodango: leave me alone or I'll fucking block you!!!!
dj14_14: fine g2g, why don't we keep this going via e-mail until we meet again over the im?
pinkuodango: god I hate you
pinkuodango: LEAVE ME ALONE
pinkuodango: I dont want to talk to you I dont want to cyber with you I dont want anything to do with you!!
dj14_14: remember to e-mail your reply for now ^^
dj14_14: I.... want you to know that I love you...E Muja Oui...

I decided that's enough to give you all a clue as to what's been going on his mind. Since Angie doesn't have a blog of her own and doesn't intend on getting one because of him - she wanted everyone to know what type of sick individual this guy really is. Until M'lord and I can resolve this matter with the proper officials I suggest no E-mail or IM contact with DJ14_14 whatsoever. RPG with him (*Yes, I know...pick your jaw up off the floor, and stay with me here. This is for the best*) and try to pretend via Y! Groups as if nothing is happening. Why is he doing this you ask? Well it's a dick thing, pure and simple. His dick takes priority. Angie warned me not to let myself be eaten alive by hatred, and I won't. I promise, Angie. Not now, that is. This is for later....much later. Because M'lord and I...we aren't through with DJ14_14. (*I'm thinking of a proper epithet for him. "Lying sack of monkey shit" just doesn't cover it. Do me a favor, hm? Make one up, and leave it the comments. Kinda like a contest, but no prize to be awarded except my neverending gratitude.*)

This is the end of the line. I will not be satisfied until I see that bastard rotting in a state jail somewhere. This is the kind of thing I do not take lightly. My rpgs are suppose to be an outlet from harsh society. A fun place where people of all shapes, and colours can come together and contribute to one heck of a fanfiction. No where is it said that online stalkers are welcomed to harrass, terorize, nor torment my friends. Hell yeah, he's going down.

I haven't blogged here in a while haven't I? Truth be told I've been avoiding it lately. There's nothing going on with me right now. At least nothing that I can truly talk about right here, right now. I'm just taking things one step at a time. Looking back over my shoulder, catching glimpses at what could have been or more likely; should have been. I glance back at the road ahead of me and I embrace myself wondering what in the world will happen? I'm not as prepared as I once thought I was. I'm not ready to continue on the path ahead. I'm at a veritable fork in the road where I look to the right and see one choice and then look to the left seeing yet another. Both paths are neither appealing nor remarkable in any way. Time continues to tick away while I remain frozen in place. I ponder ... I ponder ..

What will become of me?

Joke I found on the net:

A teacher just taught her class how to describe stuff, using colors and size. She then decides to play a guessing game with them. She asks, "What fruit is red both on the inside and the outside?"

A very smart little boy by the name of Johnny, jumped up and answers, "It's a strawberry."

The teacher replied, "No dear, but you're thinking, you're thinking."

She then asks, "What is yellow on the inside and sometimes yellow and green on the outside?"

The same little boy jumps up and shouts, "An orange."

The teacher smiled patiently and said, "No Johnny, but you're thinking, you're thinking."

She then offered them the chance to quiz her. Again, Johnny hollers out and asks, "What is long, brown, has a red head and in my pants?" Apalled by his question, she sent him to the corner.

He then looked at her and said, "No teacher, it's my pencil, but you're thinking, you're thinking!"