Moved in
I can finally breath a sigh of relief. Oh wait, no I can't. Now I have to actually pay for this little bit of privacy I have bought for myself. Good Christ, I have to work my ass of and pinch every penny. But it's worth it. I love this house. I love the sense of independence I have for myself, and I love the way things were seeming to go right--until I found out I will be laid off for two weeks in May instead of just the one. I can afford it, but it means that I won't be able to buy anything considered a luxury. Money will be very tight.
I'm looking forward to Bryan's visit. He's always an endless source of laughter and amusement...when he's not doing something mean and/or malicious. He wants to go to the zoo and see the penguins. No problemo. I wonder if he likes amusement parks....hmm...there's an idea. We have one here in Louisville.
I finally got the internet hooked up and the first thing that happens is I'm labeled a whore and a homewrecker. There are two people in this world, those who avoid conflict and those who thrive on it. I am the former. Rachel Bender is the latter. The situation had absolutely nothing to do with her, and yet she made it a point to call me out on it. Perhaps she is a control freak? I think definitely. But it bothers me because all day today I have been getting IM's from people who ask if it's true. So she's spreading rumor and untruths, thinking it is her God-given duty to warn the world about me. Hot damn, I must be one hot mama. Too bad no one told me that years ago, I might have started doing this shit on purpose. No, I fucking wouldn't. I'm not that kind of person, though you wouldn't know it by what Rae is telling people. Why does it bother me so damn much? It makes me sick that there are people like Rachel Bender in the world that take something innocent and screw it around so vilely because she wants it to be that way. But now I'm finding out who my real friends are, and I think that's good. It gives me some measure of relief to know that there are some people who know me well enough to know that it's all bullshit and out of my control.
I love those fucking guys.
I'm looking forward to Bryan's visit. He's always an endless source of laughter and amusement...when he's not doing something mean and/or malicious. He wants to go to the zoo and see the penguins. No problemo. I wonder if he likes amusement parks....hmm...there's an idea. We have one here in Louisville.
I finally got the internet hooked up and the first thing that happens is I'm labeled a whore and a homewrecker. There are two people in this world, those who avoid conflict and those who thrive on it. I am the former. Rachel Bender is the latter. The situation had absolutely nothing to do with her, and yet she made it a point to call me out on it. Perhaps she is a control freak? I think definitely. But it bothers me because all day today I have been getting IM's from people who ask if it's true. So she's spreading rumor and untruths, thinking it is her God-given duty to warn the world about me. Hot damn, I must be one hot mama. Too bad no one told me that years ago, I might have started doing this shit on purpose. No, I fucking wouldn't. I'm not that kind of person, though you wouldn't know it by what Rae is telling people. Why does it bother me so damn much? It makes me sick that there are people like Rachel Bender in the world that take something innocent and screw it around so vilely because she wants it to be that way. But now I'm finding out who my real friends are, and I think that's good. It gives me some measure of relief to know that there are some people who know me well enough to know that it's all bullshit and out of my control.
I love those fucking guys.