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!

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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...

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.

Plugs:

Sara Saragath  Nyx Neerki Rociel Lisa Marie 

To Net or not to Net? That is the Question...

Clicking the little launch icon to get onto the intenet is getting to be a chore. To be honest, the Net isn't what is use to be for me anymore. It could be lack of inspiration or all the internet drama is finally getting to me... but I'm really wishing that I can just cancel the Cable account and be done with the Net forever.

It's the End of the World as We Know it

Daily Double

1. If your continent was destroyed, but you survived, where do you think you'll move to?

Egad, what a horrible question. O_O Okay, if so-and-so third-world country decided to be evil and nuke the good ol' U.S.A not only would I be extremely UPSET...I'd also be out of a home. ^__^;

I would imagine that if we survived we would make our way to Ireland. Why? I don't really know why but I've always wanted to visit the Emerald Isle. Plus, my husband wants to visit Eire just so he can kiss the Blarney stone. For the love of God I don't know why. Imagine the thousands of poeple who visited Ireland to do the same thing and actually got away with it? Their germs would be all over it and he'd be kissing the accumulated tiny microorganisms that cause disease that are from thousands of strangers! Ewwwww! >_<

2. What's the best part of being a girl/guy?

The best part of being a girl? I suppose it would be the clothing factor. I can wear both female and male clothes and get away with it. :P If a guy puts on a tie and a black mini skirt people are going to be looking at him really funny. o_O

Hacer el Amor

Ever since Japan initiated the "Sex Morals Act" intended to regulate the sex trade - Love hotels or "Fashion boutiques" are slowly becoming a thing of the past. What in the world am I talking about? Quite simply it's a place to go have sex or make love but with a twist. The rooms are set up for your different tastes like "soft S&M" in a Hello Kitty decorated evnvironment or how about getting comfy in a room with bumper cars? Well, take a look at these pictures here for a better idea:

If you’ve never been to a love hotel before, there are three prices. The first is for a “rest”. In Osaka, the ‘rest’ price is usually for one hour. In Tokyo, it’s usually for two or three. (*Obviously, the sexual stamina of Osakans is inferior to that of Tokyoites. O_O Ahh! No no! I'm J/K!* ). The more expensive price is for an overnight “stay”. Unfortunately, you can’t usually check in until nine or ten pm. If you want to check in before that, you will have to pay for an extension, usually 1000-2000 (*$8.62 - $17.14 dollars*) yen per half-hour, which can really add up. The third price is “Service Time” or “Free Time”. Service time is offered during the day, and the price of a rest is deeply discounted. Free time is a sort of “Sex hoo dai” (*Ahem. All you can screw*) where you can stay as long as you want for a fixed price. Your “staying power” will determine whether this is worth the price or not. o_O Still, I think if you're ever in Japan and with your sweetie. Take a chance to visit a "Couples Hotel" at least for an hour or two. Think of the bragging rights alone - plus - you get to do it in style! ^_^

She's a Birthday Girl!

Oi oh vey. (*Coughs*) It's my birthday. The secret came out thanks to my hubby's blurb at the S&D rpg group. OI! Lol! I was hoping he had forgotten for bloody sake! Usually my birthday is just another day for me. When I met James he kinda looked at me suprised when I first told him that my birthday wasn't a big deal. He practically cried when I confessed that aside from my mother - nobody, not even myself, cared. My ... father ... when he actually attempted to remember my existance, asked me, "How old are you?" or "Your birthday is in so-and-so month isn't it?". He would then give me some cheap card with a 5 dollar bill tucked inside the envelope on the wrong day of the wrong month. Good ol' dad. He's really famous for making my life hell. My older brother and sister have no idea how old I am. The last time my brother Raul asked me how old I was I simply replied "Twenty-one." WIth him, I've been 21 yrs. old for the past six years and hell if he still hasn't figured it out to this day. Idiot. My younger brother Omar is a sixteen year old healthy boy. His mind is currently on what newest trend or video game system is out there. It's not that he could care less about my birthday but the dear boy has no room in his teenaged life for an old sister like me. We'll see what happens when he gets older. Maybe Omar will suprise me and actually remember my real age and up his older siblings. Hey, wishful thinking but it could happen.

Presents, cake, ice cream, parties...until just recently none of that has ever really been given to me. My mother is a lovely lady and does what she can to give me a little something on my birthday. To other people the presents may be inexpensive, or nothing fancy but to us - because we are a poor family. It's more than what she can afford and I really wish she'd stop spending money on me especially when she doesn't have to. But then that wouldn't be the point of her gift-giving now would it? The whole "it's the thought that counts" thing applies here. My mother has some beautiful sentiments that really need to be reigned in when it comes to me. I'd rather go without a special present then to see my mother struggle with making the bills for the next 3 months. Then again, she wouldn't be her if she didn't at least try and make me smile for at least one day out of the year. Same goes for James. Ever since I met him - my birthday has been remembered and I have been given cake with ice cream plus a present or two. I figure then that even though I dislike being all foo-fooed over.. the fact of the matter is that my mother, James, and special online friends who wish me 'Happy birthday' are doing it because they want to bring a bit of happiness into my life. So...hey...one day out of the year I can actually stop frowning.

To tell you the truth? It doesn't feel half-bad.

Finished Moving Stuff ^_^

Ohh I feel so spiffy. ¬_¬ I guessed a single word in Spanish and it wasn't even a 'nice' word either. Should I feel proud that I guessed a cuss word? OR should I feel a bit guilty or ashamed because I just admitted that I know how to cuss in Spanish and that I was so bored out of my mind that I played a 'Guess the Word' game. o-O_O-o Although, nowadays, just knowing English/Spanish isn't considered a big thing anymore. I'm going to hang my head and cry. Oh wait..I don't just know English/Spanish. Ohhh all those nights of watching anime nonstop have finally paid off! Yatta! Yatta!

Moving Things Around

TIME SEXY KITTY is Under Construction . . . . . .....

Happy Mother's Day

Today, Mother's Day, is a difficult one for me. All I wanted from the time I met my husband was to be a wife and some day down the road; a mother. I know that seems so old fashioned, but at the moment I don't want children and yes, there is is a reason why. I like being a full time, stay at home wife. People seem to grimace and think I'm the most laziest person in the world but then they don't know me. I do things and have the chance to do many things that other people can't. Whether or not I do those things is entirely up to me and I like that freedom.

When I got enagaged at 20, I finally thought at least some of my goals had come true. But as the years passed, I grew more and more frustrated, because my husband yearned for a child so much that it was all he could think and talk about. Sadly, I had gvien him the ultimate blow and my husband found out why we would not be having a baby together. This put a major strain on our marriage, that we eventually thought we had worked out, but deep down, he still wanted (and still wants) a child of his own. We discussed adoption but honestly I'm not keen on this idea. This just drove the wedge even further between us. The nonverbal arguement that went on for the last few years. No, I'm not sterile. I struggle with a very rare illness that the doctors believe to be genetic but not much is known about it still to this day. I have battled with myself over and over whether or not I truly want to take the risk of passing this on to my children. Ultimately, of course, I am not willing to take that risk. My husband's dreams of having his own child have shattered into millions of pieces and all because it is my fault.

It's difficult for me seeing so many unwanted children who are just tossed aside in this world. I don't understand why women who don't want, deserve, nor even desire a child can seem to have them at the drop of a hat, and women such as myself must suffer silently while we are denied the opportunity either by our own bodies, God, or a judicial system. It's just not fair. Not fair at all.

Mother's Day, though be it a wonderful day for women and I celebrate my Mother and the women before her, is not exactly a happy one for me. Don't worry I'm always depressed or deeply sad, so please don't feel bad. I do believe that there is a reason and purpose for everything. Sure, I'm angry as all get out and may never know why I have such a damnable illness, but I know in my heart that there is a reason for this. So, I do take comfort in knowing that even though I am not a Mother, I am still a Woman. A Woman with a purpose in this life...and that alone is something worth celebrating.

So, to those of you who have been blessed with the chance of being a Mother, Happy Mother's Day to you! You've been granted such a wonderful and precious gift, even for those who only had their angels if only for a little while.

To those women who are not Mother's today, Happy Woman's Day! And you know what? Happy Mother's Day to us, too. We are still nurturing and "Moms" in our own ways.

Busy lil' Bee

If I keep myself busy I won't have to think about life. For instance, the three pictures you see below this type are new layouts I've worked on all night. One is a layout for a close friend's shrine to SPAM. The second is for a gaming Clan site, and the third is for my husband's Dragonstorm site for the E3 con. All in all I think I'm getting better at making layouts for other people. I use to have a problem with designing for other people because I dislike working within restraints. I'm not allowed to give in free reign to any inspirational desires when making a new layout for someone else. I still give it my all but freedom of expression is still nice to have..



I think this is why I never pursued a career in the comic industry. Top Cow may look good as a possible job prospect but there's no way I could design under an Art director. I can just imagine it now... The Art Director would have a 6ft bullwhip and he snaps it at three people who are bent over their desks working furiously. One person is an inker and he's desperately trying to letter in the words within the tiny little thought bubble without smudging the ink. The second person is a woman artist doing her best not to screw up the 48" bust of the silicon enchanced heroine in an effort to give her more 'talent'. The third person has thick eyeglasses and is tracing the drawings into cels one by one using only a light bulb as his light source. The Art Director snaps his bullwhip at their backs and demands even more perfection. ::|SNAP|::. "WORK HARDER! DANCE FOR ME SLAVES! DANCE!! HAHA HAHA HA HAHAH!"

The young woman angerily stands up issuing a heart-stopping roar. The Art Director can practically smell danger in the air. Fed up with the long hours, the complaints, and the lack of artistic expression - she reaches into Spandex Space! Solid Snake's rocket launcher appears in her hands with a burst of plume and smoke. A streaming rocket launches with exploding force directed at the Hitler-esque Art Director thus sealing his doom for all eternity. The inker and cel replicant rejoice with happiness! The woman artist simply smirks and turns her attention to the sudden appearance of several bishounen males at her side.... I....er...ahem....nevermind that part. It almost started to get ecchi in the ending. o_O The whole point is that I would never have had the patience to make it in my fantasy job. (*Nods*). The moral of the story is : one bishounen in your bed is fine but two bishounen in bed is twice divine! = ^ . ^ =

Neerki Button

Made a new button for Neerki. I think it's pretty cute for one of my first animated buttons, ne? I hope you like it Nikki! Even if you don't I'm using it to link back to your blog. Muahahah! ^_^

No Doubt - Climb

Step by step I come closer to reaching the top
Every step must be placed so that I don't fall off
Looking down to see about how much higher I am
Another cool wind comes through, brushes my skin

The harder I push the tension does grow
I gather my thoughts the further and further I go
With some luck I just might keep on climbing
So better to climb than to face a fall

So high the climb
I Can't turn back now
Must keep climbing up, up to the clouds
So high the climb
I Can't turn back now
Must keep climbing up, up to the clouds

Pulling myself up by a rope I better my view
The only thing in sight is what I must do
As I turned I could see myself falling
Which in return gave me strength for the climb

So high the climb
I Can't turn back now
Must keep climbing up, up to the clouds
So high the climb
I Can't turn back now
Must keep climbing up, up to the clouds

Although many failed
I must now prevail with no question
Have no time to stop
Onward to the top of the mountain
And I can't turn back now
It's so very high but I can't turn back now
If I keep it up, I'm gonna make it
I'm so very close can't you see

So high the climb
I Can't turn back now
Must keep climbing up, up to the clouds
So high the climb
I Can't turn back now
Must keep climbing up, up to the clouds

I'm getting closer. . .
. . . getting closer. . .
. . . coming closer. . .
Looking back...to you

I Love You...I Hate You..

I wonder what really goes on between us sometimes. Whether you really love me or just say that 4-letter word out of years of practice? Why am I so cynical about our relationship? You'd think that just because we're together for X-dot amount of days everything is solid? Take a good look at me again and see me for once! The pain in my eyes isn't fake. The hurt tone in my voice isn't make-believe. The past is the past, yes I understand that really well. Thank-you for hammering it into my head so many times that I actually have come to believe it. Who am I to argue with that kind of logic? But really what about the here and now? Where you see better than me and wish with all that is you; to grasp, hold, and feel it? Is it true then? A man lusts after what he can't have? Is that the lame excuse you're going to stick by this time around? Am I suppose to stand still and endure your barbaric habits time after time? Oh but wait - it gets better! You're not dead, you say? It's only natural? Oh, yes, I see. Yes, yes...I'm making things up in my mind. Damn that over-reactive imagination of mine again! I really should know better.

I should know better but I don't. Ask me to forgive and I will forgive. Ask me to look to the future with a bright smile and I will manage. I will mend. And yet the old wounds keep getting split wide open as you do the same thing over and over again. Do you really think me that stupid? Have I somehow lost myself in you? Maybe...it happens but know this... One day I will be able to look you in the eye without feeling the pain we've caused one another. One day I will be able to stand before you and kiss you without thinking whether or not you're imagining that you are kissing another woman. One day....when you stop hurting me.

I'm sorry that day hasn't come yet. I'm sorry I'm not the woman you truly wanted and I'm bloody well sorry that I'm not perfect...but someday... someday you, your family, and this damn forsakeable world will accept me for who I really am. When that day comes I'll be able to stand proud and hold up my chin because you'll see me as a truly beautiful and unique woman. I'm not ugly...at least the girl I see in that mirror at home really isn't; to me she isn't. But to you? I'm simple. A classic. A simpleton. A hag Old , boring, monotonous.... Sure, I won't ever be howled at or whistled at but does that really matter? I'm not trophy material but I have talents, skills, and God...I do sound that pathetic don't I? No wonder...no wonder you're quick to forget that I even exist sometimes. How can I expect you to really want me if I am this disgusting nameless flesh of a creature? Allright then, you win. I'll just place the mask of illusion back over my eyes and continue on thinking that you truly do love me. Maybe I am crazy. I have to be if I believe that anyone could possibly love me.

Merry Month of May

Yes! The month of Mayo is here at last! I'm not talking Miracle Whip here but about the month of May! Why is it so special? Well, to me it holds several special events. The first being my mother's birthday - the second being Cinco de Mayo - the third being E3 2003 - the fourth being Mother's day - and the fifth is last but not least... my birthday.

Did you know? E3 is a trade event—only qualified industry professionals may attend. No one under 18 will be admitted, including infants. Entrance registration depends on what packages you choose from but the prices are from as low as $275 up to $550.00. I believe if you're given the chance to go to this event it's well worth it. The conferences and workshops at E3 offer a wealth of information from the greatest minds in the industry, all of whom have come together for three days to provide intensive and entertaining education. and covers the latest in game development, the online revolution, new business strategies, and the globalization of games. So wait-a-minute! Aren't I poor? How can I afford to get into this really really awesome event? Well, it's all thanks to James's hosted site with Planet Tribes.com . They're letting a select few hostees get into the expo alongside them. All we have to do is prance around like Planet Tribes professionals and wear their company t-shirts. I say it's well worth the hassle of becoming a self-voluntering booth babes for 3 days! Lol!

So, my mother's birthday is around the corner and so is Mother's Day. I love my mum so very dearly and I plan to make those days extra special just for her sake. I mean, hell, she gave me life and despite the ups and downs with our mother-daughter relationship; she has never ever made me once wish she wasn't my mother. Aww, now isn't that candy dandy of me? Don't get sick on me just yet okay? Why I'm looking forward to the Cinco de Mayo holiday is obvious. I'm Latiña for Heaven's sake and actually know the real reason as to history behind the holiday. I didn't take all of those Chicano history classes in college for nothing you know. ^_~ But I'll let you in on a little secret... I like the parades they hold on that day especially because I love seeing the newest low-riders! Ahhh yes, low-riders make a girl's heart go all a flutter. Boom - chika - Boom boom.

My parents made me what I am today. I'm thinking of suing.

Marvel at my latest animation the Harvest Moon cow --> I have this thing for kawaii (*cute*) animals or things. For some reason, cute cows and sheeps fall into the category of ~*Huggles-me-to-death*~. I couldn't resist making a animated sprite out of it. The things a woman does when she has time on her hands...

My Easter was spent like any other day - with my husband at my side. Sometimes I wonder if I'm really normal or a co-dependant wife that never leaves her husband's sight. We don't have any kids and that's because I fear I can't have any but I'm not about to dwell on that issue right now. So the thought of me prancing about with a woven basket on my elbow and jump-skipping through the jungles of my lawn while searching for dyed eggs didn't exactly appeal to me. Instead, hubby fired up the grill and we BBQed like no tomorrow. The sky quickly turned to gray and brimmed with threatening rain so we brought everything inside and set up the DVD player to watch the Never-Ending story. You know, after watching that movie at least thirty different times - I finally figured out what Bastian name screams out the window. It's Moonchild. Yep, his mother was named...Moonchild. No wonder the poor boy had issues. o_O

So what about my life? It's as despressing and boring as ever. Bloody hell, not a single thing has changed except we're poorer and even more in debt. Oh and not to mention that empty fridge that sits in the south corner of the 4x4 jail-cell called our Kitchen. Stupidly, we had thought that the check was coming the Monday after this last (*two weeks ago*) but nothing came. We had actually antcipated something like this happening but our savings allowed only a weeks late of check. The Easter BBQ took everything right out of our pockets but we thought it was okay. We knew that the check would be coming for certain the next day. Well hell, the damn rain that threatened our sky had also attacked Santa Barbara's sky as well. The building where the checks are sent from was flooded so everything is backed up to the brim. Which means that we did not get that check and we are flat broke. Do you know how broke? James just spent the last $7 dollars (*in quarters*) to our name to buy a bag of cat food for the cats. Those poor babies, we could not live with ourselves if we couldn't at least buy their food. I mean, we have our families to go mooch off of for food but those kitties have no one but us to depend on for food sustanance. It's Sunday again. We're hoping above hope that a really big check will come this Monday. Otherwise, no, I don't even want to think about what is going to happen to us if we don't pay the utility bills and get the fridge re-stocked up. To be honest, I'm not even sure how long the cable connection is going to last. We haven't paid the ISP in two months...

How's that for depressing? I can get into more details and explain so many other things that's ben happening but I'm tense as all get out and haven't slept at all since my kitties died. Damn, my journal can get really pitiful sometimes. I visit so many other blogs and journals who have tons of exciting things or events to type about. Why oh why must I be one of the many who have terrible things happen in such short time periods? I want to be one of the few who have happiness like one of my friends who has a great relationship with her guy and has these wonderful dates with her guy. Heck, another friend of mine spends her nights at the night club dancing her worries away and then she sleeps an hour or two and gos home to get ready for college classes in the morning. I've said it once, and I'll say it again - I'm a 100 yr. old trapped in a 24 yr. old's body. -__- At any rate, thank-you all who have taken the time to tag, comment, and even compliment. I really do appreciate it and will definitely visit your sites to return the favor. Special peeps like you all make this site worth keeping. Take care!

At Last!

{EDIT}

I don't know why in the world it's happening but my stupid tagboard is not agreeing with this latest layout. Of all the insolent, brazen, cockamania things to do... Oi! Lol! I'll figure it out later but for the moment I put up a link to it. (*Points*) The tagboard is to your left where is says "Hello and Welcome" right under the 800x600 resolution. So what do you think of the new set-up? I love it to pieces and the good news is that I have the content all up. Hahah! I'm taking on the Net world with grace and slow-coming skills! ^__^



I've broken through my layout block overnight and have discovered...inspiration!

I'm coding the new layout and perhaps tomorrow it'll be all up. I'm pretty happy with what I made for once. Let me tell you, it is a strange, strange feeling this emotion called satisfaction. ^_^ Eh, at any rate - I'm off to do wifey things like laundry and dishes. Bleh, I'll come back later on to blog about this disgusting picture I found during a Google search. Do you want a hint as to what it was? Think an actual split open head. Brrr... it still gives me shivers just thinking about it.

Writer's Block here today

Would you all blog for me today please? Thank you.

Temporary Layout... until I figure out what exactly I want to put here. Grunge/Pop layouts aren't exactly my cup o'tea. I tend to be evil and not take as much time with them as I would with any other layout. As usual some of the content isn't up. :P

I find that if I keep myself busy I won't think about certain things. The things don't even have to be bad things per se, or even good things, just as long as I don't want to think about them... I won't. I'll do work projects around the house like fixing a cupboard or hammering a loose fence board back into place with an old hammer. The dishes would be washed or the clean clothes quickly folded up and placed into their proper dresser. Anything so I won't think about those that I don't want to remember. Or I'll do the worst thing possible and suddenly take on a horde of activities or web projects that I have every intention of finishing but because I took on too much...they'll never get finished. Does that make me especially bad? Who knows...I can always blame stuff like that on my hormonally bitchy self. Now wouldn't that cause a scream or two? Look out! B-I-T-C-H on the loose! Hmm does anyone ever notice that I always seem to blog around 3 am in the bloody morning? What in the world... -__-

Damage Control goes to these lovelies:   and    and  

Pigeon Road Rage

One of my friends just sent me this through the e-mail. Since my blog has been a bit depressing over the weekend I think we need a change of pace. Here's what she said:

I live in Houston and am used to having people cut me off on the highway. But this one time someone cut me off, missing my car by inches, then flipped me the bird, to boot.

Still steamed, I noticed that we had gotten off at the same exit and the convertible's driver had pulled into an office complex parking lot. I pulled my car over and waited for them to leave the parking lot and enter the building, then I entered the lot and pulled up next to the car.

Well, as my luck would have it, I had just made a stop at the grocery store and had a loaf of bread that I was willing to donate to this open convertible. So I did. I threw slices of bread in the front seat and in the back, then I drove off out of the lot and pulled off across the street.

In a few minutes the pigeons, black birds, grackles, and sea gulls started descending upon the open car and presumably pooping there as well!

Mourning light...

Animals can feel sadness. They really can feel emotions like we can. Patchie has not stopped looking for her kittens. She can't seem to understand what has happened to them. She comes into the room where her kittens had been kept and searches for any sign of her babies. It's been five days now.. five days since I had journaled about Patchie's litter of six becoming a litter of two...

The two remaining kittens we had thought would make it did not live to see the bright morning light.

I don't know how to really explain how I felt when my husband told me about the kittens. How can you explain sadness? It's a terrible something in the pits of my stomach...an itchy burning in my eyes...a heart-wrenching pain that clutches at my soul. The night before I had felt so helpless and now? I feel like I let Patchie down.. The mother cat had looked up to me to help her take care of the kittens and I utterly failed her. Maybe if I had taken her kittens to the emergency Vet or had given them Vitamilk... I keep trying to figure out if there was something more I could have done but in reality... in cold harsh reality I could not. All I could do was pray and hope that the kittens painful suffering would be ended.

The only consolation I have is that the kittens are in good hands now. I have to believe in that because I'll just cry even more if I don't. They're in Kitty Heaven... That beautiful place where the rivers flow with white milk and the trees are abundant with fresh tuna. Where fields of never-wilting flowers bloom for romping cats and kittens to play with one another. A special place where sickness doesn't exist and happiness fills their hearts. Who knows? Maybe one day...I'll get to visit them.

Heart-Felt Thank-yous to:   and    and    and  

Sunday the 13th

Ok, so it's not the same as Friday the 13th. Sundays are one of the days of the week I want to just toss out the window of no return. Why? Why not? I'm sitting here at the computer desk awaiting the washer and dryer to finish their loads of laundry. Once done, I grab the dirty clothes, toss in the detergent or softner sheet and start the process all over again. Repeat until finished. Bleh, what a life. -__-

Good Lord, I just saw a commercial for a Cartoon Bible. It's delightful. A warm introduction to the Bible which includes a snake with human arms. O_O

Plugs go to:   and  

Trying Hard to Fill the emptiness

I'm learning that things aren't as difficult to handle as long as I have great caring friends like you all. And I'm thanking you all for all the warmth, hope, and encouragement you lend. I appreciate your support beyond measure. Your friendship is a blessing my heart will always treasure. ^_^.

I still have the tagboard up but figured that since it seems to be down for sometime... I'd go back to Haloscan and get my comments script up and running again. ^__^.

Peeps who comment get a plug! Lol! Now there's advertising incentive for ya.

Well...

I can't blog about it right now so I'll tell you all the bad news when I stop trembling from the sadness...

Plugs go to:   and    and  

I'd plug MonkeyPrinceGoku but he never likes to leave the URL to his webpage. I'll assume that if he wants me to broadcast his personal site - he'll let me link his site here for once. :P

Sick kittens

If you know me... you know I take in cats from the streets or abused animals into my home. About a month ago I had a couple strangers just drop four pregnant queens (*Female cats that are pregnant*) onto my front step. What was I to do? I had to take the poor things inside and slowly began to fatten them up. The streets hadn't been too kind to them at all. Unfotunately, one of the mothers had her babies a week and a half ago. The little thing popped out six mew-mews of all sorts of colours and patterns. But slowly, I and my husband have watched her babies die. The vet has informed me today that the mother is infected with full blown FIV or Feline Immunodeficiency Virus. (*This is often referred to Feline Aids.*) As you can probably surmise...her kittens have this bloody disease as well. Now, out of six kittens she is left with only two; an orange kitten and a black kitten. The orange one is dying right before my eyes. Lord, I have gone through this so many times and its never once have gotten easier. I know a few people may say that there's bigger problems out there to worry about but dammit I don't care. Why the hell do these poor innocent kittens have to suffer? Why must there always be sadness and tragedy? This world can screw itself over for all I care. I hate life as it is and each day I grow more and more weary of living in it. I wish there was a way to suck the life out of rapists, pedaphiles, murderers, and low-life drug dealers and somehow transfer their wasted life energy into those darling kittens. Anything, something to give them a longer and healthier life. This world where idiots that maim, kill, or rape the will and life of innocents are given something precious to waste and do as they please while sick innocent humans and animals die each second... Well right now, to me, this is a bloody-cold mother *BEEP*ing world that can go to hell at any time.

The Glow Filter is Fun!

-

A New Meow Layout

NewLayout!

What do you think? It's pretty, colourful, and well-laid out in my humble opinion. ^__^ Except for the picture of the Mod girl; everything was made by my un-talented hand. There is no theme to this except for bright, vibrant colours. I was a bit tired of the drab black and dark pink from the past layout. o_O

Not all of the content has been transferred over. The dolls and tutorials sections are being coded so it'll be a day or two before they're back up. Aside from that I'll come back and blog later. The whole night was spent working on this layout and for once... it actually shows! LOL!

[EDIT at 4:47 PM] Mucho love and plugs to   and   for commenting on my new layout. I'm all smiles today thanks to you both! ^__^

This is one of those boring Saturdays where I wish I had something amazing or exciting to do with my free time. I can imagine a crisp night out at the local dance club where I have this really sultry mini-dress on and high platform shoes to match. The single men at the bar would be glancing my way and giving me the 'rawrr' look of passion. I would be laughing, flirting, and dancing my life away. The world's problems would melt away just for that night and I wouldn't have to be caught up in my worries about bills, house chores, rpgs, or anything else. I could for one night be free of the pains and misery of my life. (*Sigh*) Wouldn't that be nice? It's wishful thinking on my part. Starlit nights full of fun-filled adventure is the stuff of dreams; at least for me...

At any rate, if you love J-Pop music such as Ayumi Hamazaki, BoA, or Aikada... I stumbled across this nice little page just chock full of mp3s and full music video downloads. The best part is that there are no pop-up ads. Don't forget to right-click and Save-As. We don't want to ruin their little 'secret' mp3 storage place. ^__^

J-Pop Shack

At Last!

I've broken through my layout block overnight and have discovered...inspiration!

I'm coding the new layout and perhaps tomorrow it'll be all up. I'm pretty happy with what I made for once. Let me tell you, it is a strange, strange feeling this emotion called satisfaction. ^_^ Eh, at any rate - I'm off to do wifey things like laundry and dishes. Bleh, I'll come back later on to blog about this disgusting picture I found during a Google search. Do you want a hint as to what it was? Think an actual split open head. Brrr... it still gives me shivers just thinking about it.

Writer's Block here today

Would you all blog for me today please? Thank you.

Temporary Layout... until I figure out what exactly I want to put here. Grunge/Pop layouts aren't exactly my cup o'tea. I tend to be evil and not take as much time with them as I would with any other layout. As usual some of the content isn't up. :P

I find that if I keep myself busy I won't think about certain things. The things don't even have to be bad things per se, or even good things, just as long as I don't want to think about them... I won't. I'll do work projects around the house like fixing a cupboard or hammering a loose fence board back into place with an old hammer. The dishes would be washed or the clean clothes quickly folded up and placed into their proper dresser. Anything so I won't think about those that I don't want to remember. Or I'll do the worst thing possible and suddenly take on a horde of activities or web projects that I have every intention of finishing but because I took on too much...they'll never get finished. Does that make me especially bad? Who knows...I can always blame stuff like that on my hormonally bitchy self. Now wouldn't that cause a scream or two? Look out! B-I-T-C-H on the loose! Hmm does anyone ever notice that I always seem to blog around 3 am in the bloody morning? What in the world... -__-

Damage Control goes to these lovelies:   and    and  

Pigeon Road Rage

One of my friends just sent me this through the e-mail. Since my blog has been a bit depressing over the weekend I think we need a change of pace. Here's what she said:

I live in Houston and am used to having people cut me off on the highway. But this one time someone cut me off, missing my car by inches, then flipped me the bird, to boot.

Still steamed, I noticed that we had gotten off at the same exit and the convertible's driver had pulled into an office complex parking lot. I pulled my car over and waited for them to leave the parking lot and enter the building, then I entered the lot and pulled up next to the car.

Well, as my luck would have it, I had just made a stop at the grocery store and had a loaf of bread that I was willing to donate to this open convertible. So I did. I threw slices of bread in the front seat and in the back, then I drove off out of the lot and pulled off across the street.

In a few minutes the pigeons, black birds, grackles, and sea gulls started descending upon the open car and presumably pooping there as well!

Mourning light...

Animals can feel sadness. They really can feel emotions like we can. Patchie has not stopped looking for her kittens. She can't seem to understand what has happened to them. She comes into the room where her kittens had been kept and searches for any sign of her babies. It's been five days now.. five days since I had journaled about Patchie's litter of six becoming a litter of two...

The two remaining kittens we had thought would make it did not live to see the bright morning light.

I don't know how to really explain how I felt when my husband told me about the kittens. How can you explain sadness? It's a terrible something in the pits of my stomach...an itchy burning in my eyes...a heart-wrenching pain that clutches at my soul. The night before I had felt so helpless and now? I feel like I let Patchie down.. The mother cat had looked up to me to help her take care of the kittens and I utterly failed her. Maybe if I had taken her kittens to the emergency Vet or had given them Vitamilk... I keep trying to figure out if there was something more I could have done but in reality... in cold harsh reality I could not. All I could do was pray and hope that the kittens painful suffering would be ended.

The only consolation I have is that the kittens are in good hands now. I have to believe in that because I'll just cry even more if I don't. They're in Kitty Heaven... That beautiful place where the rivers flow with white milk and the trees are abundant with fresh tuna. Where fields of never-wilting flowers bloom for romping cats and kittens to play with one another. A special place where sickness doesn't exist and happiness fills their hearts. Who knows? Maybe one day...I'll get to visit them.

Heart-Felt Thank-yous to:   and    and    and  

Sunday the 13th

Ok, so it's not the same as Friday the 13th. Sundays are one of the days of the week I want to just toss out the window of no return. Why? Why not? I'm sitting here at the computer desk awaiting the washer and dryer to finish their loads of laundry. Once done, I grab the dirty clothes, toss in the detergent or softner sheet and start the process all over again. Repeat until finished. Bleh, what a life. -__-

Good Lord, I just saw a commercial for a Cartoon Bible. It's delightful. A warm introduction to the Bible which includes a snake with human arms. O_O

Plugs go to:   and  

Trying Hard to Fill the emptiness

I'm learning that things aren't as difficult to handle as long as I have great caring friends like you all. And I'm thanking you all for all the warmth, hope, and encouragement you lend. I appreciate your support beyond measure. Your friendship is a blessing my heart will always treasure. ^_^.

I still have the tagboard up but figured that since it seems to be down for sometime... I'd go back to Haloscan and get my comments script up and running again. ^__^.

Peeps who comment get a plug! Lol! Now there's advertising incentive for ya.

Well...

I can't blog about it right now so I'll tell you all the bad news when I stop trembling from the sadness...

Plugs go to:   and    and  

I'd plug MonkeyPrinceGoku but he never likes to leave the URL to his webpage. I'll assume that if he wants me to broadcast his personal site - he'll let me link his site here for once. :P

Sick kittens

If you know me... you know I take in cats from the streets or abused animals into my home. About a month ago I had a couple strangers just drop four pregnant queens (*Female cats that are pregnant*) onto my front step. What was I to do? I had to take the poor things inside and slowly began to fatten them up. The streets hadn't been too kind to them at all. Unfotunately, one of the mothers had her babies a week and a half ago. The little thing popped out six mew-mews of all sorts of colours and patterns. But slowly, I and my husband have watched her babies die. The vet has informed me today that the mother is infected with full blown FIV or Feline Immunodeficiency Virus. (*This is often referred to Feline Aids.*) As you can probably surmise...her kittens have this bloody disease as well. Now, out of six kittens she is left with only two; an orange kitten and a black kitten. The orange one is dying right before my eyes. Lord, I have gone through this so many times and its never once have gotten easier. I know a few people may say that there's bigger problems out there to worry about but dammit I don't care. Why the hell do these poor innocent kittens have to suffer? Why must there always be sadness and tragedy? This world can screw itself over for all I care. I hate life as it is and each day I grow more and more weary of living in it. I wish there was a way to suck the life out of rapists, pedaphiles, murderers, and low-life drug dealers and somehow transfer their wasted life energy into those darling kittens. Anything, something to give them a longer and healthier life. This world where idiots that maim, kill, or rape the will and life of innocents are given something precious to waste and do as they please while sick innocent humans and animals die each second... Well right now, to me, this is a bloody-cold mother *BEEP*ing world that can go to hell at any time.

The Glow Filter is Fun!

-

A New Meow Layout

NewLayout!

What do you think? It's pretty, colourful, and well-laid out in my humble opinion. ^__^ Except for the picture of the Mod girl; everything was made by my un-talented hand. There is no theme to this except for bright, vibrant colours. I was a bit tired of the drab black and dark pink from the past layout. o_O

Not all of the content has been transferred over. The dolls and tutorials sections are being coded so it'll be a day or two before they're back up. Aside from that I'll come back and blog later. The whole night was spent working on this layout and for once... it actually shows! LOL!

[EDIT at 4:47 PM] Mucho love and plugs to   and   for commenting on my new layout. I'm all smiles today thanks to you both! ^__^

This is one of those boring Saturdays where I wish I had something amazing or exciting to do with my free time. I can imagine a crisp night out at the local dance club where I have this really sultry mini-dress on and high platform shoes to match. The single men at the bar would be glancing my way and giving me the 'rawrr' look of passion. I would be laughing, flirting, and dancing my life away. The world's problems would melt away just for that night and I wouldn't have to be caught up in my worries about bills, house chores, rpgs, or anything else. I could for one night be free of the pains and misery of my life. (*Sigh*) Wouldn't that be nice? It's wishful thinking on my part. Starlit nights full of fun-filled adventure is the stuff of dreams; at least for me...

At any rate, if you love J-Pop music such as Ayumi Hamazaki, BoA, or Aikada... I stumbled across this nice little page just chock full of mp3s and full music video downloads. The best part is that there are no pop-up ads. Don't forget to right-click and Save-As. We don't want to ruin their little 'secret' mp3 storage place. ^__^

J-Pop Shack

Writer's Block here today

Would you all blog for me today please? Thank you.

I find that if I keep myself busy I won't think about certain things. The things don't even have to be bad things per se, or even good things, just as long as I don't want to think about them... I won't. I'll do work projects around the house like fixing a cupboard or hammering a loose fence board back into place with an old hammer. The dishes would be washed or the clean clothes quickly folded up and placed into their proper dresser. Anything so I won't think about those that I don't want to remember. Or I'll do the worst thing possible and suddenly take on a horde of activities or web projects that I have every intention of finishing but because I took on too much...they'll never get finished. Does that make me especially bad? Who knows...I can always blame stuff like that on my hormonally bitchy self. Now wouldn't that cause a scream or two? Look out! B-I-T-C-H on the loose! Hmm does anyone ever notice that I always seem to blog around 3 am in the bloody morning? What in the world... -__-

Damage Control goes to these lovelies:   and    and  

Pigeon Road Rage

One of my friends just sent me this through the e-mail. Since my blog has been a bit depressing over the weekend I think we need a change of pace. Here's what she said:

I live in Houston and am used to having people cut me off on the highway. But this one time someone cut me off, missing my car by inches, then flipped me the bird, to boot.

Still steamed, I noticed that we had gotten off at the same exit and the convertible's driver had pulled into an office complex parking lot. I pulled my car over and waited for them to leave the parking lot and enter the building, then I entered the lot and pulled up next to the car.

Well, as my luck would have it, I had just made a stop at the grocery store and had a loaf of bread that I was willing to donate to this open convertible. So I did. I threw slices of bread in the front seat and in the back, then I drove off out of the lot and pulled off across the street.

In a few minutes the pigeons, black birds, grackles, and sea gulls started descending upon the open car and presumably pooping there as well!

Mourning light...

Animals can feel sadness. They really can feel emotions like we can. Patchie has not stopped looking for her kittens. She can't seem to understand what has happened to them. She comes into the room where her kittens had been kept and searches for any sign of her babies. It's been five days now.. five days since I had journaled about Patchie's litter of six becoming a litter of two...

The two remaining kittens we had thought would make it did not live to see the bright morning light.

I don't know how to really explain how I felt when my husband told me about the kittens. How can you explain sadness? It's a terrible something in the pits of my stomach...an itchy burning in my eyes...a heart-wrenching pain that clutches at my soul. The night before I had felt so helpless and now? I feel like I let Patchie down.. The mother cat had looked up to me to help her take care of the kittens and I utterly failed her. Maybe if I had taken her kittens to the emergency Vet or had given them Vitamilk... I keep trying to figure out if there was something more I could have done but in reality... in cold harsh reality I could not. All I could do was pray and hope that the kittens painful suffering would be ended.

The only consolation I have is that the kittens are in good hands now. I have to believe in that because I'll just cry even more if I don't. They're in Kitty Heaven... That beautiful place where the rivers flow with white milk and the trees are abundant with fresh tuna. Where fields of never-wilting flowers bloom for romping cats and kittens to play with one another. A special place where sickness doesn't exist and happiness fills their hearts. Who knows? Maybe one day...I'll get to visit them.

Heart-Felt Thank-yous to:   and    and    and  

Sunday the 13th

Ok, so it's not the same as Friday the 13th. Sundays are one of the days of the week I want to just toss out the window of no return. Why? Why not? I'm sitting here at the computer desk awaiting the washer and dryer to finish their loads of laundry. Once done, I grab the dirty clothes, toss in the detergent or softner sheet and start the process all over again. Repeat until finished. Bleh, what a life. -__-

Good Lord, I just saw a commercial for a Cartoon Bible. It's delightful. A warm introduction to the Bible which includes a snake with human arms. O_O

Plugs go to:   and  

Trying Hard to Fill the emptiness

I'm learning that things aren't as difficult to handle as long as I have great caring friends like you all. And I'm thanking you all for all the warmth, hope, and encouragement you lend. I appreciate your support beyond measure. Your friendship is a blessing my heart will always treasure. ^_^.

I still have the tagboard up but figured that since it seems to be down for sometime... I'd go back to Haloscan and get my comments script up and running again. ^__^.

Peeps who comment get a plug! Lol! Now there's advertising incentive for ya.

Well...

I can't blog about it right now so I'll tell you all the bad news when I stop trembling from the sadness...

Plugs go to:   and    and  

I'd plug MonkeyPrinceGoku but he never likes to leave the URL to his webpage. I'll assume that if he wants me to broadcast his personal site - he'll let me link his site here for once. :P

Sick kittens

If you know me... you know I take in cats from the streets or abused animals into my home. About a month ago I had a couple strangers just drop four pregnant queens (*Female cats that are pregnant*) onto my front step. What was I to do? I had to take the poor things inside and slowly began to fatten them up. The streets hadn't been too kind to them at all. Unfotunately, one of the mothers had her babies a week and a half ago. The little thing popped out six mew-mews of all sorts of colours and patterns. But slowly, I and my husband have watched her babies die. The vet has informed me today that the mother is infected with full blown FIV or Feline Immunodeficiency Virus. (*This is often referred to Feline Aids.*) As you can probably surmise...her kittens have this bloody disease as well. Now, out of six kittens she is left with only two; an orange kitten and a black kitten. The orange one is dying right before my eyes. Lord, I have gone through this so many times and its never once have gotten easier. I know a few people may say that there's bigger problems out there to worry about but dammit I don't care. Why the hell do these poor innocent kittens have to suffer? Why must there always be sadness and tragedy? This world can screw itself over for all I care. I hate life as it is and each day I grow more and more weary of living in it. I wish there was a way to suck the life out of rapists, pedaphiles, murderers, and low-life drug dealers and somehow transfer their wasted life energy into those darling kittens. Anything, something to give them a longer and healthier life. This world where idiots that maim, kill, or rape the will and life of innocents are given something precious to waste and do as they please while sick innocent humans and animals die each second... Well right now, to me, this is a bloody-cold mother *BEEP*ing world that can go to hell at any time.

The Glow Filter is Fun!

-

A New Meow Layout

NewLayout!

What do you think? It's pretty, colourful, and well-laid out in my humble opinion. ^__^ Except for the picture of the Mod girl; everything was made by my un-talented hand. There is no theme to this except for bright, vibrant colours. I was a bit tired of the drab black and dark pink from the past layout. o_O

Not all of the content has been transferred over. The dolls and tutorials sections are being coded so it'll be a day or two before they're back up. Aside from that I'll come back and blog later. The whole night was spent working on this layout and for once... it actually shows! LOL!

[EDIT at 4:47 PM] Mucho love and plugs to   and   for commenting on my new layout. I'm all smiles today thanks to you both! ^__^

This is one of those boring Saturdays where I wish I had something amazing or exciting to do with my free time. I can imagine a crisp night out at the local dance club where I have this really sultry mini-dress on and high platform shoes to match. The single men at the bar would be glancing my way and giving me the 'rawrr' look of passion. I would be laughing, flirting, and dancing my life away. The world's problems would melt away just for that night and I wouldn't have to be caught up in my worries about bills, house chores, rpgs, or anything else. I could for one night be free of the pains and misery of my life. (*Sigh*) Wouldn't that be nice? It's wishful thinking on my part. Starlit nights full of fun-filled adventure is the stuff of dreams; at least for me...

At any rate, if you love J-Pop music such as Ayumi Hamazaki, BoA, or Aikada... I stumbled across this nice little page just chock full of mp3s and full music video downloads. The best part is that there are no pop-up ads. Don't forget to right-click and Save-As. We don't want to ruin their little 'secret' mp3 storage place. ^__^

J-Pop Shack

March 14th, 2003

I feel extra bitchy today. I have to admit something though. I'm going to end up hitting someone really soon. Let's recap shall we? Older brother and girlfriend were kicked out of the girl's house by her mother. Understandable, my brother Raul is a total loser. She's a payasa that thinks she's all that despite what appearances dictate. Personally, I believe they make a perfect match. Anyways, so what does my 30 yr. old brother do in this situation? He takes his girl over to my mother's house and moves right back in. Raul is a jobless no good idiot. The girl works but together they have literally ripped my mother's home apart. The bathroom needs to be re-tiled because they take showers together all the time while my mother is at home mind you... and the floor is costantly flooded. Not only that but they also use the best towels and blankets to cover up the mess. Then they leave the bundles of wet clothes on top of the toilet lid. I won't even tell you what they do to the toilet itself..or the living room. (*Shudders*)The girl may work but she's totally useless as a human being. The dishes they dirty are left to pile up in the sink and should she try and clean them up - the dishes are only rinsed with water and put into the dry clean rack! I'm so close to marching over there and kicking her fat ass out of my mother's home. I can leave my brother to James to handle but good Lord.. the cow is trying my patience. My mother is disabled and 45 yrs. old. She does not need my wannabe chulo of a brother there with his latest slut to make things more miserable. Little does she know the evil, twisted, bitter bitch I am when I get riled up. I do believe I am going to enjoy paying her a 'unexpected' visit tomorrow.

Lady-sama purred at 03:33 PM (PST) 

March 13th, 2003

Turles Scowl

My attempt at another Turles picture. It bites the big whopper. I know. T__T

Lady-sama purred at 09:04 PM (PST) 

March 10th, 2003

Love Under The Trees

Waiting alone in the Red Chamber, remembering its bloody history, with the plaintive braying of the Don's llamas wafting in from outside, Alicia - she who had always seemed so cold! - thought once more of R. Daneel Olivaw, the deaf troubador. He was now, according to three independent witnesses, installing Windows