tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63505262011-08-03T17:00:40.710-07:00Because we've all been both. lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.comBlogger1821100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1130347472929616582005-10-26T09:57:00.000-07:002005-10-26T10:24:32.986-07:00

FIRSTSFirst job: I was a telemarketer in high school. Yup, it sucked as much as I thought it would.First screen name: Lost AngelFirst self-purchased CD: Jeez. Probably something by Def Leppard.Vinyl Album: Michael Jackson, Thriller. Hey! I was in grammar school!First piercing/tattoo: My ears, age -1 year, Mom got pissed at Gramma for that one.First true love: This boy named Chris. Dunno why,

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1130345028877498962005-10-26T09:42:00.000-07:002005-10-26T09:43:48.883-07:00

Give me a comment and:1. I’ll respond with something random about you.2. I’ll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.3. I’ll pick a flavor of ice cream to wrestle with you in.4. I’ll quote you some obscure quote.5. I’ll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.6. I’ll tell you what animal or character you remind me of.7. I’ll ask you something that I’ve always wondered about you.And since it

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1130342960802137242005-10-26T08:44:00.000-07:002005-10-26T09:17:38.460-07:00

Many things have been going on with me, and I've been struggling with the decisions that I needed to make. Someone who used to know me asked me when I was going to fish or cut bait, and ironically, I've been asking myself the same question for some time. I just didn't know it.To this person I say: Thank you for not being passive-aggresive.I've decided to cut bait on essentially everything in

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1129573105405669992005-10-17T10:53:00.000-07:002005-10-17T11:18:25.460-07:00

I have a friend who owns the cutest puppy in the world. She is so cute, that she has been described as Joy personified - dogified?, whatever . This morning I was at said friend's house, waiting for him to get out of the shower so that we could car-pool to work, when I noticed something wrong with the puppy.She wasn't adorably jumping up and down, wagging her tail. This puppy looks just like a

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1129236476820952012005-10-13T13:32:00.000-07:002005-10-13T13:47:56.826-07:00

I have felt alone for most of my life. I have never felt that more than now. To think of him hurts, and yet it is the only thing that eases my pain. Until the tears start.I can't look at pictures, and calling on the phone, while welcome as they may be for him, makes it worse.I'm in pain with him, yet without him I am dying by the minute.Hearing his voice makes the lonliness go away, until I

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1128446545874459742005-10-04T10:00:00.000-07:002005-10-04T10:22:25.916-07:00

This blog should be about the happiness that Serenity brought to my barren existance since its cancellation all those moons ago.Instead, I had to sit and watch my poor cat, JIF, die a slow and painful death. Jif was an orange cat, yes named after the peanut butter. He was at least 20 human years old, and at first we just thought that he was showing his age. Then it hit him (and us) like a ton

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1126895782816341042005-09-16T11:09:00.000-07:002005-09-16T11:36:22.856-07:00

It's the return of The Thursday Three! TTT survived the hurricane and is back to provide all of us with an excuse to post at least once a week. 1. With the recent hurricane that hit the Gulf Coast, it has once again been made obvious that being prepared ahead of time can be the difference between life and death. Do you and your family keep an emergency pack of supplies ready to go at a moment's

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1126705603977014992005-09-14T06:40:00.000-07:002005-09-14T06:46:43.983-07:00

I would like to say that I went to bed happier than I have been in a good long while - and NO! Andy was NOT over last night.I saw, finally, a trailer for Serenity. It was a long one, and I was pleased. There was much rejoicing in the village.The trailer was a new one, or one I had yet to see. It was chock full of the humor that I've come to know and miss from our gang. I'm all excited to see

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1126029218388281832005-09-06T10:50:00.000-07:002005-09-06T10:53:38.393-07:00

I realized I had to make a decision of whether or not I am going to move home come January.Of course all this depends on Andy, because in my opinion, I can just as easily stay as go.He's on the fence, not wanting to commit to me, but not wanting to let me go. It was a very hard weekend for me, because I can see his point of view in things (not getting into them here) and they're very valid

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1125582405415058552005-09-01T06:39:00.000-07:002005-09-01T06:46:45.420-07:00

Allow me to be a little selfish for a moment here: OW!!Gas prices jumped 60 CENTS in between the time I went into work yesterday morning and the time I went home. 60 cents.This is definitely bringing about some lifestyle changes. No more silly little frivolities like leaving during my lunch hour, or going places on the weekend. As a matter of fact, I'm carpooling now, and since Andy doesn't

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1125244890650343702005-08-28T08:44:00.000-07:002005-08-28T09:01:30.656-07:00

Or my new love of italicsThere is no reason for the title of this blog, as there usually is, but I just like the phrase. I'm currently reading Delusions of Grandma by Carrie Fisher, and that was the name of a project that the main character in her book was working on. Funny how it seems to, coincidentally, fit the theme of my life.(Remember how I was trying to clean up my language? Well, it

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1124979340002711432005-08-25T07:11:00.000-07:002005-08-25T07:15:40.006-07:00

It's hard to get up early in the morning when you have a kitty walk up your stomach (he only weighs like 5 pounds, so that didn't wake me up) and then curl up in the spot between your arm and your ribcage to take a nap.It's really hard to get out of bed when said kitty proceeds to lay his chin on your arm and start making kitty snores.It was just so cute, how could I wake him up??? How could I be

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1124905870455884662005-08-24T10:09:00.000-07:002005-08-24T10:51:10.516-07:00

And boy, I wish I wasn't. My vacation was way too short, and when I came back to work, there was the usual assortment of "Oh, I thought it could wait until you came back." type stuff.My desk was nice and neat for about half a day.The reason why it was so neat was that my computer was down for that half day. I don't know if anyone is as tied to their computer as I am, but without my computer,

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1123764619974481312005-08-11T05:39:00.000-07:002005-08-11T05:50:38.930-07:00

That's right boys and girls! I'm on vaca in 2 days! In 48 hours I will be subjected to the hell that is Newark Liberty Airport, to stand in line for hours just to be told that I don't have to be searched (I have a trusting face, and always show cleavage. Hey! It works, ok?)So, my blog will be a little duller than usual, but I'll be sure to have lots of exciting things to tell when I get back,

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1123591677169825342005-08-09T05:43:00.000-07:002005-08-09T05:49:07.603-07:00

I had the most wonderful dream last night. I was married to Batman (the Christian Bale one). He was insanely rich, incredibly hot, and head over heels in love with me. He kept saying that Rachel was nothing to him, he was glad her prissy ass left. He was proud I was his, he also said that he was glad that Andy was dead (!) so that we could finally be together. Then he took my hand and led me

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1123519314984818722005-08-08T09:20:00.000-07:002005-08-08T09:51:50.926-07:00

I'm tagging myself for this meme, because Sarah said I could:This is a missing meme. Pop called me out about it last week, but I was too busy moving to notice. But I saw it yesterday, and it's cute, so I'm doing it. It's an LJ meme, so motor on over the flist stuff if it confuses you.Directions: Post 5 reasons why you are a dork, then tag 5 of the dorkiest people on your friends list to explain

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1122986473570219912005-08-02T05:32:00.000-07:002005-08-02T05:41:13.576-07:00

I'm sitting at work, wondering why I'm freaking out. Now I know why! I look at my "IN" pile, and y'all, it's seriously high enough to reach my chin. My. Chin.Oh, and I'm going on vacation in two weeks, which means that for some reason I feel the need to have EVERYTHING done. Everything. That means, not only getting my car washed and the oil changed, the car inspected, but the trunk cleaned out

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1122571168876943272005-07-28T10:16:00.000-07:002005-07-28T10:23:27.250-07:00

You know how I keep saying that I'm a bad person? Well apparantly, I just keep with the bad.Case in point: my normally vacant smile - the one that I wear when walking down the hall to anywhere - turned into a laser-beam death glare when some guy at work stopped me, greeted and then proceeded to have a 5 minute conversation with my chest, regardless of my attempts to divert his conversation

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1121705109435940942005-07-18T09:33:00.000-07:002005-07-18T09:45:09.443-07:00

OK, I have to stop going to my normal haunts for a while, because some of my favorite bloggers are all Spoilery with the Harry Potter. I don't blame them, I just can't join them for another week. Why?Because I decided to save money and buy it online at Wal-mart.com.I don't mind the mild backlog of books, I'm actually a little behind on my reading, and I am planning on going on vacation in a

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1121440224769702992005-07-15T07:57:00.000-07:002005-07-15T08:10:24.776-07:00

I saw The Fantastic Four the other day, and it was a cute summer movie. I wasn't expecting anything more than that, so I was not disappointed.On another note, I had a long talk with myself, and a short talk with Andy, and basically decided that seeing as we are in two different places in our lives, and want different things, it's better to go our separate ways. The long talk with myself

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1121084906953020242005-07-11T05:10:00.000-07:002005-07-11T05:29:46.626-07:00

I am up to my eyeballs in work. I'm overly stressed out because I have to do the equivalent of 3 jobs in only 45 hours a week. So what am I doing? Blogging, of course.Again with the Star WarsWalking into Best Buy we saw one of those insanely expensive flat screen tvs. Meh. What drew my attention was not the fact that they were playing Star Wars Episode I, but the fact that there was a toddler

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1120680406115020862005-07-06T12:56:00.000-07:002005-07-06T13:06:46.120-07:00

This makes me very happy.If the Olympics had moved to NYC, my summer would have been traffic hell. "Why? You live in New Jersey!" you might say.And I might answer you without using swear words too. Considering how congested Good Ole' Gotham is, half of the events would have been held in New Jersey. Call me grumpy, call me unpatriotic, or unsupportive of our "amateur" athletes, but New Jersey

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1120494674718791412005-07-04T09:25:00.000-07:002005-07-04T09:31:14.720-07:00

OK, Y'all know that I've had issues here and there about my chemical stability. Well, let me say that I LOVE DRUGS, and not just because they have a lot to do with my paycheck.It's no secret that I'm either bi-polar, or suffering from PMDS (mega-wicked PMS) depending on your area of specialty. Aside from being a bit disconcerted about the ambiguity of my diagnosis, I'm not too worried, because

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1119979224589912882005-06-28T10:17:00.000-07:002005-06-28T10:21:39.720-07:00

there's a new rec repository for those who love themselfs some fanfic. It's called "Rectastic and it's pretty damn cool.Check it out, it's worth a gander seeing as it's been created by Sparkx, and populated by Sarah and Poptart. You too may contribute if your fanfic mojo is sufficient to impress those two internet goddesses.Me, I'm just here for the squeeing.

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1119915242514280872005-06-27T13:28:00.000-07:002005-06-27T16:34:02.560-07:00

I've never really had an accurate self-image. I've always been more positive or negative than I really was, depending on my mood and the situation I was in. Today I realized that I have really, really let myself go.The thing is, I let myself go mentally, which is really what happens. My life has become extremely stressful in all areas, and it has taken me an Oprah rerun to get me going. The

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1118605180239307492005-06-14T12:20:00.000-07:002005-06-14T14:22:36.836-07:00

I've been everywhere, but nowhere long enough to settle down and collect myself. I have a few moments, so here's where I've been: (I'm so busy I started this on Sunday night, and, well, here we are...)How do I view thee? Let me count the ways...I have now seen Revenge of the Sith three times, and am going to see it again tonight. The first time I went on opening day, but I guess I'm not a

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1118761540366946292005-06-14T08:03:00.000-07:002005-06-14T08:05:40.370-07:00

Today our resident child prodigy, Mag at therubble is no longer a child! Today she is counted as a growed-up!!!!Happy 18th birthday Maggie!!!!

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1117816186457066722005-06-03T09:20:00.000-07:002005-06-03T09:29:46.463-07:00

Have you ever loved someone so much that just the thought of losing them, even though nothing of the kind is on the horizon, just makes you want to crawl under your bed and whimper?Well, I'm there.Yes, I love my Hedgie and Emo (nicknames for my mother and sister - we're not going there) to the same extent, and I don't know what I would do if I lost either of them, but this is the love that I have

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1117572753347271122005-05-31T09:34:00.000-07:002005-06-01T09:50:02.536-07:00

Yep, all three of my loyal readers (and the two that wandered in off the street looking for a girlie-show) it's my birthday today, and it's official, I'm old*.(That's 32 years)I know this because our summer intern, Jeremy told me so. A 19 year old engineering student actually said the 3 most hated words a woman can hear: "wow, you're old."Mind you, I'm the youngest person in my department by 10

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1116543256631824622005-05-19T15:21:00.000-07:002005-05-19T15:56:25.823-07:00

I just got home from Star Wars Episode III and I was blown away. This post is spoiler free in that I won't tell any plot points, but I will tell you my emotions.Just so you know, I took off from work today for this. I went with Andy, his cousin, his cousin's neice (his other cousin's daughter) and a co-worker of theirs, and it was worth every dime I am not getting paid for. I am blown away,

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1116346341172017012005-05-17T08:48:00.000-07:002005-05-17T09:12:21.176-07:00

I know that most people think that George Lucas is a controlling, self-absorbed wanker, but please...REVENGE OF THE SITH IS NOT, I REPEAT NOT, A COMMENTARY ON GEORGE BUSH'S PLANS TO DESTROY THE WORLD AND EVERYTHING DEMOCRATIC THAT WE HOLD DEAR.Thank you.People, please. just. stop. I seriously doubt that anyone with a To Do List more than 15 minutes long never even entertained this thought, let

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1115920929704980772005-05-12T10:55:00.000-07:002005-05-12T11:02:09.710-07:00

(1) Who was the most memorable (good or bad) graduation speaker at a ceremony you've attended -- not necessarily your own?Only been to one - mine. Not that memorable, I alternated between sleeping and trying to keep the guys on either side of me from yanking off my gown.(2) Approximately how many graduation ceremonies have you been in as a graduate and how many others have you gone to?Make that

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1115317976747134502005-05-05T11:30:00.000-07:002005-05-05T11:32:56.753-07:00

I'm going to be gone for a bit. Things are going on that are rather irritating, annoying, or devastating depending on how you look at things.I'll be back soon though, so save my seat for me.

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1115326365035534602005-05-05T10:51:00.000-07:002005-05-05T13:52:45.040-07:00

Pick ONE word from each pair that you think describes me the best & leave it in the comments.Then copy this and post it in your own journal to see how your friends view you.My answers are in my comments* dominant or submissive* logical or intuitive* social or loner* kinky or vanilla* cute or sophisticated* kitten or puppy* warm flannel sheets or sleek satin* leader or follower* quiet or talkative

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1114788789071306802005-04-29T08:18:00.000-07:002005-04-29T08:33:09.073-07:00

OK, this is going back to a Thursday Three from last week about books.The thing is, I'm thinking about dipping my toe into the e-books pool. Any advice? Apparantly, the collection of porn - sorry, romantica - that I stumbled on can be bought for a fraction of the price if I order it electronically, versus hard copy. While I'm normally a snob about my books, this group of books I wouldn't mind

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1114717839399664822005-04-28T12:42:00.000-07:002005-04-28T12:53:12.660-07:00

Yes, yes, I know it's Thursday Three, but it's never just three questions anymore:1. What does your name mean—any connection to what you do or who you are?My first name - the-name-that-shall-not-be-spoken - means knowledge in Hebrew. I find it appropriate since people think I'm wicked smart. The name that people know me by, Leigh - is English for Meadow.My last name means "guide" in French.

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1114309327610256942005-04-27T18:37:00.000-07:002005-04-28T12:29:20.246-07:00

At long last, my blog on Firefly:Sarah, of MoralCalculus fame (see left under Other Angels) did her post on Firefly, so here's my bit.A while back I'm sitting in the living room of my boyfriend, Rob, when he looks at me and says, "Here's something you'll like. That guy, Joss Whedon is making a new series."Silly me brushes this news off."Oh, I heard about that. I don't think it'll fly, they

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1114630361122015042005-04-27T12:30:00.000-07:002005-04-27T13:53:31.940-07:00

AAARRRGGGHHH!!!!!SQUEE!*faint*

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1114520709972427082005-04-26T06:00:00.000-07:002005-04-26T06:05:09.973-07:00

While I'm trying to put the finishing touches on some damn good blog posts. One of them involves my musings on Prettiness (I know you're sick of them, but it's my blog, so there) and another is on the profound, earth shattering effects that a certain TV show has had on my life.I need time to make them really good. Oh, that and I found a series of smut books that are reallyreallyreally good.

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1114392270112467132005-04-24T18:11:00.000-07:002005-04-24T18:24:30.113-07:00

Comment from most recent post:You have a riveting web log and undoubtedly must have atypical & quiescent potential for your intended readership. May I suggest that you do everything in your power to honor your Designer/Architect as well as your audience.Please remember to never restrict anyone's opportunities for ascertaining uninterrupted existence for their quintessence.Best wishes for

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1114180130848325452005-04-22T07:26:00.000-07:002005-04-22T07:28:50.846-07:00

My little sister is one of the coolest people I have ever met. Case in point is an email that she sent me telling me about a shirt she saw that made her think of me. It said:Put on your big girl panties and deal with it.Wise words to live by.

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1114110632814142212005-04-21T11:59:00.000-07:002005-04-21T12:10:32.816-07:00

1. Do you like to read one book at a time until you’re finished, or multiple things at once?Several. I never read less than 4 things at one time, often because I leave books in different areas, just like a squirrel. If I'm stuck in traffic, I whip out some fanfic. If I'm at Andy's, more than likely I'm reading something about Joseph Campbell.2. Do you do your browsing at the library, or do you

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1114091937862135542005-04-21T06:58:00.000-07:002005-04-21T06:59:18.320-07:00

This is Part II.Gotten married: Not going there.Been in a movie: Pleading the fifth on that one.Crashed a party: YesLoved someone you shouldn't have: YesHated someone you should have loved: No such thing as should, love. It's earned, not demanded.Gotten divorced: NoHad sex at the office: Surprisingly, no.Gone without food for 5 days: Yes. I was very very sick once.Made cookies from scratch:

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1114091856400374602005-04-21T05:57:00.000-07:002005-04-21T06:58:02.663-07:00

Monkey see, monkey do. Thanks Nicole. By the way, I'm breaking this up into two posts, because this is way long.Bought everyone in the pub a drink: No. Poorness makes it kinda hard.Swam with wild dolphins: No, but I had an up-close and personal experience with a stingray.Climbed a mountain: Yes. Depends. The kind that get you endorsements from sprots drinks, or the local hills that the

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1114002559377713522005-04-20T06:00:00.000-07:002005-04-20T06:09:19.380-07:00

I don't know if I'm just looking for any excuse, but I doubt it. I saw this article this morning stating that people who are considered moderately overweight have a lower death risk than people of normal weight.The reason might be because:Biostatistician Mary Grace Kovar, a consultant for the University of Chicago's National Opinion Research Center in Washington, said "normal" may be set too

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1113854510789297652005-04-18T12:55:00.000-07:002005-04-18T13:01:50.790-07:00

I am trying to lose a teensy-weensy little bit (OK, about 25 lbs.) of weight. I am doing this because it is all centered in my hips and ass, and this makes my pants and skirts very uncomfortable to wear.If I find something that doesn't make my ass look like a billboard, it usually involves having so much material at my waist (because my stomach and waist have retained their original shape - grrr

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1113587172238628632005-04-15T10:13:00.000-07:002005-04-15T10:46:12.240-07:00

One of the reasons why I'm still involved with Andy is because we're working on a book together. It was originally his, but he's not very good with the details, and he needs someone to bounce things off of. His obsession has become my obsession, and I must say, it's quite fun.I doubt anything will come of it, because he's like a kid in a candy store with his thoughts. He gets all these good

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First of all, I KNOW I'M ON A WORK COMPUTER.Now that I've gotten that out of the way. Apparantly Sarah & Co. has gone Top Secret. I tried logging in for my daily dose of MoralCalculus and got this:You are not authorized to view this page You might not have permission to view this directory or page using the credentials you supplied. --------------------------------------------------------------

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1113224910850725832005-04-11T06:04:00.000-07:002005-04-11T06:08:30.850-07:00

OK, so it's Monday, but Sarah has been indisposed, so, here's the long and short of the Thursday Three:1. If there was one thing about your appearance you could change, what would it be.2. What is your favorite piece of artwork currently hanging in your home3. If there was one person that you could meet, who would it be?MINE:1. I'm going with things that can't be changed with diet and exercise,

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1112991529129818462005-04-08T12:53:00.000-07:002005-04-08T13:30:05.216-07:00

OK, I'm ranting now and this is, unfortunately, a rant angainst size-bias.I just got back from Poundy-ville and I read the author's reaction to an article about Torrid. For those of you not familiar with either Torrid, or Sarahetc.'s obsession with said store, Torrid is described as a Teen Mall Store for plus sized teenagers.GASP!The Horror! Plus sized teenagers wanting fashionable, no SEXY

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A/N: This may post twice, cause Blogger is really a gem of a site.Reading all this Snape Stuff (as Andy calls it) has gotten me thinking: Why am I all up into this? (ah, my getto slang is coming out!) Then it occurred to me, I'm attracted to Snape.I find that funny, as I'm rather attracted to the light, fair-haired bunch, and greasy hair was never a turn-on. But I have fallen victim of that

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Reading all this Snape Stuff (as Andy calls it) has gotten me thinking: Why am I all up into this? (ah, my getto slang is coming out!) Then it occurred to me, I'm attracted to Snape.I find that funny, as I'm rather attracted to the light, fair-haired bunch, and greasy hair was never a turn-on. But I have fallen victim of that unapproachable, cold, LONELY personality of his. I realize this now,

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I really don't have anything that can excuse his behavior, or how he made me cry 30 seconds before presenting a report to my boss, or making me feel that I had to watch every single thing that entered my mouth yesterday. (boring meals are hell for me.)But I do have to thank him for a couple of things.I have to thank him for making me realize that he isn't the most perfect, wonderful, beautiful,

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1112821541481891692005-04-06T13:13:00.000-07:002005-04-06T14:05:41.483-07:00

I'm a horrible person and a liar. Really, I am. This isn't something cute or flippant. Last night I realized that I really am a bad person.Once I asked Andy if I was a good person, and he said that if I had to ask, then yeah, I probably am. If I were a good person, I wouldn't worry about my image, I wouldn't worry about my "goodness", I'd just be, and do good.*shrug* ok. It was also his way

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1112734818806341492005-04-05T13:43:00.000-07:002005-04-05T14:00:18.806-07:00

As you may or may not know/care, I have moved into my new shoebox, er apartment roughly a month ago. This involves all that goes into normal apartment moving, scrubbing, cleaning, dusting, mopping, scrubbing, ventilating, scrubbing.Now if only I can find out what is causing that smell.It's not a smell of something rotting, so there's no critter caught in my walls. My refrigerator isn't working

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1112638131429390472005-04-04T11:05:00.000-07:002005-04-04T14:46:59.550-07:00

I am in the middle of all this Snape/Hermoine goodness, and I'm SWOONING!!!!!!OMGOMGOMG!!!!Why aren't Sarah and Nicole (if she isn't into the smut, she will be) close enough for me to drag them into my living room to squee over martinis and chocolate over this story? It is such a beautifully written story, and talk about PLOT TWISTS!!!If I weren't at work, I'd be swooning, and squealing, and

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1112298416028907022005-03-31T11:34:00.000-08:002005-03-31T11:46:56.030-08:00

I started out commenting to Sarah's reply, but then it turned into a total gushfest, and, well, now it's its own blog:I'm in the middle of it (The fire and the Rose). I printed it out, put it in an official looking file folder and sneak peeks every time I get a spare moment (staff meetings are finally good for something.)I just got to the part where they're exploring their new found equipment,

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1112209349340372912005-03-30T11:01:00.000-08:002005-03-30T11:02:29.340-08:00

BECAUSE SHE TURNED ME ON TO SNAPE SMUT!How am I supposed to work, just knowing that all sorts of delicious PWP is a mouse click away?It's cruel and inhuman I tell you.In an unrelated note, I'm going to take Sarah's dream and see if maybe I can work some smut of my own into it.

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1112017895279712632005-03-28T05:27:00.000-08:002005-03-28T05:51:35.280-08:00

Disclaimer: No links here. Sorry.I have been pondering Sarah's fascination with Snape, and as with all things that I initially come upon, I tried to understand it, know all about it. Now I can't know all about it, as I haven't spoken to Sarah about it, but I think I can see the appeal, especially when the Snape fascination has a little Hermoine Granger mixed in.Speaking for myself only, I know

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1111788059790631932005-03-25T13:41:00.000-08:002005-03-25T14:00:59.796-08:00

Disclaimer: While I know that this is a public blog, I receive so few comments that I'm sure that not many people read this. So, if this is something you don't understand, that's ok. It's just my thoughts and feelings, and I need somewhere to keep them.It hurts. I don't know why I stay, maybe there's the hope that it will turn back to what it used to be, maybe there's the hope that it'll turn

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1111499164550175612005-03-22T05:45:00.000-08:002005-03-22T05:46:04.553-08:00

Thanks Pop!Which Pagan Goddess Are You? by kira_mayName?Age?You are:You favourite trick:Manipulating the minds of mortalsYour feeling towards mortals:They are always good for a shagWhen you sleep with mortals, your lover is:Mortal you'd most like to smite:Ahsley JuddQuiz created with MemeGen!I AM writing a blog worthy of reading. Honest.

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1110980803976443862005-03-16T05:30:00.000-08:002005-03-16T05:57:31.036-08:00

Yay! Another Meme from Sarah! (I really have to start linking, it's only polite.) And to be fair, because I don't know meme etiquitte, she got this from Every Tomorrow How many books a year do you read?Between 48-60. That averages between 4-5 books a month, which isn't as bad as it sounds since I'm normally reading several at once.What's the last book you bought?I bought three, but one of them

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1110924680137514242005-03-15T13:23:00.000-08:002005-03-15T14:13:30.190-08:00

I got this from Gwen's Petty Judgemental Blog:1. What time did you get up this morning? 7:30 am. Bad Leigh, to get up so late in the morning! (don't worry, I was punished by hitting all the morning traffic that I usually miss by leaving at 7:00 am.2. Diamonds or pearls? Pearls. But only the lumpy ones.3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema? Hide and Seek. Robert DeNiro, what happened?4.

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1109872198080900572005-03-03T09:47:00.000-08:002005-03-04T11:41:44.143-08:00

Your Life as a Celebrity by Karen_Walkerusernamereason for being famousstar of a reality showtalk show hostgame show hostactoractresspop starrock starrappermodelscreen writerdirectorproducercelebutanteheiressfashion designerplastic surgery you've had donenose jobbotoxchin implantboob jobliposuctioneye liftnew buttyour tabloid scandalshopliftingyour stalkerimagechildyour best friendyour nemesisthe

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1109528853382637042005-02-27T09:11:00.000-08:002005-02-27T10:27:33.386-08:00

I have just moved into my studio apartment, and I think I'm going to like it here. Then again, I've said that before, so I'm reserving judgement before I get too giddy with excitement.I found a place, very small, but it's on one of the biggest lakes in New Jersey. It's so cute and quaint, that I'm about to squee with the adorableness of it all. That's saying a lot folks, cause I don't

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1108996290104662022005-02-21T06:24:00.000-08:002005-02-21T12:18:38.590-08:00

I hate this whole creativity coming whenever it wants thing. I have a busy schedule, and I'm not attached to a keyboard or recorder device, so when I get creative, I always do one of two things: Tell myself that I'll remember it later, or write it down on any scrap piece of paper that's handy.Neither have ever helped me remember what gems of pure genius I had when standing in line at Wendy's or

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1108823789638113032005-02-19T06:06:00.000-08:002005-02-19T06:40:37.403-08:00

I have decided that being all hermit-y and such is not a good thing to do. Whenever I do that, I get all depressed and lose my social skills. That's just not a good thing, because North Jersey is too crowded for me to not have social skills and not offend anyone. I'm very big on not offending anyone.So, I've decided to look for a studio apartment, because even though I'm making more money than

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1108747935358795752005-02-18T09:29:00.000-08:002005-02-18T09:32:15.360-08:00

Turns out I'm not happy after all. Sorry 'bout that.Things aren't working out with my roommate, and now I am apartment hunting. 3 weeks after I just moved in, no less.I think I'm done with people. I'm gonna be a hermit for a bit.I'll still blog, since that won't involve direct contact, but if you see anyone shaking her fist at the sky and raining curses and such on inanimate objects, that'll

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1108404976139076112005-02-14T10:13:00.000-08:002005-02-14T10:16:16.140-08:00

I am happy.That's it, just wanted everyone to know that my normally painful, dreary, stress-filled existance has been temporarily suspended.I don't know how it happened or why (actually I think I do, but am not telling in case people think I'm weirder than they suspect.) and I definitely know that it won't last, but I'm enjoying it while I can.Happy Valentine's Day for those who celebrate it, and

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1108157013205913772005-02-11T12:55:00.000-08:002005-02-11T13:26:17.386-08:00

My part of the country seems to be shrugging out of the bitter cold that we get every year. It's semi-warm, and most of the snow has melted. The only stuff left is the dirty, crusty, ice type stuff. I am finally getting some hope of spring seeping into my bones, and I'm shaking out of my winter induced stupor. The only thing making me unhappy? Those dirty, crusty, icy globs on the sidewalks

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1107956631242779342005-02-09T05:34:00.000-08:002005-02-09T05:43:51.243-08:00

Last night I had my latest of nightmares. I seem to be having bad dreams on an almost nightly basis lately, and it's wearing me down. Last night's show included my roommate telling me that it's just not working out, and I have to be out of the house by the end of the day, and my mother dying, leaving me to take care of all of the arrangements, including what to do with my sister, who needs

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1107899695348724112005-02-08T13:27:00.000-08:002005-02-08T13:57:24.463-08:00

I started listening to the news so that I could be more knowledgeable with current events. Now I really know what they mean by ignorance is bliss: CNN has informed me that there is yet another teacher that has been arrested for sleeping with a 14 year old student. (That makes 4 months, right?) A Democratic Rep. in Virginia wants to push through a bill enabling the police to fine $50 anyone

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1107550834351277612005-02-04T13:44:00.000-08:002005-02-07T11:07:09.586-08:00

I've been toodling around my little blog-world for the past couple of days, because it's something I do to calm myself down. I read what's going on in other people's lives to let myself know that I really don't have it that bad, and honestly, other people have gone through it before, and why not see what it's like to not be me for a while? So imagine my surprise when I see "Mommy blogs" have

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1107360427146048292005-02-02T07:57:00.000-08:002005-02-02T08:07:07.146-08:00

Just so you know, even though some people might take this as an homage to the irrepressible Sarahetc., the one with the absolutely nibble-able lips, (see what I mean?)* I have been using y'all for quite some time. I also use all caps TO EMPHASIZE MY POINT, or show the intensity of my emotion. * scroll down to Introducing Sarah J.. Not that anyone has pointed an accusing internet-type finger at

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1107281805140078772005-02-01T09:38:00.000-08:002005-02-01T10:16:45.140-08:00

There's no place like MY home. I have moved, yet again, and now I feel like the old LA, the one who smiles, and actually likes being around people. My new place is bigger, closer to work, AND HAS DIGITAL CABLE Y'ALL! There's also wireless access, but c'mon man, a channel dedicated to 80's metal bands? I may never leave the house again! I now feel comfortable enough to cook in the place that

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1106502198052092712005-01-23T08:33:00.000-08:002005-01-23T09:51:36.080-08:00

Last night was the "Blizzard of 2005!" (note exclamation point.) as proclaimed in all the news shows in my area. I did what any sensible person in my situation would do - run over to Andy's house to wait out the storm. (Frankly, there's no food at my house, and I'm finding that my soon-to-be-ex-roommate is getting increasingly petty, but more on that later.) During such time I watched all sorts

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1106143194789906142005-01-19T05:57:00.000-08:002005-01-19T05:59:54.790-08:00

I would like to let everyone know that today is Sarah's birthday. In case it slipped anyone's mind, she is the possessor of level 30 face kicking skills, and is pretty handy with a keyboard, and is lethal with her wit and intelligence. Also, watch out if there happens to be any lip gloss in her vicinity. Many many many happy returns jie jie!

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1104945060778572522005-01-05T08:53:00.000-08:002005-01-05T09:11:00.776-08:00

Some poor guy (kid really, he was only 21 years old) got so wrapped up in the Online game Everquest that he killed himself. He killed himself because he got so wrapped up in the online game that he let everything go - he got fired from his job, got evicted from his house, and finally couldn't take it anymore so he committed suicide. This is not a rant about the evils of online gaming. I've

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1104782346503095142005-01-03T11:11:00.000-08:002005-01-03T11:59:06.503-08:00

I'm a Chubby Girl! I joined the Chubby Girl Brigade, and even though people might object to this, I'm doing this for my own reasons. The main reason is that I like the attitude and image that the Chubby Girl Brigade has. If you want to check me out, Go Here It's in the December archives, so you'll have to scroll down past some very amusing anecdotes about wedgies, the woes of finding bras, a

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1103234487431495252004-12-16T06:45:00.000-08:002004-12-21T13:18:01.533-08:00

sit back kiddies, this is gonna be a long'un Side note first: I LOVE MY NEW GREEN SWEATER!!!!! Normally I don't get all excited about turtlenecks, but I had a fashion emergency, and I'm glad I did. I was so tired last night that while at Andy's house I fell asleep so dang hard that I didn't wake up until about 7am this morning. Because of the traffic situations in my area, it was easier to

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1101323442234457092004-11-24T06:27:00.000-08:002004-11-30T06:19:19.343-08:00

I have a new role model. Anyone watch the TV show Dog? I think it's on A&E, it's about this bounty hunter with a larger-than-life personality who is based in Hawaii. I sat and watched an episode last night, and I just have to say, "HOW CUUUUUTE!" First of all, it's a family business. His wife, brother, son, and nephew work with/for (?) him, and he's not only a family man, he's a God-Fearin'

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1101157720703681412004-11-22T10:33:00.000-08:002004-11-24T06:24:20.670-08:00

Quote of the Day: And I have to say, it really takes a certain something to declaim against homosexuality while wearing sliver lamé pants. This was taken from Mimi smarty pants . Do I care if these pants make me look fat? I am having issues with my body image, as almost everyone is at one point or another in their life. The thing is, my issues are a bit different, as I can't seem to get a

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1100700618415394062004-11-17T05:34:00.000-08:002004-11-17T06:10:18.416-08:00

The worst feeling in the world comes 3 minutes before your alarm clock goes off. It's that feeling you get when you are all snuggled up nice and warm in your bed, and you know, just know that the air in the room is gonna slap you like a linebacker once you throw back the covers.

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I've been broken up with Rob for over a year. Thinking about Rob always gets me depressed, and what would happen on the one day that I have to run out of the house without makeup? I run into Rob with this gorgeous blonde. So, I talk to him, manage to be civil, as does he. That got me so depressed, that I couldn't enjoy the rest of the day. Yes, yes, I know that I broke up with him, but it

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I apologize for my previous post. The ranting is something that I try to keep to a minimum, but the spelling errors are really unforgiveable. Anyway, I was visiting Sparkx' site while having my morning Special K when I saw this previous post Titled "God is Good". I had one of those er? moments. If I were a dog, my head would be off to the side with one ear cocked up in puzzlement. Since I'm

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I have totally failed to be fascinated by the Peterson murder case. I am not riveted to the TV so that I can find out the results. I must be a bad person. I have Fox news on my computer so that I can have some company while filing and writing up contracts and such, but you know I'm a bit miffed at the 15 minute updates about the case. What? No news? Thanks for telling me. Again. They had

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1099936753311997572004-11-08T09:30:00.000-08:002004-11-08T09:59:13.310-08:00

Apparantly I like reusing titles, because I've used this one before. Friday night I was on the phone with Andy, crying my eyes out, and generally having another fit. This is something of a habit with us - me crying, Andy handling it badly. Well, Friday night something changed....Andy handled it well. Very well. So well, in fact, that it made me think and consider how to change my life so

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I am listening to John Kerry's speech, actually, listening to a Fox News announcer describe in excrutiating detail about John Kerry getting into his limo after the speech. I can only say that it's finally over. Really, really over. Florida doesn't have anything to say about it, the people have spoken, the electoral college has spoken, everyone has had their say. Now if only I can figure out

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I'm taking the stuff that Sarah said in her comment to my last post to heart. Because of this, a conversation that I overheard, and got sucked into, is getting me pissed. It went along the lines of: Her 1: I'm going on a diet. I need to lose 10 pounds. insert eye rolling here. Her 2: But you're a size 4. I need to go on a diet. I'm a size 6. Here's where I swoop in. "Her 2, she's a size

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Yes, I got this title from the required reading list off of Moral Calculus, but this ties into something that I wanted to talk about for a while anyway. Yep, that's weight. Last night I saw another game show called "The Biggest Loser", I think it was on USA, it's too early in the morning for me to do reasearch. 12 people are in a Survivor type competition to see who can lose the most weight.

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1098450155413019682004-10-22T05:38:00.000-07:002004-10-22T06:02:35.413-07:00

I gotta give props to Josh at Moral Calculus for finding an equation to help determine happiness. I don't understand it, but then again, I can barely balance my checkbook. Anyway, he asked what made one happy, and what is needed to sustain it? For me, it's the little things, like a grilled cheese sandwich. Of course I'm not saying that it's guaranteed nirvana, but you know those really cold

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Note to self: Get myself to be able to say the following quote taken from WWdN - "You know what's cool? I feel like I'm exactly where I am supposed to be in my life. I feel content, but not complacent. That's awesome." Dude looks NOTHING like a Lady I saw the show He's a Lady on TBS last night, and I'm mixed about it. While I did appreciate 11 men getting all body hair below their eyebrows

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1098122552402284052004-10-18T11:02:00.000-07:002004-10-18T11:02:32.403-07:00

You are Woodstock! Which Peanuts Character are You? brought to you by Quizilla

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I've been away from my blog for so long that I started to miss it. The fact is, I've been busy, handling various crises, some of them even mine. I've been so busy reacting to things going on in my life that I have decided to take a step back and rearrange things so that I can be proactive instead. I'm sure I said that somewhere before, but I guess I really mean it this time. How my life is

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I have been trying for some time now to come to terms with the fact that I am, in fact, a grown up. I don't know how this happened, and I certainly didn't mean to do it, but when I wasn't looking, I became a productive member of society. I'm sorry. I'll try not to let it happen again. Take into consideration that I am dating the founding member of the North Jersey Peter Pan society, this is

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I'm back! I was on vaca for most of last week, and apparantly I really needed it. I could tell that I needed it, because when I came back, everyone was telling me how good I looked, and how calm I was acting. Well, calm is a relative term. I'm still a tyrant to my new admin (imagine an admin having an admin), but after being around Elaine (Be Fri) for 5 years, I don't suffer fools at all, and

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1096033055884300962004-09-24T06:22:00.000-07:002004-09-24T06:37:35.886-07:00

I wonder how we even manage to procreate at all considering how very differently we speak to each other. I mean the Royal We: Men and Women. Yes, we all hear the experts saying that Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus, we're on two different wavelengths, etc. etc. blah blah. I just didn't realize that this is more than a marketing gimmick, this is fact. Women and men say things so

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yup, more introspection for public display from Poptart: firsts first best friend/s = Tiffany something or other in Kindergarten first job = Telemarketer - I was a pain in the ass even in high school first screen name = LostAngel first self purchased cd = Madonna, True Blue - But I'm old enough to say that it was a cassette first funeral: great step grandmother first piercing/tattoo = ears first

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OK, so I am rummaging around in Nicole's new digs Notes from the Cave and I noticed that the title came from that metaphorical happy place that we all go to. So that got me to wondering what my happy place was, and I guess that really depends on what I'm running from. If I need to physically go somewhere, I usually head on over to Andy's house and hide in his basement. He doesn't even have to

lost angelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17746739426853443380noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350526.post-1095195631173280232004-09-14T14:00:00.000-07:002004-09-15T07:22:46.363-07:00

I got this from Gwen's Petty Judgemental Blog, who got this from Grace. Pass it on: Ten bands/artists you couldn't live without: [No really. I'd slit my wrists if these guys weren't around. Riiiiight.] [1] Aerosmith [2] Meatloaf [3] Linkin Park [4] Queensryche [5] Tesla [6] Billy Joel [7] Elton John [8] Melissa Etheridge [9] Maroon 5 [10] Evanescence Nine albums that are important to you: [

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