babbling, because I can.

[kellinator]

Don't you guys miss when I used to post like fifteen times a day?

Didn't think so!!

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Isn't it weird how we crave what we don't have? Like, I finally got one area of my life fixed, and I totally enjoyed it for a little while, but now I'm fixating on a part of my life that I don't know how to fix.

I really want to shut up and enjoy the things that are right instead of fixating on the thing that's wrong.

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Why is it that when I mention how swell my new boss is, everyone assumes I want to sleep with him? Because I so don't.

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This is way too sick and funny:

http://www.nerve.com/personalessays/keck/taleofthetape/

Thanks, "Bob"!

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There's something really mean and vicious and funny as hell that I want to do. I'm going to manage not to do it though. I'm cool like that.

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Something really, truly wonderful happened today. Thank you to the person who did it (and I hope you know who you are).

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I am sure I would have handled it with some sense of humor

[satia.livejournal.com]

Had this been me and one of my boys did this, I am sure I would have commented in some flippant and amusing way before asking them if they wanted me to send them the tape or if I could go ahead and make copies for selling . . .

But I am twisted like that and desperately need money. Too bad the boys are still minors because I really do need money and I am sure that behind closed doors . . .

Never mind. I don't even want to think about what the two of them are doing when I am not around. *shudder*