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Ryan Ross writes some amazingly kick-ass lyrics... just saying. Besides, Steve thinks he's cuter So, anthology's up! YAY! I do hope you all enjoy all the reading there is to do this weekend. So far, I've read Faust, Lesfeuxdemoncoeur, DWrites, Libby Drew, Wrath of Magneto, and mine (repeatedly... have I mentioned what it takes to self edit??) All of you have done amazingly! I'll try to go and leave individual comments in your forums tomorrow, but I just wanted to say so. Take a chance, take your shoes off, dance in the rain. And I was flashing around, and the news spread all over town. I

"They spill unfound from a pretty mouth" **swoon** I'm glad he, his amazing voice, and his perfect, pretty mouth are getting the attention they deserve AND!!! You said you'd share yesterday! You promised! *whines* As for the answer to the question you asked... I think that I Write Sins Not Tragedies means that everybody has done some things that they aren't proud of, but that it's not the end of the world or existance as they know it, much like a tragedy would be. Also if you know the song or the lyrics, you'll know that the other person in the song is finding some comfort in the fact that there are imperfections in other people so that he's not the only one who had skeletons to deal with. That Green Gentleman is a fantastic song! Very good taste, Mike!! Hugs, The Goddess PS. I wouldn't drool, especially when I can think of SO many much funner things to do with him...

I guess that means that I have SO MUCH going on in my head right now that I can't even begin to try and figure out how to get it out, and into here, so all that's coming out is blalalallalalah. Fair warning i guess... So lemme see... Anthology submission finished, and on time! GASP I'm afraid I have good news and bad news about that... which do you want first? (I always say bad, if it matters, so I guess we'll go that route.) Bad news: This STILL isn't the end... there will be one more part. Good news: It absolutley does NOT fit the next anthology theme, so it looks like you guys won't have to wait three more months to read it. Steve's been working like a mad man trying to revamp my site and get it up to date and it's looking fantastic so far! Maybe we'll unveil it along with the final part of Underneath This Big Ol' Sky. The new Panic at the Disco album is coming out tomorrow! I'm officially in love with most of it. There is this one song... When the Day Met the Night... When the Moon fell in love with the Sun All was golden in the sky All was golden when the day met the night When the Sun found the Moon She was drinking tea in a garden Under the green umbrella trees In the middle of summer When the Moon found the Sun He looked like he was barely hanging on While her eyes saved his life In the middle of summer In the middle of summer All was golden in the sky All was golden when the day met the night Summer All was golden in the sky All was golden when the day met the night So he said, "Would it be alright, If we just sat and talked for a little while? If in exchange for your time I give you this smile" So she said, "Hey that's okay, As long as you can make a promise not to break My little heart and Leave me all alone In the summer" Well, he was just hanging around Then he fell in love And he didn't know how But he couldn't get out Just hanging around and he fell in love In the middle of summer All was golden in the sky All was golden when the day met the night Summer All was golden in the sky All was golden when the day met the night When the Moon fell in love with the Sun All was golden in the sky All was golden when the day met the night In the middle of summer All was golden in the sky All was golden when the day met the night Davey is STILL away but I keep calling and harassing this Laura woman who feeds him too much and then acts like she doesn't know he's not in his room when she's serving him dinner! ::raises eyebrow:: Anyway, I don't get put off easily, so I just called back and talked to some man who managed to get my Sweetie on the line for me! We like him MUCH better just saying... Kids are on spring break, so that means the house is a wreck and I'm going out of my mind. Tony is home for the week, my daughter has the week off also, and my son has a month off! Yikes. My other brother was just here visiting for a week with his wife. It went pretty well, we had some fun and laughed, and I'm the proud new owner of a Double 12 Domino set.. watch out folks! I'm trying not to be impatient when it comes to the matter of recovery, but it sometimes gets overridden by the intense need I have to know the people I love aren't hurting. More over, this is going to sound selfish... but, I really do have an affinity for understanding and I want to help, and it's frustrating being unable to just step in and take control and make things right/better/on the right track to getting to either of those. PATIENCE... she reminds herself. Things happen for a reason, as they should. Additionally, a few of the people I used to spend quite a lot of time talking to have disappeared and or gotten busy-ish, which I understand, but I miss them. And, someone I care a HUGE amount about is going through a hard, confusing time and probably feeling much like I just described in the paragraph above... anyway, hugs Love, I wish I could do more... Okay, so... at work tonight this mom came shopping with a little girl about my son's age and so I was talking to the kid, and after a few minutes of nice conversation, I asked her if she had a good Easter and she says, "Well, yeah, but I'm a Christian. I don't call it Easter." So I have to ask, "What do you call it then?" "Resurrection." Now I know that this is what the holiday represents to many people. But ugh... and also, this is not the first time... I still remember every year at Christmas time, that a few years back I asked a girl if she had seen Santa, and she went off on some tangent at like eight years old about how Santa was just some horrible made-up thing used to commercialize... blah blah whatthef**kblah!? Some parents need to shut the f**K up and let kids be kids and figure out the rest of that stuff when they have the capability to weigh facts and feelings and decide for themselves. Anyway, this is me... slipping back into the fun world of songs that use words like surreptitious, and me singing, "I'm a DIVAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Night all, Viv

Translation... I have a date with a horrible golfer to go to my favorite restaurant and have amazing tortillas, hopefully hand fed to us by said hot waiter, who, i'd like to point out, I pointed him out when we were being seated, and then going to see Step-Up 2... SO CAUGHT! ... but SO GREAT! Also, I'm sorry I tried to hit your balls with my ball... Love ya, Viv

Happy Birthday! Hope you found some time to celebrate J! Have a great birthday okay?! Hugs Vivian

Okay so... pig-latin. Let me see if I can explain this in a way so as not to complicate it for those of you who have no idea what it is. It's a made up, kid type language that we all learn as kids here, and basically the way it works is that you take the first letter or sound in a word and move it to the end of the word, and then add a long A sound to the end. So, for example, the word 'dog' would sound like 'og-day' or the the word 'cat' would sound like 'at-kay'. Get it? So anyway, my daughter and her friend have been doing this for years thinking they could speak secretly from parents, and then when they learned we understood because we had learned it as kids, then to keep secrets from annoying little brothers. Well, my son figured it out about a year ago, and now is totally fluent in this little language. Anyway, the other night I was chatting to my angel, Jeff, and my son wanted to type so I said it was fine, and this is what happened.... Viv: i hay it tay is ay atthew may (hi, it is matthew) Jeff: hey matty Viv: ow hay oo day ou yay oo day (how do you do) Jeff: great, thanks... how do you do? Viv: Viv: ood gay (good) Jeff: HAHAHAHAHA Jeff: yeah, me too Viv: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA Mom is saying and so am i Viv: and also Richard Jeff: hehe Jeff: Hi Rich Viv: thats what rich sent Jeff: haha, cool Viv: i have to get some dessert Jeff: okie dokie Viv: bye bye Jeff: bye! Aside from that, not much is going on. I have all weekend off until Sunday night at 6 pm... so yay for writing. Gonna see Snowy again tomorrow night so that's cool. Steve, too. I found out randomly through myspace that Rich works with the boyfriend of the sister of a girl that I work with. Oh, so earlier I was eating this insane yummy coconut ice cream fruit bar popsicle thingy and it was SOOOOOO good. I told Jeff that it was doing amazing things to my mouth. He said, "Party in your mouth?" I replied, "Better! Imagine the best thing you'd ever want in your mouth.. but it's sweet like coconut milk." He said, "That's just wrong." So I said, "Nothing this good could ever be wrong." Davey is going away again this weekend I always miss him like craziness... Hopefully it won't be for three weeks again. Hugs, Viv

A few times actually... There was one time, our first time actually, and we were in someone else's house, in someone else's bed with her explicit instructions *not to have sex in her bed*... she forgave us Then there was one time when we were hanging out around where my mom worked and we were in the women's restroom... and someone else came in to use the other stall... and hopefully didn't notice two sets of feet on the floor next to them. The most... horrifying/comical was when my daughter was about six years old... and she walked in on us in the middle of the night half asleep... and said, "What's wrong, Mom?" and we both said... "Nothing! Go back to bed!" Hmm, I'm sure there's more... we've been together 15 years...

First of all... and most importantly... Davey is HOOOOOOOOOOOOME!!!!!!!!!!! ... for a week :wacko: dkstories... this one's for you (but only because now that you've been subjected to the amazing amount of nerdiness that Rich posesses, and I know you'll appreciate this. Robert, too!) My objections to this video are rather limited actually... but it managed to create a rather LARGE and RIDICULOUS debate between Rich and I. So let me pose the question to all of you rather literary minded people. Do the words 'lair' and 'layer' sound the same when spoken? Rich insists that they do and what do I know about words anyway? While I went the hair, stair, lair vs. bayer, mayer, layer route. Steve says that Rich's insistance at maintaining his position, even when I've sufficiently proven him wrong, has to do with the leg that broke off the X-chromosome to make a Y-chromosome instead. Apparently it holds all the genes for knowing when to stop, when to shut up, when to know you've lost and bow out gracefully along with all the ones for common sense and knowing that pissing your wife off should not be entertaining and could likely be disasterous to your happiness. Horrifying stories from you friendly, neighborhood Junior High School. My daughter, who is 12, and has been told clearly that there will be no dating of boys, or boyfriends, until some unspecified time when we've decided she's ready, came home the other day and said that a boy asked her out at school. So, of course that gets my attention, and I'm like... back up, what does that mean exactly when you're 12? So she says that she and her friend were standing there at lunch when some boy walks up to them and says, "He (points to his friend across the way) is asking you two out, (both of them?!) but only if you're virgins. He wants a virgin." Pardon my interruption when I take this time to point out, once again, 12 YEARS OLD!!!!! Anyway, so my daughter gets all "Oh no he didn't!" and she and her friend walk over to this... boy and she says, "First of all, that's not how you approach a girl, and second of all, we're not virgins, and I'm pregnant," and stalked off. And while I'm all for standing up for yourself and putting some poor excuse of a boy in his place... have you met 12 year old girls? By tomorrow, this will be her fourth kid! :wacko: Rich came home, and I made her tell him the story, which came out as some half-assed version, so by the time I was done filling him in completely he was saying, "WHAT'S THIS BOY'S NAME?! I'm SO kicking his ass! And then I'm calling the principal, and he can kick his ass again! My daughter shouldn't have to be asked about her virginity at school! She's 12!" ***OMG I just totally erased ALL of this and then freaked out while Rich was saying, "Ctrl Z. Ctrl Z." Sometimes I love the nerdiness... as long as he's saying lair correctly *** On to the Banana Man. UGH! So, as we are all aware, I work in a grocery store, and when a customer is ready to pay for their items, we have a protocol to follow. We're supposed to say hi, ask how they are, did they find everything okay, do they have their preferred customer card, and so on. Not that we have to recite a script or anything, but that's the deal. Anyway, there is this man, and he always comes in late when I'm working, and always manages to come through my line, and he's like... 40's, skinny, blond, glasses. He's a doctor, and carries his fanny pack over his shoulder like a purse. He always buys bananas... and on occasion supplements them with a box of chocolate donuts, hence the name. Now normally, this is how it would go down... Me: Hi! Him: *grumble* Me: How are you? Him: *scowl* Me: Did you find everything okay today? Him: NO! Me: Oh no! I'm sorry. What didn't you find so I can get it for you? Him: NOTHING! I just HATE that you ask me all these questions! Me: ... So, then I decided, fine. If that's what he wants, I'll give it to him. I started not saying anything to him at all, except at the end when i'd say, "Thank you, have a good night." Apparently that wasn't satisfactory either cause then he got ruder... if that's possible. Anyway, the other night I'm working and he comes in and I see him at the end of my line and I'm like... UGH! :wacko: This time it went like this... Me: Hi! Him: NO QUESTIONS! (not hi, not hello, not go f**K yourself... NO QUESTIONS!) Me: 'Don't tell him to go f**K himself. Don't tell him to go f**K himself' Then when he left, and I was having my little meltdown about what a total f**ker he is, my pal Trevor comes over and sees me all out of sorts and is like "What happened?!" So I tell him, and he makes me swear that next time Banana Man comes in, to call him over so he can punch him in the face! We love Trevor... just saying. I was telling my pal Steve from work about him, and he totally knows the guy I'm talking about and has had to wait on him too, and said he didn't get the 'no questions' thing, but he did get told that people should go back to the countries they came from, and since Steve is hispanic, and I am not, that apparently won't work on me and he had invent some other way to be a jerk. So the more I thought about it, the more pissed I got, so I think I've come up with a solution. He wants no questions... and I have to ask him some, so I'll just ask him every question I can think of so that the next time when I just ask the few I have to ask him, he'll be appreciative! Hi! How are you? Did you find everything okay? Do you have your customer card? How was work? What did you have for dinner? Warm enough for you? What color socks do you have on today? Working tomorrow? Almost time for your next oil change? You voted for Bush, didn't you? WHY ARE YOU SUCH A TOTAL PRICK!? You get the idea... I mean really. He's only buying bananas. How long is he actually in this transaction with me? A minute? MAX? f**king be nice! That is all... Hugs, Viv PS. We have hay bales!!!!!

Hey you... I feel weird saying that cause I feel like I should know your name, and I don't... but anyway... I can see feeling like you crave genuine affection when you feel like the people around you aren't being genuine to you. REAL accceptance and affection would be like... refreshing, and nurturing. I was just having this conversation with someone the other day... the difference between tolerance and acceptance, and how i think that, while tolerance is nice... it's not enough. I suppose it's the most you can ask for in certain places, like a work environment or something, but with the people you choose as your friends, or who choose you, or your family, or even yourself... it's not enough. As for those people that think they are 'supporting your phase of process of elimination' or whatthef**kever they have told themselves it is... I'd love to say it's their problem, not yours, but the truth is... everyone needs a support system and real friends they can count on and be themselves around and not have to put on some show to be 'accepted'. I'm glad to see that you know who you are and that they are the ones not holding up their end of the relationship... You know... being female, and married, and straight, I know it sounds weird saying I can sympathize with you about those people who feel like saying things that are judgemental and hurtful because they think it's 'safe' to do so. I do, though. I've made it a point to start saying things back. I know it's not the same for you maybe, and I certainly wouldn't expect you to do it... but I'm in a situation where I'm just enough older than most of the people that say it are willing to stop and listen when I talk. So everytime I hear someone say, "That's so gay." my response is... "Since when is 'gay' an adjective?" or if they says something like, "That dude is such a (word I refuse to say)" I'll say, "Excuse me?" **raises eyebrow** A lot of times I get a look like... oops or what? but I prefer the what? look cause that gives me the opportunity to say something else like... "For real? Did you just say that? I expected more from you." It's their bubble babe, so I'm not going to tell you to bust it, especially because you shouldn't have to throw yourself down to do it, but sometimes... a little bubble busting is good. Getting one person to realize they're acting like a total asshat is an accomplishment... one person, one day at a time... not that you're trying to save the world or anything. As for B, not my business, but if I'm right, almost 7 years younger than you puts him in illegal territory so, probably a smart choice. Sucks having to hurt people you care about though Anyway, I'm around a lot if you ever want to talk some... just send me a PM in all your spare time between work and school and other irritations! Hugs, Vivian PS. I like men, too!! Sometimes I wonder why everyone doesn't

LUC! I swear your ears must have been burning or something I just mentioned how I was really missing you on Saturday night when I was talking to someone... I'd love to chat sometime and there is a whoel Ventrilo chat thing someone set-up (topic in the lounge with directions and links) if you're interested, although I'm not sure how many people are using it. Glad you're... coming out I missed you! Hugs, and kisses, Viv

hehe! well, as we say, the scenery speaks for itself. also, if you finished the man's final in 15 minutes, and you're in his classes again next time around... seems he'll have more of a chance to be impressed by you and your ginormous brain! also, i believe it's written somewhere in the rule book, that you are only required to stay after work to help some poor sap when it's like... christmas or something, so don't feel bad... anyhoodle, congrats on surviving finals and managing to find a couple of excuses to see the hot professor again this time. hugs, viv

Your personality is fueled by the fascination you feel for life... Mmhmm... So I have a couple work stories... *Disclaimer* I don't normally call people names like I'm about to use, or descriptions, but as I have no other way to communicate the details to you, I'm going to make an exception this time. *On with the stories* Last night at work, this gross, fat, hairy, man with man boobs came through my line to buy a frozen pizza and ginger ale. He was wearing a button down shirt, but mostly unbuttoned, to the point that one of the man boobs and all kinds of hair was hanging out. I ask him for his customer card, and he hands it to me with orange fingers, like he had been eating chips or something. As I'm waiting for him to pay, I notice that he has potato chip crumbs nestled safely in the chest hair... Now, the guy I was working with, Jonathan, and I were trying not to look at him, each other, no eye contact, cause at any moment we may laugh out loud, or worse. So we finish helping him and when the man leaves, we look at each other and totally laugh out loud at the ridiculous amount of grossness. Now, I'm no hater of overweight people, and I'm certainly not exempt from that category myself, but dear lord man... the shirt has buttons... USE THEM! AND! Was the man really just sitting there munching away on potato chips, and decides... gee... I really need a frozen pizza and some ginger ale... NOW! NO TIME to wash up or button my shirt, must go NOW! Ugh :wacko: Second story: Jonathan, the guy I was working with... I guess I had my own 'coming out' to him last night. I don't exactly advertise that I write stories of any kind. A few family members and friends know, and a few co-workers that I really like and trust, but I'm hesitant typically to just tell everyone because then the questions come, and while I'm fully capable of discussing the subject with someone and knowing I don't have to defend myself... as you know, some people are just... stupid, judgemental... well, you get it. Anyway, so Jonathan and I were standing there at 10p.m. last night, and while there are lulls in the business, we talk and so at one point I was deciding if I wanted to tell him about going to Disneyland the previous weekend with Will, Rich, and Steve, and he says to me, "What are you thinking?" So I said, "I'm trying to decide if I want to tell you a story." So he says, "TELL ME!" So I do, and that led to how I met Steve and Will, and this site, and the stories I write. He was excited, thought it sounded cool, and has the site info. I told him about my blog and the stories and so on, so in case he's reading... Hi Jonathan! He asked me what kind of stories I write and I promptly cause we have a running joke between a bunch of us writers. Do we write porn? Nah... sure there is plenty of it out there... but when you have to put in ten chapters to get to it... it ain't porn... just saying. So I went with gay romance. And then added, "Besides... I like boys." He was amused... I'll give him that. Jonathan earned bonus points last night... which is cool since he was already a cool guy for a lot of reasons I wont go into here... that and he had the decency to laugh when the woman who is probably still paying for her fake boobs ran out of money and was looking for something to 'put back' she chose toilet paper... Alright that is all cause I'm rather frazzled right now... MUST WRITE TOMORROW!!! Hugs, Viv

~Happy Birthday, Billy~ Hope you have a great birthday and a great year... welcome to a new decade Hugs and kisses Vivian

Mike~ I know how hard that must have been for you to say outloud... I really commend you for being so brave and just speaking up about things honestly. I know it might seem rough right now... being able to afford staples and all... but hang in there. It tales a strong person to... actually purchase them! Hugs, Viv PS.

Sounds like some shopping I could actually get into, and I HATE shopping... mostly. I know :wacko: what kind of girl am I? Good luck in your final tomorrow! I wonder how close he's paying attention... maybe you can doodle his name on your paper or something Hugs, Viv

Well, the boy is out of town, but it warrants mentioning nevertheless. Besides, he'll be home again tomorrow, or tonight, I forget, and so... HAPPY BIRTHDAY, WILL! Hope you had a nice trip and that you recovered from spending the day with Steve, Rich, and I. I know I can be whiny (about my hair and wet underwear) and say not nice things (when I feel like I left my stomach back up on some rollercoaster) but I hope you had a nice time. (Rich said I DO say not nice things! He's reading over my shoulder it seems, so everyone say HI!) Anyway, hope you have a great year and that you had fun on your little mini-vacation/excursion. I have a headache for like a week now. It's no bueno guys. Stupid sinuses! So Davey is away, I believe I mentioned that last blog, and yes he's STILL away but he managed to get himself an invite for a beer, and then make use of their internet long enough to smuggle me the phone number to his hotel so I can call him! It's pretty entertaining though when I call, cause they answer the phone (Scottish accent and all) and then when I say, "Hello, can I have Room ## please?) it's like I can hear it in their pause (OMG there's an AMERICAN on the phone! ) and then they get it together and say, "Hold the line a moment," and by the time Dave is answering, I'm giggling! My son lost a tooth! He looks like a jack-o-lantern now, pretty cute! He's managed to get like three other wiggly ones at the same time so... looks like the tooth fairy is gonna be frequently flying here. Tonight at dinner he did this totally cute thing and made this totally cute face and all I was thinking was 'God, I wish Jeff was here to see this!' I'm having withdrawls... seriously. I know he can appreciate a cute kid my son's age since he's an uncle to one of the same age. Also, I'm frequently reminded with ginormous pangs of guilt and realism, that when Dave finally comes, that I'll probably be incoherent and a total mess until... he returns to pick me up again. The other night at work I was SO MAD! Let me just say that this lady was lucky there was a checkstand between the two of us! She came through the line with her son who was like 14 or 15 years old. He's carrying a box of staples he needs for some school thing, and she says, "I don't want to pay for a whole box of staples just because you have one thing to do." At this point I'm thinking, 'Why do you even have a kid if you don't want to take care of him?' So she looks at me and asks, "Can't you just give me a staple?" Like I'm actually going to open our store's stapler and give her staples out of it. So I look at her like 'did you really just ask me that?' and say, "No, I can't just give you a staple." So the kid says, "Mom, you can't buy just one staple," and she looks at him with this look... OMG... and she says, "I have a Masters Degree. I KNOW you can't buy just one staple!" So now I'm thinking... 'Look lady, if you have a Masters Degree, you can afford a god damn box of staples for your kid!' So she says to him, "Go over there and get in line (for a rain check) and get out of my face!" So by this time I'm like, 'Look bitch' but I don't say anything and finish her transaction and she walks away. I almost pulled out $5 from my pocket and handed it to the kid so he could buy his own freaking staples since apparently his PARENT won't do it. Anyway, this... woman... walks away to go meet him in the other line, and the people behind her in line had heard the whole thing and say, "I only have a Bachelors Degree, and I can afford a box of staples." To which I replied, "I don't even have that, and I can afford a box of staples for my kid." Whatthef**kEVER! Just saying... In other news, after we kidnapped Will on Saturday and took him to Disneyland for his birthday, we had Jamba Juice! and then we went to my FAVORITE restaurant and I got to have YUMMY SALSA and the BEST MARGARITAS EVER and the MOST AMAZING TORTILLAS! I think I may have to take Snowy there in a few weeks when I kidnap him Also, my newest German pal was whisked away for two weeks for a holiday with his parents, and I miss talking to him since he is without internet. What kind of world is this?! (Over reaction on my part clearly) But I was just reminded of the fact that I miss him since Rich is sitting next to me playing Lord of the Rings Online and was usiing some horrible version of a German accent while talking to himself. Hurry home Thorben! Weird night tonight. I picked Rich up from work, went to have Chinese food for dinner in this little place by my high school that is our favorite and has been since I was in high school, but it was recently sold to some new owners and it just isn't the same anymore! Anyway, while we're in there eating our 'just not the same' Orange Chicken and Broccoli Beef, they have country music playing and I heard this song that reminded me of me, and maybe Caty, and so I came home and researched it and downloaded it! Garth Brooks - She's Every Woman. I'm blaming Steve... He gave me the first Garth Brooks song so... it's his fault That is all... Hugs! Viv

Happy Birthday, Thorben! Wishing you a year of enlightenment and true happiness. I hope you find something to smile genuinely at every day and that you succeed in everything you aim for. What kind of cake do you like? I may have to make you one... Hugs and birthday snuggles! Yours, Vivian

Rich bought a book... all on his own. Davey is away for 2 weeks for work... no internet. My angel is letting me ride shotgun... and his wrist. Steve and I are going to Disneyland this weekend... to meet Will, finally. Kevin is... (not my news to announce). I bought a new book I've been waiting for, part 3 of a series... I didn't even know it was out, I'm almost finished. Taking Back Sunday is on repeat... a thousand clever lines unread on clever napkins. Cute Without the E. I've been mailing back and forth with an amazing boy... he makes me smile daily and I'm proud of him. You're So Last Summer is running a close second... the truth is you could slit my throat, and with my one last gasping breath I would apologize for bleeding on your shirt. I should write more... but I'm too busy reading. I will soon... I NEED to. I used to love those candy hearts as a kid... sad f**king day when the messages turned to 'email me' and 'fax me'. Fax this pal. But I love the way you roll excuses off the tip of your tongue as I slowly fall apart... Great Romances of the Twentieth Century. I got a great Valentine from Matty... Translation... You make me do my homework and sit with me to make sure I get it done, but I don't need any help cause I'm so smart it's ridiculous. I don't really understand how to play Clue yet, but my big sister does, and so you help me win sometimes. I beat you every video game we play, and even though I know I hate to lose, you never seem to mind. All the rest is probably accurate. His cuteness factor was ammended. I made salsa, and the girls at work sorta laughed when I said there was garlic in it. Apparently that's not 'ethnic'... till they tried it. Then they asked, "Are you sure you aren't Mexican?" to which I replied... "Yeah, but I'm Italian... I know how to use a tomato." That is all.... Viv

I LOVE THIS! It's my way as well.... Hugs, Viv

It's February now, officially, even if it is only 2:24 a.m. and I'm waiting for Rich to get home from work for the second time today. I keep smiling to myself, and not those small little smiles that you can sort of subdue if need be, but the uncontrollable, nothing-is-gonna-be-able-to-get-this-thing-off-my-face kind. I'm sure that has everything to do with the fact that Jeff is probably hugging the boy he loves for the first time right now and that I thought of something great to do when Steve and I take Will out for his birthday at the end of the month. Also, I started a new story that manifested itself in my brain a couple nights ago when tossing ideas around with Billy. This one is so challenging and complicated, that it actually excites me and I really hope I can pull it off well cause it's going to be real easy to screw it up if I'm not careful. Also, the main character has been renamed three times in the last 24 hours, whatever that means. So I've spent the last hour listening to Taking Back Sunday and grinning like an idiot. So work was interesting tonight in a totally lame but humorous way. There's this kid I work with, Justin. So sweet and cute, if not your typical bored-out-of-his-mind senior in high school. Here's what went down... He goes on his lunch break and his friends come by to hang out and they're in the parking lot massing around. Well, as I heard the story later, one of his friends had some steel pipe in his truck and for some ridiculous reason I'm not entirely clear on, Justin was hitting his own truck with the piece of pipe and some customer leaving the store saw this happening and called the police. My store is across the street from the police department so in like zero seconds flat, SEVEN police cars are in the parking lot with sirens and flashing lights going. When Justin finally came back inside and I said, "Justin! WTF?!" and he at least had the decency to blush cause I'm like a mom to a lot of those kids there that work at night with me. So he tells me that the police had him, and all of his friends in the backs of their cars, AFTER they violated him by touching him THERE, and when he tried to tell them it was his truck they were less than receptive to that idea. So a couple managers had to go out and claim him... "Yeah, that one's ours." Seriously?! Anyway... I just read Razor's latest update in his blog, and how freakin cute! Just saying... Congratulations. Also, congratulations to the boy we don't talk about and his new boyfriend SUPERBOWL weekend here. I'm working tomorrow night, and cute, shy hugh school quarteback kid is going to loan me a jersey to wear. (Thanks Brett ) So after I get up early, take Rich back to work, go get a new tire put on my car since on Tuesday one of my tires like... I have no idea what it did, but I know I've never seen a tire do this before :wacko: and then go take Rich to lunch, pick up the kiddo from school, then pick Rich up from work, and go to work myself... TAXI sign ON! Then Saturday we're having a birthday breakfast with my sister, getting our taxes done, and then a birthday dinner for Rich's dad where I have to remember to bring Steve some ice cream from the restaurant, and then I'm gonna go hang out with him and said ice cream for a few hours while Rich is a total nerd (Don't forget to give me the book this time!~) And then I have to work on SUPERBOWL Sunday from 2 to 11 pm... hmmm. Also, just to appease any people who still haven't figured out what it was I wanted and had been waiting weeks for (see previous blog entry) I'll go ahead and tell you. Sometimes, he does this thing where his hands are in my hair, and he's holding my head just where he wants it while he kisses me like he means it, and there's nowhere else he would rather be, or anything he'd rather be doing It makes me melty! And it makes me feel safe, and loved, and fantastic. Plus, the man has skills... just saying. Hugs, Viv PS. Angels really can fly it seems! Sweetie, *Snuggle*

HOLY CRAP! No need to retire once you win a medal at the olympics... and just wow! Viv (who obviously has a gymnastics affliction)

We say it all the time. Every phone call, every morning, every time one of us leaves, every night before bed... so that's not the thing I was waiting for... nice guess though. Maybe I needed to be more specific, or maybe not.

What

You're a part time lover and a full time friend The monkey on your back is the latest trend I don't see what anyone can see in anyone else...but you I'll kiss you on the brain in the shadow of the train I'll kiss you all starry eyed my body swingin' from side to side I don't see what anyone can see in anyone else...but you Here is the church and here is the steeple We sure are cute for two ugly people I don't see what anyone can see in anyone else...but you Pebbles forgive me, the trees forgive So why can't you forgive me I don't see what anyone can see in anyone else...but you I will find my niche in your car With my MP3, DVD, rumble pack guitar I don't see what anyone can see in anyone else...but you Up up down down left right left right B A start Just because we use cheats doesn't mean we're not smart I don't see what anyone can see in anyone else...but you You are always tryin' to keep it real I'm in love with how you feel I don't see what anyone can see in anyone else...but you We both have shiny happy fits of rage You want more fans, I want more stage I don't see what anyone can see in anyone else...but you Don Quixote was a steel driving man My name is Adam I'm your biggest fan I don't see what anyone can see in anyone else...but you Squinched up your face and did a dance Shook a little turd out of the bottom of your pants I don't see what anyone can see in anyone else...but you But you The Moldy Peaches Cried twice today... cause I watched the same movie twice...

I already told you what I think, but he should be worried... he f**king stole her phone number! What kind of freaky, insert-words-here, kind of guy does that? If she likes you, she'll give it to you, IF you ask and not act like someone who needs his butt kicked by her big brother! That is all... Viv