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** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Let me begin... I have a name that people have mispronounced all my life. In fact, to this day my own parents don't even say it correctly. Therefore I have adopted the nickname "Noe" (as in 'there is No "E" at the rave')  I am married to Mr Wednesday  and although I love my husband he drives me absolutely fucking batshit every single day of my life. I have a son who was born on 12/30/2006. His name is Malcolm, he is the light of my life and the tormentor of my soul. I love him more than anything. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** I have four cats, all boys, all neutered, all indoor-only. Spot the asshole, Samson the coolest cat ever, Mr. Biscuit the sexiest cat in the universe and Cpt. Jorge Barbosa who was such an ugly kitten nobody would adopt him-but I loved him.  I'm too smart for my own damn good. I refuse to tell you my IQ, it's like my credit card number. If you have it, you can hurt me. I am an alcoholic, but I don't drink all the time. In fact, I'll go through months without drinking. But when I'm in a drinking "phase" I start around noon and go until bedtime. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** I smoke pot for medicinal purposes, but due to financial reasons it is not always at my disposal. I roll my own cigarettes and think that regular cigarettes taste like shit. I'm a stay-at-home mom, most of the time. I do work 3 days a week as a veterinary technician (a nurse for critters). My husband works as a retail manager, he wants to be a tech writer but due to physical problems is unable to sit in front of a computer all day. I'm a bitch, yet surprisingly well-liked. You figure it out. I'm sarcastic. No, really. I live in California and have for most of my life. I am borderline homicidal but haven't actually hurt anyone since 1997. I suffer from chronic pain and have serious problems with my anger management skills. Hence, the pot smoking.I have decided to start this journal because... Well... I need a place to bitch, piss, whine and moan about the bullshit that I endure. Some who read this may scratch their heads and wonder why I'm complaining. Some may understand completely. Some may be appalled at how petty and childish I can be. I also write here for the sake of writing. I'm sorry if the mechanics of vacuum maintenance or how many times I sweep my kitchen floor doesn't appeal to you-but that's my life. I'm not here to entertain you, but if I do that's a bonus. I ramble a lot. I'm really good at it as a matter of fact. If you're going to chastise me and tell me that I'm a horrible wife/mother/person then be prepared for an equally angry and chastising response. We are all entitled to our own opinions, but just because you read my blog doesn't mean that you know me. It also doesn't mean that you are justified in judging me. I live my life the way that I choose to and if it doesn't work for you-then don't live your life the way I live mine. If the title of this blog rings a bell, and you were a member of this site back in 2001/02 then there's a very real possibility that you've read my life before. I was a member for about 18 months back when is place was still known as Stories.com and left shortly after becoming a moderator. If you don't like what you've read so far Then stop reading now. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** If I offend you. I offend you. People get offended every day. Deal with it. If you can't deal with it. I'm terribly sorry. Life must suck for you.
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No time out!! |
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Going, going... Yeah. |
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Under an old broken neon sign |
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June... Kinda... |
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talking about how hard life can be |
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Tragedy... again... I'm getting too used to this. |
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The dangers of love |
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You don't need my pictures on your wall |
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Father's Day and stuff |
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All I have to do is dream |
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Run away from the pain |
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Here's the story |
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And here's the kicker... |
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There is no place like home, when you got no place to go |
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This is anger... |
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Quickie |
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Total Drama Clinic |
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Lisa |
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A visit to the vomitorium |
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Babysitting, Day 2 - Over |
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How come? Why? How come? Why? How come? Why? |
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Friday, June 5, 2009 |
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Thursday, June 4, 2009 |
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MIL Rant for Weds. 6/3/09 |
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And Wednesday promises to be interesting... |
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