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About Me

Yes, I suppose my last thingy was a bit prosaic. Um, I have reluctantly moved to Japan. I have willingly submitted myself to marriage. I am madly in love with my husband. I refuse to get old, whether that means staying young at heart or offing myself before I'm too old to do so remains to be seen. My husband and I will always be disgustingly cute in public, so you can just stick it. I will remain slightly feminist, very outspoken (you think?), somewhat abbie-normal, a bit melodramatic, and tenaciously independent. I still ignore teachers simply because they are teachers. I love to dance (crave is probably more accurate), sing, eat, and do my make up. I have been known to flirt, and that fact is significantly more likely when I have had a couple of inebriating beverages. Toxic beverage of choice: Long Island Iced Tea. Runners up: Sangria, Mojitos, Car Bombs, Flaming Dr. Peppers, and straight up Guinness. I am a non-smoker when Jeremy is home, and a chimney when he's gone. I apologize when it's necessary, and will call you on your shit . . . Politely, of course. I hate all drama except my own, and last but not least, everyone is guilty until proven innocent in my world. You don't like it? You have the choice to be here or not, I won't hold you against your will. MyGen Profile Generator

My Interests

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Ok, unlike a lot of Myspace users, I actually have friends on Myspace. The exceptions are favorite bands of mine that I sought out and added. I find the arbitrary cover-your-eyes-and-point method of adding friends to your page to be extremely shallow. In short, if I don't know you, write first or sod off.

My Blog

Can It Be True?

At my wedding, I was over 200 pounds. 6 months ago, I was a size 20. After three grueling months of Bikram Yoga, (beginner-level yoga performed in a room heated to 102-105 degrees for an hour and a ha...
Posted by on Thu, 17 May 2007 05:00:00 GMT

Writing a Book?

Well, it's official. I have started writing a book. It is definitely fiction. Definitely NOT something I would want my parents to read, but if I get it published, (provided I actually finish it) I gue...
Posted by on Wed, 28 Mar 2007 01:11:00 GMT

My Peachy-Ass F#cking Day

Well, I was feeling a bit depressed. My friend Audrey told me to get out, do exactly what I didn't want to do. Hmmm. Ok. Well, I didn't want to get out of bed, put make-up on, or put real clothes on. ...
Posted by on Mon, 26 Mar 2007 23:32:00 GMT

New to the Navy Business

SO, LET ME START BY TELLING YOU THAT MY ADVANCED BLOGGY THING DOESN'T WORK, AND THAT IS WHY I AM WRITING THIS IN CAPS. SO YOU CAN SEE IT. THAT SAID, I JUST GOT MARRIED IN DECEMBER, THEN MOVED TO JAPAN...
Posted by on Fri, 16 Feb 2007 02:08:00 GMT

Shields of Nothing

You once told me that I didn't have a shield.What kind of people do, I ask you now? Do they have also a sword to wield?Do they walk through life with disdain on their brow? I laid down my battle gea...
Posted by on Sat, 03 Feb 2007 22:37:00 GMT

Tell Me

Tell me what you see.Do you see a man with a purse or a fag?Do you see a woman who loves chocolate or a cow?Do you see someone with funky shoes or a freak? Tell me what you feel.Do you feel disgust...
Posted by on Sat, 03 Feb 2007 22:26:00 GMT

Why? The Existential Fucking Question

It's funny the things you think about when you're alone. Do you ever wonder why things are the way they are? Do you look at the news and wonder WHY???? What happens to people to make them think that v...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Oct 2006 15:43:00 GMT