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I don't see that. Sure- I get the "rerate me" request, but I don't mind those. Wish I had the nerve to ask as I level up. lol I still have not rated all the Sires yet.
I don't feel anymore watched. I still have the rights anyone has on this site. Still act the same way. Still run my mouth off when someone, no matter what rank, piss me off.
Only thing that has changed for me? I could leave the Coven I was in.
That is it folks. Not that big of a deal. The only ones its a big deal for is those that want to start a coven, or get out of a Coven or House.
Other then that.... what is it about being a Sire?
But let's face it- the higher up you go, less you are picked on, if you are the kind to take that into account.
Yesterday, in my mind's eye, I saw four women standing on a veranda in white, gauzy dresses and straw-colored hats.
They were having a conversation. And it was hot. Their hankies tucked in cleavages where eternal trickles of perspiration run from the female breastbone to exotic vacation spots that southern men often dream about. They were sweet-smelling, coy, cunning, voluptuous, voracious, delicious, pernicious, vexing and sexing... these earth sister/rebel mothers... these arousers and carousers.
And I was filled with a longing to join them. But like a whim of Scarlett's, they turned suddenly and went inside, shutting me out with a bolt of a latch. And I was left only to pick up an abandoned handkerchief and savor the perfumed shadows of these women... these southern women.
This Suzanne. This Julia. This Mary Jo and Charlene.
You have got to be kidding me...right? Stabb is not a subject I talk about, nor any admin on this site. Unless I don't agree with them, and been a few times I don't. But this guy to ask me... Good Lord!
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I sent back:
So you want a answer to the question.
Question is why do I bat my eyelashes as Stabb?Here is my answer- None of your freaking business why I do what I do.
Good enough for you?
(Must of been as he never returned)
Email to Self
I don't think that far ahead to have goals. And if I had goals it would not be to pick on Admins.
And I am talking to you because I read your journal, in which you say that you write about the real you. But the real you has never explained why you bat your eyelashes at Stabb.
On 17:03:22 Sep 25 2007 Vampirewitch39 wrote:
Now I remember. The thread that called all the administrators cunts and other colorful names. Yes- I was also reported to the admins as well.
So if your goal on the Rave is to "pick" on the administrator staff then why are you talking to me?
On 16:54:45 Sep 25 2007 mooncalf wrote:
Christ! it was a while back. I was expressing my opinion on how my profile had being suspended. You posted a major essay on how I was behaving like a child.
Anne RIA`d the thread, forum suspended me for infinity, and left the thread for the admins to see. Toiletduc then put the profile out of its misery. It still hangs around as Boof.
On 16:46:56 Sep 25 2007 Vampirewitch39 wrote:
Forum? Why I do not spend much time on it. Hmmm.... now if I did that, then you must of pissed me off about something.
Care to remind me what that was?
On 16:42:49 Sep 25 2007 mooncalf wrote:
Stabb when he goes through doing his housecleaning normally chucks me out with the rest of the garbage. (As of course you would. You expressed your opinions in the forum about me when I was Boof. Said you would look after me toys while I had a tantrum.)
On 16:36:15 Sep 25 2007 Vampirewitch39 wrote:
And why would you want to know why I would bat my eyelashes at Stabb?
On 16:19:38 Sep 25 2007 mooncalf wrote:
I read you journal but you have never bothered to statisfy my curiosity: why with Stabb that you bat your eyelashes?
Have to tell you something- and hope you get a kick out of this as I did. Last week I came out of lurking (stupid, I know) and got hit by messages from the “boys” of this site. One sent me a message that stated only this:
“Rather intense”
I note it’s from a person I do not know- ever talked to. Or seen on the site, but as that is about 99% of the people here, not a surprise. I sent back:
“Intense?”
He sent this back to me, or something of the liking:
“Your profile. I just read it.”
How come I can just hear the Birdy, Cat, and Bull laughing their asses off right now? I laughed to myself and sent back this:
“Yes- it is a good STORY. If you wish to know me, my journal is the place.”
I waited to see what he would say about that but he never came back. I did see he went onto my journal, but he never sent any message back.
ROFL. Damn- guess I am just too ME for most people to take.
A middle aged woman went shopping one day for a birthday present for her husband. Since their sex life had been less than satisfactory for several years, see wanted to get something to spice it up.
She went through store after store in the mall, but could find nothing she wanted. She sat down on a bench and broke out into tears.
After a few minutes she looked up and noticed that she was sitting in front of a pet shop. To pick up her spirits, she decided to go in and see the puppies and kittens. She wandered around the shop for fifteen minutes and felt better.
On the way out a clerk saw her and said "Did you see anything you liked, ma’am?" The lady explained to the clerk that she was searching for that perfect present for her husband. The clerk said "wait right her, I think I have the perfect gift for your husband." She went to the back room and came back with a beautiful teak box.
She opened the box and showed her a frog. The lady said "I don’t think my husband wants a frog." The clerk told her this was a speacial kind of frog found only in the deepest forest jungles of South America..it only purpose in life was to give oral pleasure to men. She said all the man had to do was say "FROGGIE SUCK" and the frog would do so. The woman had always been adverse to giving her husband oral pleasure and was quite intriged by the idea. She asked the clerk how much.
The clerk replied "500 dollars". The woman did not want to pay that much, but the clerk offered a money-back guarantee, so she bought it.
That evening, after a gourmet dinner and the finest wine and liquers, the wife presented her husband with his present. He opened the box and exclaimed "What the hell is this??" The wife explained what the frog could do so her husband calmed down and said it might be a good idea after all.
They retired to their bedroom. After ten minutes the husband could’t wait any longer, so he yelled :FROGGIE SUCK". The frog jumped out of the box and onto the bed and gave the man the best blowjob he had ever had in his life! Fifteen minutes later the man yelled out again with the same result. His wife was pleased so she told him to take the frog to the guest bedroom so she could get some sleep.
About 5 AM she awoke and heard pots and pans clanking in the kitchen. She said "Honey why are you making so much noise down there?" Her husband replied "As soon as I can teach this frog to cook -- your ass is outta here!"
I talked about taking DS over to The Coven of Purgatory last night. Its one of my extra accounts that I do very little with. Offer to help with the staffing.... :)
Cat and Bird both thought that was a bad, bad ideal.
Sahahria called me at home tonight, and not only got me, but Connie and Nita as well as they were with me. It’s so nice to put a voice to the face, and what a wonderful lady. All three of us enjoyed talking to her immensely.
Have to tell you she sounded different then I thought she would. How? She sounded more…professional. She sounded more grounded, more control then the crazy fun lady I know online. I have a new perception of her.
But she is still the woman with the three nose hairs. O-O
*rat runs off to bed as going on a train ride tomorrow.*
The Goddess within us is like a flame in the dark, leading us to where we should be. Acceptance is my wish to harvest as we enter the darkness of the year.
Blessed Be, my sisters.
:)
P.S. The cat's tail is soft and cover in fur. The rat's is hard and short. *snort* And you just stay away from me with that ruler Bird. ;)
*sings* "Never underestimate a woman with the Goddess in her eyes...."
If I am going to read... let's make it something good.
07:27 Sep 22 2007 Times Read: 1,772
It's 2:30 am and I find this as I rate to go back to sleep:
Quote: dumb fuck
i have one blue eyes but one with a tint of green in it and i have long hair short thin i am pregnat with my ex child looking for a da in thunder bay
*sigh*
While it does not take much...some of these people make ME look smart.
Quote: mess with the bull you get the horns
My name is Jarred , i was first turned into to a lycon in may, then i got together with my girlfriend who is a vampire and she turned me into hibrid, when i am not hunting lycons i am spending time with my girl who i love to death, or working, or just haning out. i love working on my cars and racing them also i like older music from the 80's like Kansas, Bang Camero, and i love nirvana, so i guess thats all you need to know for right now
O.o
I think I will read a book instead to try and go back to sleep.
It was like old times tonight. Nita came over, we sat and chat, then got up to go out to dinner. Pizza at the local Pizza Hut was the plan.
Where did we end up? 100 miles away at my favorite place. Italian food is my favorite. Mmmm Mmmm. Drinks, great company. What more can a girl ask for?
You know what is great about dear friends? That we know each other so well we can do surround sound. That is when we both say or do something at the same time. Like...EWWWing, Yawning, and snorting as we laugh.
*smiles*
And the reasturant we joked about opening...with road kill specials, and chef suprises almost made me pee my pants. Dang- that girl can sound even more hick then me if she puts her mind to it. LOL
Flys are free, but maggots are going to cost ya! *stupid grin with a few missing teeth*
It has been a long time since I just up and did something off the wall, and I think Nita enjoyed it. I know I did. Only thing missing was Connie.
Ok- off to bed. Have a long day with a long drive that starts in a few hours.
Later Gater..... and Birdy...try not to cook the neighbor's cat anytime soon, would ya? If you do... save me some, would ya? Hmmm Mmmm that and a side order of sunk guts sounds good right about now. ;)
Eating Chinese food with my sister for lunch and I hear all about the crew that got lost this morning with the most simply directions. “My god! Take the bypass at Somerset. How freaking hard is that? It’s a four lane road marked BYPASS!”
I just had to smile, knowing the little trip would cost me some labor, but it’s so much fun when she gets all ranting like. Good to see I am not the only one who gets upset at stupid things.
“I swear… I am going to write the directions for in the morning like this- go get in the truck. Close the door. Put your foot on the clutch and press it down. Start the truck…just to show them how stupid they are. I mean- who the HELL does not know the bypass around Somerset?”
Then she opened her fortune cookie and read it out loud- You display the wonderful trait of charm and courtesy.
Standing in front of the copier, I tried to recall the lesson I got on how to use it from my sister. Would of helped it I paid attention to her at the time. lol
I see that it’s on with a light on the control panel. Great… the one thing I do know about this machine is already done.
Stick the paper in one of the many slots, and hit copy. Nothing. Slide the paper in again and hit copy. Nothing. *insert cuss word* Move the paper to another slot and it feeds in. Wrong slot. *giggles*
Flashing light of how many. Ok…easy enough. Hit the one.
Flashing light of size- and measurements. *cuss word* I just want a copy. Same size. Hit the button for that size, then it ask me if “Two sided copy?”
--.--
I miss my old copier. I could beat it, smack it around a little. This one is too pretty and brainy for me. Sorry- but the plastic it is built out of is cheaper, I swear to it. It will not handle a full out smack when it pisses me off. :)
*sigh* Ok... play nice with the new copier. lol I still gave it a little “love” tap as I hit the button no.
Then the damn thing asked me to select the darkness of the print.
Oral (50%) you appear to have a good balance of independence and interdependence knowing when to accept help and when to do things on your own. Anal (56%) you appear to have a good balance of self control and spontaneity, order and chaos, variety and selectivity. Phallic (76%) you appear to have issues with controlling your sexual desires and possibly fidelity. Latency (33%) you appear to be overly practical; don't undervalue abstract learning, abstract learning increases your ability to make good decisions (and predictions) in the real world so it would be 'impractical' to shun it. Genital (66%) you appear to have a progressive and openminded outlook on life unbeholden to regressive forces like traditional authority and convention.
One day Mrs. Jones went to have a talk with the minister at the local church. "Reverend," she said, "I have a problem, my husband keeps falling asleep during your sermons. It's very embarrassing. What should I do?"
"I have an idea," said the minister. "Take this hatpin with you. I will be able to tell when Mr. Jones is sleeping, and I will motion to you at specific times. When I motion, you give him a good poke in the leg."
In church the following Sunday, Mr. Jones dozed off. Noticing this, the preacher put his plan to work. "And who made the ultimate sacrifice for you?" he said, nodding to Mrs. Jones.
"Jesus!", Jones cried as his wife jabbed him the leg with the hatpin.
"Yes, you are right, Mr. Jones," said the minister. Soon, Mr. Jones nodded off again. Again, the minister noticed. "Who is your redeemer?" he asked the congregation, motioning towards Mrs. Jones.
"God!" Mr. Jones cried out as he was stuck again with the hatpin.
"Right again," said the minister, smiling. Before long, Mr. Jones again winked off. However, this time the minister did not notice. As he picked up the tempo of his sermon, he made a few motions that Mrs. Jones mistook as signals to bayonet her husband with the hatpin again.
The minister asked, "And what did Eve say to Adam after she bore him his 99th son?"
Mrs. Jones poked her husband, who yelled, "You stick that goddamned thing in me one more time and I'll break it in half and shove it up your ...!"
Now who knew the second show of Supernatural would be about a evil clown? Big shoes, red nose, white face with that evil red oversize grin.... and the eyes that goes from sweet and kind- to dead cold.
*cringes, and climbs into bed, pulls up the cover*
How freaking stupid was that? I hate clowns. Evil freaks.. chopping up the kids parents as the kids watch, eating them. Its like McD's gone wrong... sick....Ronald my ass.
*turns off the light*
O.O
*then turns it back on*
Did you hear a clown's laugh?
*looks around...thinking its going to be a long night*
Talked to my Cat more today then I have in weeks. That is right- use me kitty.... lol
:)
And I have had several wise people, that I trust and respect answer my question about the meds. Yes- I would never of asked people I did not trust, who opinion I did not value.
:)
Flirted a little, laughted a little, and enjoyed my day.
:)
Now for the night...
*goes to pop popcorn and ice a soda*
Its time to turn the lights out and watch the two sexy guys fight supernatural things. Can we just see the dreams I will have tonight.
You know... KCRC asked for this. I mean it, he did. :) He talks to me, by messages. He makes comments on my life (per journal). Dang it.. as hard as I try to stay away from people on here- he has just became a friend over time.
So in honor of being my friend... I am going to call him a bull.
LOL
I could of put this one, but his wife would kill me. ;)
Today is the last day of my old doze for my antidepressant. In the morning I am to start the new doze and I have a problem with that.
See- when I am stress or worried my blood pressure goes up.
When I work longer hours and do not sleep as well it effects my mood.
But of late…
It is like I am walking out of the fog. I swear it’s the cooler weather, but anyway. lol I just feel myself cheering up, seeing the a little of the joy in my life.
The doctor wants me to double my doze. DOUBLE.
She took me off the one pill a day, to the lower doze of three pills a day. But those pills equal out to 300.
From 150 to three of the 100.
*sigh*
I hate taking medicine. Blood pressure is one thing as both sides of my parent’s family has issues with it.
But this…
How about we start with two pills a day? That would take it up just a little and if it doesn’t work then I can add the extra pill?
*can see the Cat, Birdy and the Puppy eyes narrow as they read this. Maybe the deer and caracel will give me input as I trust them too. Wolf, Tiger and Owl *
*smiles* Let's all have a say on my medication. lol
Really let me hear what you think. I start the new doze in the morning.
:) On a positive note, I've learned that, no matter what happens, how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.
I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles four things:
a rainy day, the elderly, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.
I've learned that, regardless of your relationship with your parents, you'll miss them when they're gone from your life.
I've learned that making a "living" is not the same thing as making a "life.."
I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance.
I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands. You need to be able to throw something back
I've learned that if you pursue happiness, it will elude you. But, if you focus on your family, your friends, the needs of others, your work and doing the very best you can, happiness will find you.
I've learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision.
I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be one.
Today I am looking at some changes for me on this site. VR can not be what it uses to be for me. I need to get my life back in order and that means taking care of what is important in my life. To give myself the time I need to be happy, to do what is needed for this to happen.
I am unwilling to give VR as much time as I have been. In fact- its time to lose some of the extra accounts I have. I have to decide how to delete a few accounts, step off from a few projects.
Taking this into account- Vampirewitch39 is going to stay where she is. Nothing is asked of me, nothing is placed on my shoulders. I do only what I wish to do, give the effort that only I wish to give.
My gods... who knew buying a new copier for the office was going to take me hours. Internet- lots and lots to pick from. Might not of been a good thing.
*goes to get her credit card*
Comment my sister made to me today: "That is you- love by a few, hated by many."
Hey! What can I say- I dislike repair men who do not REPAIR!! Grrrr...
I guess it was hard to write because I love the subject so much. Just so much freedom you have with makeup. You can go from a innocent sweet child to a all out sexy vampire.
I just love how you can use makeup to change your look, attitute.
Or how you can let your true self come out. ;)
Anyway- coven has it now. Let's see if they like it. :)
I think I have earn myself a nice rest on the couch, with a few dvd shows of Dark Angel.
*goes to pop popcorn and grabs a soda*
VR work is done for today. Gods... I really must love this site. And what it stands for. :)
lonewolfofdarkness is due a big thanks for helping me pick my Fall song. He helped me make my mind up, pointing out a song I never would of remember, but that fits this time of the year for me. Poor Night had to hear me whine for weeks, naming off songs to try and help me. And lonewolf picked it for me. :) Thanks again.
And another thank you goes to Nightgame for getting the song to work on my profile. I would never have music if it wasn't for her.
I know its early, but I plan to be busy this week working on some other things (makeup article)and company next weekend. ;)
Even decorated my home. And Birdy and Cat- no you can not have my fall witch. lol Get your own, dang it. (Lexington- HomeGoods store. Got it yesterday. $16.00)
Been up since 6:30am. Temp is 54, cool. Bird feeder are full, fire in the firepit on the porch is high, sitting on the lounger with a blanket and a cup of hot cocoa. Watched the sun come up.
Thank you to the person that removed the thread from the Coven forum that I posted during a time that I was trying to deal with memories of my Aunt’s death. I typed my heart out, all the feelings I was having and as I was doing some edit to it, the thread missed up and the title of the posting vanished, making it impossible to open.
And that was for the best. I would of deleted it if I could of open it back up just a few days later, but it sat on the forum, a reminder of my…weakness. I got the nerve up today to ask Cancer to please fit the thread so I may delete it. I really just need this to be gone, out of my eyesight. Trying to remove all things in my life that brings me grief means it had to go.
As I was scanning the forum so I can tell Cancer what page the thread was on, I found it was gone.
Last night I took some time to sit, candles flicker in the dark room, music playing and just gave myself me time. Funny what came into my mind. I got my hair cut yesterday and we (ladies in the shop) started talking about death. Johnny Cash was brought up- along with others of how couples who have been married for years will give up if one of them dies. Couples who love each other so much they can not deal with the loss.
Then the discussion turned to older people who just give up on life. One of the ladies father got so ill fighting his cancer, she said he just gave up. After getting to the point of being unable to even sit up in bed, she said you could see it in his eyes. He died a few weeks later.
I agree with all that was said by these ladies. Everyone comes to a point of not wanting to go on. Unwilling to feel the pain, loneliness life brings to all of us. And I also believe you can bring death to you by giving up on life. By letting your…joy…soul…spirit… spunk leave you.
But it would seem… if I believe in this…then I believe you can get it back. That you can …will…control… yourself back to enjoying your life. To being happy, to embrace your life, find joy in your days. Have a smile on your face and a spring in your step.
Yes…it would seem I would.
I also think I need to understand a few things in my life, change some habits and get real with what I am feeling. Time to put the big girl panties on and face what life is. I can cry about it, or deal with it, accept, grow, and get the fuck on with life. I need to see the mistakes I will make in life, the losses as only that- losses. Not the end of life. Ask myself if this is what I need to be doing to make myself happy? Will I beat myself up for it later?
Time to take back the joy I know is in my life.
I feel it coming- that spark of life. Now I just need to fan it.
lol
Why do I see a rat turning and breaks wing into the sparks of the flame?
45 mins of the bug man telling me of the 5 kinds of roaches we have in Kentucky and what they do, look like, and mating habbits. Hissing roach...OK then. *Rat looks like a cat with a hair ball trying to not throw up*
Phone company does not show credit for my last month payment. Then when I called- they got snippy with me. Sorry fuckers- you get off your ass and look, it cleared my bank on Monday. ( I know- its all on the computer now...then sit on your ass and find it. ) They did- paid in full but for this last bill. Thank you very much.
Sister went to Walmart and locked herself out of her car. Then she got pissed about it.
Had a "talk" with the military base about the total lack of phone numbers and contact numbers for members. GRRRR!
Finally got hold of the military guy for Friday (Morehead Ky.. funny) He is moving clothing.....and a tv. That is it. Now- WHY would you have a mover do this???? Its called putting it in your freaking car dude. Driving for 4 hours, tank of fuel, 3 men, and will be overpacked I can promise you. Friday I will loose money. Butt hole of a cricket.
Dad and me fussed about packing, the use of the red ford in the morning, and just anything we can pick on each other about. Note to self- stay away from dad today. We both are in the Mood. Love him... but we are too much alike to get along somedays.
Booked seven...SEVEN moves. *sigh* Why did I think mid sept was going to slow down? But I should not bitch...its work. Lord knows at the first of the year I will beg for it.
Ohhh.... and the big job I worked on for 2009? Got it. Yes sir... hospital is going in, and we are doing it. I just hope we can handle it. Of course we can- done three already. :)
Bad rat..bad rat.. what ya going to do? What ya going to do when she comes for you?
01:35 Sep 12 2007 Times Read: 2,081
On 04:32:05 Sep 11 2007 RedQueen wrote:
I love you.....
I REALLY do....
But did you HAVE to eat into my LAST box of chocolate pudding and then run UP my arm when I caught you at it???????
On 01:08:52 Sep 12 2007 Vampirewitch39 wrote:
Oh come on.... you know I love chocolate. And you put the chips in a jar....
LOL
Did you squeal like a girl?
On 01:10:41 Sep 12 2007 RedQueen wrote:
damn skippy I squealed like a girl- I squealed like a fucking BANSHEE girlfriend...LMAO
there is now a baited soda box with peanurt butter and a splash of what was LEFT of the pudding mix in the bottom- you better hope it works, or when I do catch that little bastard, I'm mailing him to YOU
Why do I see this as my puppy as she wrote that?
*giggles* Oh come on puppy... you started this. Talking shit about my animal kin.
A beautiful morning that found me washing my pickup, Dad sitting in a chair near me, tightening the bolts on a dollies wheels. It’s a cool morning and we are having a slow day at work, only use working as no jobs. Sister is in the office, mom and my brother are home with our puppy. (Shepuppy) I finished washing my truck by hand, and asked dad if he wanted me to leave the soapy water in the bucket. I remember as he joke his car (VW Golf) needed washed.
I left him to it as I needed to take my car to the car wash to vacuum. I walked into the office and, sticking my head in the door, told my sister where I was going. She was listening to the radio and told me a small plane had just hit one of the Towers in New York. Thinking that was strange as it would be hard to miss seeing those buildings, I tell Dad as I leave.
I left here, and drove the two or three miles to the car wash. Just as I finished and was hanging the hose back up my cell phone went off. It was my sister telling me to come home, Mother wanted me home now. By then the second plane had hit. I drove home to find a closed sign on the office and everyone at my mom and dad’s.
As a family we sat and watched the news, dad telling us of the underground docks he had taken a tractor trailer into in the towers. How it looked when last he had been there. One of the few times I saw tears in my fathers eyes.
Sister called the ladies we worked with at the base, and they said they were alright, just scared. We made several calls that day to them, as they were unable to leave and did not have a TV.
Dad went to fuel up every car and truck we had. Mom told use to go get cash out of the bank, so we will have it on hand. They had lived thru war…we never have. They told us our world had changed that day and we needed to remember.
I brought this cute little Halloween decoration. It’s a bottle, with a green faced typical witch inside it. A pumpkin cork is tied to the top with a piece of rope, and when it’s removed from the top, a sound of wind, thunder, and a high pitched witch cackle is heard.
It’s the sweeties thing and I love it when I got it.
Now? Not so sweet. I swear the thing is haunted. Driving home from our RPG weekend, Connie asleep in the passenger seat I heard something. Looking at Connie, head lowered, eyes closed, I knew she was asleep. Connie does not snore. So I turned the stereo down and what did I hear? Thunder, wind…then the cackle. It took me a few minutes to figure out what the hell it was. Looking back, I see the bag on the back of the trunk area cover, mocking me. As it was 2:00am, there was no way I was stopping. Connie woke up as I stop at the exit light, and I asked let her listen. “What is that?” We shared a laugh, and I said it can just keep going for the four miles we had left.
Today I drove the car again, and I notice the two bags of crafts, Halloween decorations I left in the car, moved to the back seat. Thinking I need to put them in the house today, I started my 120 mile drive. Just over the TN line, I pulled the cd out to pick another…when I heard that cackle. Now- It’s still dark out. Raining. And I am alone on the road… and you hear a witch cackle that sounds right behind you. I freaking jumped, hands tighten on the wheel, heart pounding.
I tried to put my heart back in my chest as I started cussing that damn witch bottle. Reaching back between the seats, still driving, pulling on the bags, I said “I know you are there. I can hear you, damn it. I get my hands on you I will throw your ass out the window. Come here, damn it.” I felt the square box, and pulled it to me. Looking down at the witch, and hearing the cackle, I picked the cork up and shoved it in the bottle top.
The damn thing rode in the passenger seat for the rest of the trip. And that little cork never moved. Haunted… I am telling you.
Later, back in the office and Dad is in the office with me, reading a newspaper. My sister came in and asked me about the medicine the doctor was increasing. “I just wanted to know so when you come in, dancing on your tiptoes, all happy and pleasant, that it’s the medication.” I looked at her and said “It would have to be…unless vodka and male strippers were involved.” We laugh and Dad gave a huff. Standing, he folded his newspaper and told me “I can’t believe what comes out of your mouth. God Lord…. I am going home to your mother.” He walks toward the door and I said “Who do you think I get my mouth from?” “Your mother, you are just like her.”
Call into the bug people to spray my home. Yes- I have bugs. Roaches or water bugs... what ever you want to call the ugly creepy ass things.
While I had my home bomb and sprayed about a year ago, I have been finding some, still alive and kicking, on their backs on the floor. You see one bug- there is thousands you don't see.
Have I made you go EWW yet? lol Trust me- I have been going EWWW!
I left the message I wanted to do this spraying and setting off bombs early in the morning as I can't stand the smeel of the stuff. I will leave a fan running, and hope the 7 to 8 hours will help with the odor.
So... at 2:15 pm he shows up to do it. O.o He is coming back on Wednesday at 8:00 am to do it.
You remember the bug guy- always telling me stuff about the bugs, mating habit of the mice. *crunches up my face... ewww* Big time preacher of the church...
When he asked me what kind of bugs I am seeing- I told him. When he asked me how big they were.... I said "Big ass bugs. Like thumb size. Huge ass things." His eyes open wide and I almost pee my pants as I tried not to laugh.
Opppsss... Guess I will burn in hell for that one.
I wonder what kind of bugs they have in hell. Roaches? Think I will ask him. *giggles*
*Note to self- put up the pagan alter before Wednesday AM*
Just back from the doctor visit. Well.... that did not go good at all.
Not at all.
:(
Weights up
Meds are upped.
Lab work order.
And I busted out in tears when she asked me if I had any stress in the last six months from my last visit, making my blood pressure increase, my headackes come back, why I am depressed?
Death of four family members, remember my aunts death, having to put the puppy asleep, firing two guys and dealing with finding new ones to train. Work going crazy as normal.
Yeah, I have had more then enough stress to increase my blood pressure and laugh and mock the happy pill I am on.
Yes- not well at all. So a log of the blood pressure daily, revist in a week, labs, and slow increase of meds. More testing in two months.
Firefly had some quotes that just match VR right now....
03:41 Sep 10 2007 Times Read: 2,133
"Do you know what the chain of command is here? It's the chain I go get and beat you with to show you who's in command."
Firefly TV show- Jayne quote.
Kind of fits VR, don't you think?
:)
Others I love:
Jayne: (mock reading Simon's journal) "Dear Diary...today I was pompous and my sister was crazy." (flips page) "Today, we were kidnapped by hill folk never to be seen again. It was the best day ever."
Mal: "Looks can be deceiving."
Jayne: "Not as deceiving as a lowdown, dirty... deceiver."
Mal: "Well said. Wasn't that well said, Zoe?"
Zoe: "Had a kind of poetry to it, sir."
Jayne: "Shiny. Let's be bad guys."
Jayne: "Oh yeah, hidin' up the Shepherd's skirts, that's a manful scheme."
Gothic Fashion- Makeup. is in its first stage. need a day to sit, and tweak it some before I let the coven see it. Given it 7 hours today- that is more then enough for now.
And do you know how hard it is to find pictures for that? Damn it.... and to find good ones of males?
I talk about a few of the magical and common designs goths use on eye makeup, and I am worried it will lose people as they read it. I mean- if I tell you how to draw a cat's eye.... will you understand it?
*sigh* Only took me weeks of reading websites, books, and mags. Taking all that information, and what I have seen and narrow it down to a article that makes sense to people.
I am starting to think its to detailed. Maybe I should cut it down and just do the magical side of the expression of makeup. That would make a better read I am starting to think.
*rubs eyes*
Anyway.....
I will let it go for a few days, let my head clear, and start agian.
Thinking its time to rate some- dull the mind a little. :)
Seeing people in a new light with all the drama going on. How I see VR? Small town were there is groups, and clubs that you are in or not. Were a taste of power has a way to make you forget how it was before you got it. Were your true self comes out... some not so good.
All I can do is ... before I hit the send button, take a action, I ask myself- would I do this if this person was standing in front of me? A person... not a computer screen. A live, FEELING person is on that other side.
I am on VR as I am in life. Some good, some bad. No one is perfect and who the hell gets to decide what perfect is, anyway? Don't throw stones in a glass house.
Reason I stay out of the drama that is going on of late. I do that in life to. Unless it effects me or my friends, then I stay out of it. Or if I see something I would comment on in person, then I do here to. I am not afraid to express my thoughts. It just has to stand out in the pile of shit that you see every day on this site to get my attention. Or times when I have just have seen enough of the same old shit.
Or I come here(journal) and let it out, then forget it. I have my say, few people read it, and those who do either agree or disagree.
People should just be who they are. As in real life- you can turn away, you can leave. Not the site, but the drama. This "town" is big enough that you can find others to talk to, to make friends with. I have.
Explore the town...see who is new. And if the drama will not leave you alone? That is what the block button is for. :)
Just remember this is a small town. And you never know who you are talking to. Learn to let it go, let it die, and bury it. You keep it going then it will never end. And you will end up looking like a whinney ass who can not grow up.
Small town..... and the graveyard is getting bigger for me.
Birdy has to deal with the "crazy" people in the morning, so I wanted to put something here to make her smile. Now- she knows what this is about... as she "turned it all around". LOL
On 03:27:18 Sep 08 2007 Vampirewitch39 wrote:
squirrels likes nuts.
Nuts are what you deal with..
Hey- you got a bushy tail?
O-O
*grins*
On 03:29:54 Sep 08 2007 Elemental wrote:
turns in a circle........trying to see my tail......wiggly but not bushy......:)
AC-DC Hokey Pokey
And I thought the chicken dance was bad enough......
Going to bed before I say something to get me in more trouble ...
02:53 Sep 07 2007 Times Read: 2,277
Main forum... and I like the subject, but then you see this.
Re: Book of the dead...
Posted: 07:11:16 - Sep 07 2007
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don't know enough on the subject to comment
^.^
Then why post the you do not know anything?
Wonder what would happen if people who post this kind of fluffy to just get a post count would do if you get punished? Say... a point taken off instead?
And when you are in the negative- maybe a few days off the site?
Now I bet ya that would clear up some threads.
LOL- Now I am sounding like "EmoModel" telling how to run the site.
Soooo don't want that. Sorry, just a bad day at work coming out. But notice- I did not post to the forum this time. :)
See... I can be good. *rat looks all sweet at you, then runs to her hole, and shuts the door, done playing for the night*
And another thing... calling all those people who see the Princes Mark as a way to buy status. Were are you? Here is a person who thinks he can just buy- cash out - levels 25 and over.
Were is the outrage of that? This person does not even offer the money to the site, as those who are lifetime members do. Money that is used to help keep this site going.
No... its given to people who is selling out. Making Sires of less value as you did not earn it.
You want to buy higer accounts on VR because you don't want them to go to waste. Now how stupid is that? What does it matter if they do? Its not like you can give them back the time they spent on here.
Its called buying status. Not earning it., not giving the effort of making it on your own. Sure - you are a level 17. What? Its to tough to earn a Sirehood? Well... man up. Its not something that is going to fall in your lap, no matter how much money you throw at it.
But who knows... if you do become one this time tomorrow, we all will know how you got there. And sorry- but that is a sorry ass way to do it.
The whole inductings thing - the attitude that members are being used to advance the Coven and Houses.
What I see... and what I see coming. *rubs crystal ball*
18:37 Sep 05 2007 Times Read: 2,372
Things I see on Vampire Rave.
All the ads for the Covens and Houses are taking over the forum. Now- don’t get upset by that. I am just saying….can members not just read the manual and learn of them? Take the time to go read the main pages?
*slaps forehead* Nevermind.
What I expect to see on Vampire Rave.
Stamps for profiles that tell other Coven and Houses to “back off.” I understand people are looking at the level fours, introducing themselves, helping them to get the profile rate up so they can be asked to join.
I see stamps soon that say something like: “Future member of ….” to put on the profiles hoping the other Masters will honor them.
Folks.... when I write in my journal I do not edit it. Yes- I write, submit and do not return. Well... I do the music videos. But why would I return? I said what I wanted, its not that important to me. Hell- you ask or make a comment about it in a few hours and I am like "Huh? Oh... that." because I forget I put it in here. =)
Why do I write? Because it is not written for the public. It is done by me, for me.
I don't care if I should of put hears instead of heard (thanks for the point out hon- but keep off my journal if you are going to be that freaking picky) My stories are just me having some fun, nothing else.
I don't care if I sound odd or strange. Or even uneducated. And the whole "popular" shit means nothing to me. Trust me- I have WAY to much attitute to be loved by all. And really- who wants to be? As it is I have to bite my tongue too much on this site.
And I sure don't care to join My Space. I have told him several time.... VR is my home. Its were I am staying. Were my ranting, stupid journal is staying. I don't care for My Space or its blogs. I don't want a journal on it.
VR is the only place I write, the only place I will let myself be ..... just me.
My Space is not a place I would ever enjoy.
Nope- VR is stuck with me until I get thrown out. lol
Besides- who cares what I put here anyway. Seems to be just you... and your picky grammer ways.
Stop. Please. You are on the edge of pissing me off. Really.
I know you are just trying to "better me" but you know what.... I don't want to be. Not by you. In a way my journal is doing that on its own.
Catching up on my favorite journals I found one Sahahria wrote about a music group that she loved as a teen. Wanted to share mine with you. First group that I LOVED with a passion.
Poster on the bedroom walls, always having the music playing, first band I went to see live. (Mom had to call in a huge favor to get the tickets)
Yes- even my first love.
This is my past. Please note just how OLD I am... lol
Morning starts with me being woke up to country music. Country music on the ONLY semi rock station in the area. Ggggrrrrr.
After a shower and dressing I walk into the kitchen to grab the three things I do every workday. Purse, computer case, and keys. Guess which one was NOT there.
“Were the hell are my keys?”
“Fuck it, where are you?”
“OH COME ON!”
Looked at all the places I have been last night. I carried groceries in so I looked on the counter tops, in cabinets.
Bathroom, bedroom and the living room. NO sign of the damn keys.
Check the hamper- looked in my jean pockets. Nope. Dumped it out thinking they may of fell out of my pocket and into the hamper. NOTHING!
Checked the laptop case. Dumped the purse out on the table. NO KEYS!
“Mother…”*cussing like a sailor*
I gave up trying to find my keys and I gather my stuff to leave, trying to see the good side of this.
The walk to work will be good for me. I can use dad’s truck for the running I have to do today, if I ask nicely. That means A/C as my old truck does not have any. I can lock my door as I have a spare in the office.
Taking a deep breath I unlock my door, purse that has my stuff thrown back in over my shoulder, laptop case in hand, I open it and step out.
TO find my keys in the door handle were I left them all night.
Messages best not sent. AKA- What the hell was I thinking??
02:58 Sep 05 2007 Times Read: 2,413
Seeing imagesinwords online, I notice how lovely her picture is. Having read her journal I have seen others of her and have always been taken back by her skin’s complexion. Having not talked to her in a few days, I decided to message her with a comment.
Hitting message, the flashing red warning light making me pause as always… but I scroll down to type.
“I really want to have your skin.”
I pause, reading that again and thinking just how Silence of the Lambs that sounded.
The BBC and Fox will collaborate on a Buffy The Vampire Slayer spin-off starring Anthony Stewart Head entitled Ripper, according to a report.
The Daily Star quotes a source as saying that Buffy creator Joss Whedon is "keen to work with the BBC" and that "they've got the green light to start filming".
According to the alleged insider, Ripper, which has been mooted since Buffy finished in 2003, "will follow Bufyy's mentor Giles (Head) after he decides to come out of retirement in his native England to solve ghost stories and other mysteries".
The report claims that the show will enter production next year. The BBC has yet to confirm or deny the claims.
See the forced inductions are still being whined about. And I can see the point but you need to see the big picture, not just your problem with it.
I can see the reason people are mad about it. If my accounts were not in the places I wanted them to be, I would be pissed if people did it to me to. But then—I JOINED the site knowing it could/would happen. Even I understood it was allowed. I have never been inducted, but I can still be traded.
Just as those who are were they do not wish to be- I would express my hope that trading will be done. The whole "They are nothing but favor winners to me" is something I would not agree with. These people are just that- people. And if they are somewhere they do not want to be- listen to them. Let them trade out to the place, to the friends that they want to be with.
The point all the lower levels new members are missing is this-
Read the Coven and House pages and you will notice they are different. The whole snobby “We will contact you, don’t bother us with your messages that you want in.” is gone. Now the Houses and Covens are hunting for members of value. They are marking level fours to take when they reach that magical number five.
They are helping people get their rates up, their profiles in better shape so they will be welcome into the Coven or House. Hell- a great profile of a person with some common sense will be able to name were she or he goes as she gets closer to the level #5.
Was that Cancer’s plan? *shrugs* I haven’t a clue.
But I will say this. I have looked forward to logging into the Rave for the last few weeks more then I have been in months. The Coven’s I am in is active with new members; more fun with meeting people I most likely would never of talked to if they had not been forced. It hits me the “Clubs Members Only” might be stirred up some, might of taken a hit.
I don't think the blind button was made to be used as it is being used now. I do not like the whole locking people out of the Coven or House. But most are offering the member a chance, if they wish to take it, to join the membership. Glad to see that. :)
One of my Coven is doing it, but it is because of the nature of the place. I write in this coven, letting my words spill forth, uncaring that those in the Coven read the work. I would not want any stranger reading them.
And I see that the members that are not in Houses or Covens don’t see just how powerful they are now.
Best of all- Members who spend time on VR are being appreciated now, not just the dozen or so people who were good with games.
To me it is more fair now, the whole Rave experience.
Going away for the weekend with the Cat. Birdy is not going. :( She doesn't want to RPG for two days, dang it. lol
I am packed- and birdy you will be happy as its a duffle, not even a suitecase. :) I am not even going to take makeup with me, that is how I plan to roll this weekend.
Nature and free.
*sigh* Maybe I need to take another pair of shoes. These might start to hurt my feet......
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