It's at times like this when I wonder, seriously, if we wouldn't have been better off if the North just let the South go during the Civil War. What if Lincoln just said, "Fuck it!" and then we could have proceeded to cripple them economically, afterall, *ALL* of the industry was in the North and we decimated their farms, thereby decimating their way of life. Sure, they have "nicer" weather, if you like heat and humidity and bugs and malaria, because the deep south did have malaria then, it was why all of the rich, white Southerners fled the cities in the summers and left their black slaves behind... but that is neither here nor there. I mean, they think NOTHING like us, they act nothing like us, they speak nothing like us. Maybe it's our turn to say, "You know what, we don't like you after all. You can go on your merry way", but as all of the industry has fled to the damn South, and beyond, and we just have the creative, smart people here, we might be kind of screwed. Well, it gives me something to stew over at least.

Welcome to the new Reich.

BASTARD BITCH !!!! Stupid boy! He knows, somehow, he just knows when I've had it and when I'm walking away because that is when he shows back up, either in person- which is rare-, or by e-mailing me- which is also rare, just not quite so. And normally the e-mails are very short, unless I ask him about computers and then I get a three paragraph, highly technical answer that is like reading Greek- there is almost nothing about what is actually going on with HIM. Until today. Damn it! I love him, I really do, and that is the problem.

Oh, yeah, if you haven't yet, go vote. I did, at 8 o'clock in the morning on my way to work. Hope you're all ready to be up until 4 in the morning to see who wins this damn thing.

8* Dr. Chlorine, whatever have I done to deserve minions of Spirits sent to my house? Hmmm... we shall have to discuss things when I see you out and about this weekend, I think! Or a beer might undo the damage! ;)

Literally! Today, at my lovely little bank job, we all dressed up for the festivities of All Hallow's Eve. We have a Witch, a Cereal Killer, A Jester, A Jailbird, a Golfer, a Sumo- Wrestler, which is one of the funniest things as the girl who's wearing it is the skinniest thing!, and I, myself, have taken my monacre and made it real. Today, I am the Spring Faerie and were these wings not so cumbersome, I think I would wear them all of the time!

I think the most priceless thing is seeing the looks on our customers' faces when they see all of us, especially Paula- our Sumo Wrestler. It makes one remember the fun of being a live and why it's so important to laugh!

Hope to see Y'all tomorrow on Beggars' Night!

Well, let me tell you, Friday night was pretty damn fun! Trisha, SouthernYankee and myself went out dancing, as promised and it was so great! It was sort of strange though, because although it was a Friday night in Buffalo, there seemed to not REALLY be anyone out. We just couldn't quite understand it, but we trucked on, in search of good dancing music, which for Trisha and Me, that can be a challenge! But not Chamille! She is such a good time girl! Anyway, we wound up at Darcy McGee's, then some weird Jock/ Sorority chick bar (Suppress Shudder!), and then the Third Room and La Luna. No dice! It was at Marcella's where we had our first REAL success with good music and a good crowd, and originally we were only cutting through to Main Street! After Marcella's, it was time to meet up with Paul, Terry, Matthew, Mike, Tina, and Sarah at Roxy's. We danced, I was mentally stuck on the fact that was once someone's home, and we left around 3:30. I got home at 20 after 4 but was wide awake until 5. Then, my mean mother woke me up at 10, which I was fighting by not actually rolling out of bed until 11. I wanted to cry when Trisha informed me that she didn't wake up until 1 in the afternoon, as I'm sure most of my compatriots had! But such is life.

That's all for now. TTFN!

I need to work out a game plan. I am completely inept in the "getting boys" department. I've only ever had partial success. And I don't think it's because ALL of the men I choose are unattainable,(yes,Trisha, I know *some* of them have been!) it's just that I have no clue in how to go about that whole stupid Boy/Girl game playing that goes on and, sadly, seems to work! I usually wind up as being that girl- friend that no male actually thinks of as a girl, and then winds up being like a pal/ piece of the furniture. Frankly, it sucks!

Some of my friends swear it's because I'm too picky. I don't think I'm too picky. Once, when I was younger and stupid, I dropped my standards and that was a disaster! So, naturally, I vowed to never do that again, and I haven't really dated anyone since, which makes the question, Is it really worth the grief and aggravation of dropping my standards just to date again, or do I keep them exactly where they are and, possibly, risk staying alone, which I know and am very, very good at, but frankly, stinks on a Friday or Saturday night?

But I digress... The crux of the matter is this... I really like a boy and I have no idea on how to go about this whole thing. I gave him my number, but I knew he wasn't going to call when I gave it to him. In fact, I absolutely expected him not to, which I know makes no sense, but there it is. And it gets further complicated because I never see him, not like in "the Boy who lives in Boston"way, just as in the,"we don't travel in the same circles" way. Hmmmm.... It's very vexing! And that's why I need a game plan. Do I get his number from our one commonality, or do I just let it alone? Another friend of mine said "Be Aggressive", and although I am an aggressive person, I'm just not when it comes to, well, men. It goes against everything that I've been taught. (Who said your parents can't screw you up?)

I need a gameplan. Dilemmas, dilemmas. How do I go about this?

I have always been very, very hard on myself. Nothing I seem to do is good enough for myself, but the odd to dichotomy to this is that I'm also a total slacker and if I'm not naturally good at something, I don't want to do it, but I expect to be good at everything, even though, I know that I'm not. I would get very upset with myself if I made a mistake. That, I'm getting better with. I have to. In fact, I think that that is reason that God put me in the job that I currently have. I always make mistakes there. I think part of my cosmic lesson is that it is okay to make mistakes as long as they can be fixed.

I have a very hard time not being "Perfect"! I know that I'm not and it irritates me. I'm not thin enough, pretty enough, blah, blah, blah. But I'm finally realizing that it's all bullshit. So, I'm not a size 6! Yes, I do need to lose weight, but what really is spurring me on, nagging at me is more my concern for my future health. Diabetes, High Blood pressure, heart disease, strokes, cancer, arthritis, circulation problems, and lung problems run rampant in my family. I'm like a ticking health time bomb! And I know it so I must be responsible. If I don't do something now, something healthy for myself, it isn't going to get any easier.

I'm not perfect but I'm pretty okay.

All right E-Peeps. As many of you know, our dear, dear SouthernYankee is going to be leaving us, fleeing for somewhat warmer weather, so, Trisha and I are proposing that in her honour, we go out DANCING ! this Friday night. All who are in, let me know and we'll arrange where the festivities shall begin!

Soooo.... it's Friday.... and I actually have this insane urge to go out and be sociable tonight. I wonder if, perhaps, I could convince Mrs. Lehnen that we *need* to go out tonight? Hmmmmm.... Terry, I might need your help in that arena. Hope to see Y'all out later!