Hey everyone. I know, I haven't updated in a while. But let's be honest! No one really reads this journal and for the few who do...you definitely don't read it with anticipation! I'm truly just not a natural blogger. =P

I haven't much to say, or at least not much I'd like to share openly on the web. But I thought I'd post to let the people who do intend to read this entry that, yes, I do still exist and my heart is very much presently pumping blood. Thanks for the sentiment.

I've been ratherly quite (indeed, I did say "ratherly quite") busy as of late with family type issues as well as holiday preparations and celebrations. I do hope everyone's holidays went over well; it is always great to enjoy your time spent with loved ones...but it always means an extra special somethin' when you enjoy it on the holidays. I, for one, definitely pigged out on things such as my home made cranberry sauce, delicious turkey, and by New Years I was scarfin' down my mother's famous home-made chex mix! Which we -all- look forward to once the new year's batch's last crumb gets devoured---pretty much from January 2nd until December 31st! Guilty as charged.

With all that being said, I probably should take in for account my increasingly bulging belly. ~plops it about~ It does make quite the handy instrument, however.

I've been talking to an ex-boyfriend lately. Is that bad? Some people seem to think so, but I'm partial to the other side of the fence. Truth is, I don't particularly care for him, anyway. He can be rather obnoxious with his obsession with writing and his ever present attempts at making everything in life like a bloody poem. Not everything is poetic, nor does it ever have the necessity TO BE. He's lost in a fairy tale world he has created. He destroyed his own life and then wrote himself into a bubble, looking outward on the rest of the planet and constructing poetic explanations for the normal daily happenings. He's alright, I guess. I suppose if he was completely rotten I would simply not speak to him... I guess I just don't appreciate his attitude, is all. Don't get me wrong, I can have an enjoyable conversation with the kid, (I do say kid, because--first of all, I really haven't stayed in contact with him since we dated, not regular contact. And so I only ever "really" knew him when he was but a boy. Secondly, he was more of a boy than I had thought at the time, the reasoning for our split. :P), it's not that...it's just when he tries to implement his impressions of life or even of MY life onto me that I get a bit...annoyed? for lack of a better term. He's got potential, though. He's a good kid, at the core. Just hasn't made the right choices in life up to now, however. Anyhow, some people think it's inappropriate of me. To them? I say suck my cock. Truly, though. What am I, an animal? You think, after 6 years of commitment, a young boy with fancy words will sway me? How dare you make such putrid insinuations about me.

I'm babbling, actually. I haven't much to say so I'm fishing. Sorry about that. Anyway, the point is I'm not a tart, I don't have adulterous thoughts, and I'm not romanced by an adolescent. What I don't seem to understand is why, as a society, we simply cannot grasp the concept of males and females being true and pure friends with one another. It always has to be that at least one of them wants the other one. Why? Why do we have such jealousy in our hearts? Jealousy is -not- a natural emotion, it's a learned emotion. Why do we teach our children to have such hate and anger inside? It's ridiculous, to say the least.

Anyway...what else? Nothing much. I got a "bonus" at work for Christmas. Nothing much, but it was the thought that counted. Besides, I worked quite a bit throughout the month of December and be sure that it truly helped me through the holidays.

In response to one of Laura's journal entries: I WANT TO COME BACK TO SEE YOU AGAIN, TOO! I'm sure there are much more lizard awaiting my valiant rescue of them. Hahaha. F' you for makin' fun of me!!! :P hart u girly

Boredom setting in. Tootles, lot!