Dear Journal/Readers,

This one will have to be short since I only get a 10 minute break. So on monday I'm on a break and these two biker looking dudes are standing in the lobby. I'm sitting and fiddling with my rings on my fingers, waiting for it to get over. So when I get back in I walk inside and am asked to hand out a bag of food. I take the bag not even touching hte raw product or even the wrappers of the products, just the bag. The guys get all huffy and puffy and complain that I was picking my nose and scratching my choad and stuff and didn't wash my hands. So, they left in a gruff huff, then I come to find out that they complained to my bitch of a district supervisor Debbie, who came down hard on my store manager who in turn came down very hard on my favorite manager Shannon.

This is agrivating. I don't even know if anything's going to happen to me because Sharon (store manager) is on vacation. Thing is it's my word against theirs but I don't know whom their willing to believe. I was not doing any of that kind of stuff. I save the inapropiate hygene for my own private time when I'm off the clock. This is absurd in my opinion. I'm prepared to fight this thing tooth and nail.

Likewise there was another spat between Seph's stepson Jacob and his parents this weekend. I got involved when I shouldn't have, but other than that the kid was acusing his 3 year old brother of stuff that he couldn't possibly be doing, blaming his brother for the missing chocolate or the misplaced video-game CD. Randy my husband thinks I'm over-reacting or mistreating the poor lad, but I honestly don't think the kid is deserving of any sympathy. Especially after raising his voice to Seph then running outside and running to my Mentally unstable neighbor Tom.

...Oh about tom...

So my neighbors internet line got cut too...interestingly enough.

Furthermore, Clark Co. Police showed up at our house yesterday asking for Seph. They said that Michelle, Tom's wife, called them because her and Seph had a brief converastion in which Seph said that he didn't have gas to get to work and wouldn 't be able to make it to work without it cause he couldn't afford gas. Mysteriously her truck's gas tank was syphoned of gas, the tube left at the scene. That's a load of B.S. because He dosn't talk to them, nor does he do that kind of stuff, and furthermore he has the money and the gas. So...I think the household there has olfficially lost it.

ANyway Im probably late, more to come later.

Dear Journal/Readers,

Its another monday and once again I'm working. I'm on my 30 minute break over at Dependable Computer Solutions just kicking back at the moment. So far I have to say that everything seems to be going great. Yesterday was a fun game session for our Marvel RPG. My character of Moonsaber http://www.furaffinity.net/view/4032391/ (Not safe for work), was climbing up a ladder when he got tripped up, and his saber-teeth got stuck in the hardwood floor cause he face-planted. The poor guy got stuck there all comiclly. Then later my Lizard like character named Raptor was doinging an interrogation on one of the villans. He was so sophomoric, giving the guy wet-willies, nipple-twisters, wedgies, and tickling him as his method of torture. Everyone thought it was helarious.

It was Seph's son's birthday today, and so last night we celibrated by having cake/ice cream and watching the movie cop-out. It is absolutely helarious. I laughed so hard at that movie :P

Dear Journal/Readers,

This will be a short post, but I wanted to share with you the best diss I ever heard which came recently when I was at work.

A man and his son walk into my taco bell, man is about 50's and son is 20's or 30s. They order, and it's quite clear they are annoyed at something. It's more over the son that is annoyed than the father. The store is near dead at this point so I can follow their entire conversation as they sit down, this is a rough transcript:

[Dad] "So...I've been meaning to ask how was the flight?"
[Son] (answers in french)
[Dad] Okay...that's neat I didn't know you spoke french, so how was the flight?
[Son] (repeats answer in french)
*dad pauses to rub his forehead*
[Dad] Alright well how was the trip? You've been gone for months, all summer over there in France, anything interesting?
[Son] *takes bite of food* (responds in french)
[dad] That's getting a little annoying...okay well did you do anything interesting? come on anything at all?
[son] (responds in french again)
*dad pounds fist against table*
[dad] Okay goddammit I've had enough. I'm trying to have a civil conversation with you and you're acting like an immature child. Just because you spend one summer in France doesn't make you French!
[son] Well...is that so...cause just because you spent one night in my mom doesn't make you my dad.

(shock and awe ensues)

Dear Journal/Readers,

This will be a short post, but I wanted to share with you the best diss I ever heard which came recently when I was at work.

A man and his son walk into my taco bell, man is about 50's and son is 20's or 30s. They order, and it's quite clear they are annoyed at something. It's more over the son that is annoyed than the father. The store is near dead at this point so I can follow their entire conversation as they sit down, this is a rough transcript:

[Dad] "So...I've been meaning to ask how was the flight?"
[Son] (answers in french)
[Dad] Okay...that's neat I didn't know you spoke french, so how was the flight?
[Son] (repeats answer in french)
*dad pauses to rub his forehead*
[Dad] Alright well how was the trip? You've been gone for months, all summer over there in France, anything interesting?
[Son] *takes bite of food* (responds in french)
[dad] That's getting a little annoying...okay well did you do anything interesting? come on anything at all?
[son] (responds in french again)
*dad pounds fist against table*
[dad] Okay goddammit I've had enough. I'm trying to have a civil conversation with you and you're acting like an immature child. Just because you spend one summer in France doesn't make you French!
[son] Well...is that so...cause just because you spent one night in my mom doesn't make you my dad.

(shock and awe ensues)

Dear Journal/Readers,

First off I wanted to say that I've had a bunch of really good things happen. I'll start off with my mother's visit. That's right, my mom actually came to visit me for once. My mother and my older sister and her son my nephiew Josh came up to see the new place and give me general housewarming wishes. My nephiew has gotten so big! He's almost as tall as me now, and is so handsom. He just turned 10 on the 1st of september, and he's going to get even taller, that I know for sure. I found out he too is into D&D, and that he is oh so excited about it. So I gave him my set of purple/gold (one of my favorites) dice, my matching box of D6's, my very FIRST D20 ever, and my dreaded Black D20 of death. The black D20 of death used to be flat black with gold #'s, but I scratched out the gold so it was all flat black. I was tired of people looking at my dice when I rolled so I did this so in the low light of the area I was gaming I could roll it and not have to worry about someone peaking at what I rolled. Mind you I did this more as a DM than a player! Last I gave him my copies of 1st Edition D&D books, origional print. I figured, while they are valluable and while they are a collector's item, what good are they going to do me sitting on my shelf in their dust jackets just...well...collecting dust? Josh seemed happy at his birthday presents. It'd be the first presents I'd given him in years. Without a real ability to afford anything I had to give him something. I have like a bajillion dice laying around and dice bags, and I figured the best thing i could do for an up and comming D&D fan was to give him something really nice. When I was his age, my father had just died and I was being forced to move out of my house in with my mother and change schools back to the conservative catholic school she had me attending. I was so depressed at the time. That's when my friends at the time, the Dentlers, invited me in to play D&D. In keeping with the tradition since my older sister (his mother) gave me my first set of dice and books, I gave him his first set of dice and books :)

Similarly, while he is having a bad time due to realtionship problems, my co-worker Donnie came by on sunday and hung out for Marvel rp. He took over my husband Randy's character of Chaos. I have to say that Chaos really came alive in Donnie. He was so active, so bright eyed and vibrant. I was very thrilled.

Likewise this week, I'm not having to get up at 7 in the morning every day to start work at 10. Seph has been working later in the day so now I'm able to sleep in untill 9 ish. I feel so much more rested. Granted he needs the sleep far more than I do, but I enjoy sleeping in regardless.

Getting geared up for the con! Squee! Im happy! Going to have to get my paycheck today and pre-rej. Anyway, Chat with you all later!

Dear Readers/Journal,

Today marks the start of my Taco Bell's newest invention: The Flatbread Chicken Sandwitch. I have to say they're pretty damn nummy. I haven't really had alot of flatbread in my life, so this was a pretty new and incredible sensation for me to experience. I like food! And admittedly I'm quite picky about what I eat, so I was slightly skeptical about the idea. The sandwitch comes with grilled all-white-meat chicken, three cheeze blend, and our creamy chipotle sauce and we fold it over and put it in a steamer to make an incredibly nice tasting sandwitch. I so far have no complaints about it, only that due to the design of the flatbread the chipotle has a tendancy to glob up and splooge out the sides. It can make eating quite messy.

We're also getting the 12 Taco Party Pack. That's 12 hard or 12 soft tacos for 10$ (before tax). That's a pretty good deal considering normally the tacos are .99$ per taco, so you're getting a discount on the last two. It's a nice price. I am predicting though that my Battle Ground customers are going to go ga ga over the Sandwitch though, perhaps they might like the meal...dunno hard to tell

Randy told me that his McDonalds is doing a deal themselves. 50 Chicken nuggets for 20$. I dont even know what to think about that.

Dear Journal/Readers,

No this isn't another rant about how much my life sucks, this is more of a think-tank. For years the concept of hell has fascinated me and frightened me at the same time. Ever since I was a kid and being raised as a Catholic (yes a catholic), all I ever heard about was how hell sucked and how it was most likely everyone was going there.

First, Appearance:

Most TV shows and movies always seems to depict hell as some sort of fiery underworld. I continuously see a vast underground cavern, pits of lava, and superheated air. Sometimes there is a sky but it's made out of either smoke or fire. Dante's Inferno (the book not the video game), depicts hell in multiple layers with various features on each depending on what sin got you there. D&D describes hell in the same way, only with 9 layers of hell instead of 7 but each layer having it's own unique topography. In later additions of D&D however the appearance of the 6th layer has changed. It was throughout many years an angled slope of a steep volcano, from which boulders would constantly roll down. You had to be on your toes constantly or you could fall off the edge and if you did, you ceased to exist. Now it's a land like you're walking through someone's insides; there are lakes of bile and stomach acid, giant boils and zits, a forest of hair... (shudder)

Then you have other movies that depict hell that aren't so mainstream. Take "What Dreams May Come", a Robin Williams movie. I was intrigued at their depiction of hell as just being a pretty rotten and miserable place to exist. I distinctly remember the entrance to hell being an aircraft carrier named The Cerebus. It was rather interesting.

I saw a documentary on people who had "near death" experiences. It had described the usual people who saw the light and heard voices saying "its not your time" and hearing the long lost voices of their lost family members. But it more importantly focused on the few that said they saw hell. The first guy described hell as a prison cell. There was no where to sit but the floor and it was ice cold, no windows, and only the most bare minimum of light to remind you of why you were there. Everything was just cold and concrete or metal. Every so often he'd get fed, but never enough. Each meal he received was just under what he needed to cure his hunger and thirst, and just made him desire food and water more. The biggest torture of all was no one would tell him why he was there, and this was his existence until he was revived. Another woman described hell as a choking crushing blackness that just envelops you and prevents you from really seeing or doing anything. All you can really do is float there and try to breathe, and that's a constant struggle against the oppressive weight of this place.

Now here's my take on hell. Weather it exists or not I am not fully convinced of. I had the concept of hell driven into me ever since I was a child. I was told "bad people go to hell" and "sinners go to hell". I was told I was going there since I was gay, and because of my sexual kinks, and because I stopped going to church and because I denounced god...all sorts of things. I believed for the longest time because I have an attraction towards cubs and because I have had intercourse with animals I was definitely going to hell. Then thanks to some religious propaganda, I thought I was going to hell because of even the littlest things. This Chick Publications pamphlet described a fairly average guy, someone that could be just about anyone we know dies and ends up in hell because of all the little things he did. It even tallied up the sins he committed when he was a very young child and quotes some bible verse that says that your sins are always tallied and youth/ignorance is never an excuse or something akin. If that is the case, then South Park pretty much had it right with the population of heaven just being a thousand or so, and the population of Hell skyrocketing into utter disarray. By that logic, that means everyone goes to hell when they die and gets punished for every bad thing they've done for all eternity to suffer and rot and rythe and never receive any comfort.

...and then there's the issue of weather or not you even get punished at all. If the "devil" tempts you to commit sin, why would he punish you for doing what he wanted? If that was the case he'd be doing "God's" will, and typically throughout every mythos I've come across the entity that represents "the devil" (despite the concept of a devil and a single entity of evil being a purely christian thing) He has no desire to do his master's will. Lore states that Lucifer the Morningstar was placed in charge of Hell as punishment for challenging god. His job was to police and govern the souls of hell until the end of days. Well, first off here's the issue. Why would Lucifer in theory want to tempt souls into hell then? My logic tells me that the only reason to tempt souls into hell was to "protect" them from God or just to spite god and keep them out of heaven. I would suspect and think that god would want souls in heaven so he can be close to the people he created, if he truly "loves us". So why punish the people in hell? Generally don't you want to reward people for what you want? On the other side of the coin I can see how he'd want to lure people in and then take out his anger and frustration at being stuck in hell on the souls tapped there so he takes out his problems on "us". But more realistic I can see hell as a place where everyone can live out every sin they've ever wanted without inhibition. An instant-gratification paradise where people can do whatever they please. I see it more as an inverted utopia of sorts. You wanna fuck little kids, well there they are go do it. You wanna steal and murder, well there's plenty of stuff to steal so get out there and do it. To me it seems like a game where everyone gets to do whatever they want, but at another person's expense.

Now my vision of hell? Hell if it exists, would in my opinion be custom tailored to fit the individual and not have a constant basis for existence. Hell is whatever environment could presumably be the most uncomfortable/unbearable for you to have to spend the rest of eternity locked in. Take me, I am afraid of lava and fire and anything really hot. I hate bugs and stuff related to insects. So I can imagine that my hell would look alot like your typical hell where I am constantly crawling with bugs and standing on hot rocks next to lava - or worse I'm forced to have to live in the lava burning and suffering for all time. That's what I at least think It would be like.

Personally the concept of hell just seems like something created by Christianity to scare you into behaving. Its not unlike the old "boogey man" tactic. IE if you dont do your chores the boogy man will get you, if you don't do exactally as I say, this will happen to you. Parents have used it for centuries to get kids to behave it's just the M.O. has changed as time has gone along. I honestly don't think it exists. I'm afraid of the possibility that it does, but that's also because I've had all that brain-washing.

So does hell exist?

Dear Journal/Readers,

Once more I am sitting across the street from my place of employment, and I'm quite dreading another day of work. So I decided that I would sit down and write out some more of my thoughts before I get my 6+ hour day of hell going.

I have been trying to save up money for rainfurrest but due to the way paychecks went and expenses, I had to refill food for the house, which means I had to dip into the funds I'd put aside to save for rain furrest. I was intending to save 150$ for the con, perhaps more, but so far I haven't been able too really. I want to have money to be able to buy things at the convention but if this keeps up it's likely I won't be able to get anything done. Frustrating.

Likewise I had a frustrating time with my neighbor's son Jacob. He annoys the living hell out of me. Yes he has "special needs" and yes he has mental issues, but it just drives me completely bat-shit how he does things. He has little to no tact, lies (and not well), and has this tendancy to ease-drop on people's conversations and hover. Randy thinks I'm being irrational, but I'm quite on-edge as of late.

I do love you all however. There is some good news!

Wow related...

...but still good news.

For those of you that play wow, I managed to nab my Albino Drake, which is rewarded for getting the achievement "Leading the Cavalry" which intails obtaining 50 mounts. http://www.wowhead.com/achievement=2143 . I busted my tail to get that, and it was quite expensive, but I like my albino drake (heart!)


Similarly I was able to get the tabard that I have been grinding for 7 months for, http://www.wowhead.com/item=31780/scryers-tabard . The Scryers Tabard. Yeah, it's an old tabard, and yeah it's burning crusaide but what the heck! It was the coolest looking of hte old ones and put me closer to my goal of 25 tabards so I can get the tabard of the achiever. http://www.wowhead.com/item=40643 . I also got, http://www.wowhead.com/item=31781#sold-by , the Sha'tar tabard. I am now one away. I have to say though one of the coolest ones and one I want so bad for my alliance guys, is http://www.wowhead.com/item=45579 The Darnassus Tabard. So awesome looking!

Dear Journal/Readers

http://technolog.msnbc.msn.com/_new.....ain?gt1=-43001

So I was watching this video, and apparently this woman is just walking down the street, and out of no where she decides to toss this cat in the garbage. The cat seems openly friendly and cuddly, and just wanting of some attention. There is a green garbage can right next to her and for no explicable reason she tosses the poor kitty inside of the garbage. It makes no sense. The only thing that would make any sense was if, you guessed it, this video was fake. It's not uncommon these days, someone will fake a video and get a recording of it just so they can become the next internet sensation. "Look at me!!!" Syndrome. It started with America's Funniest Home Video's back in the day, now it's you-tube. Watch the video for yourself, and make up your own mind, but regardless cat winds up in garbage can.

So for those of you that have been following my journal, you may know that my neighbor Tommas and I haven't been getting along lately. Well you'll be pleased to know that Tommas and I have as of last week burried the hatchet. That's right, we acted like grown-ups and shook hands and made nice-nice. This came as a result of the propane guy, here let me explain:

We have a big ass propane tank that serves the lot's gas needs. Well it happens to be right under where I'm living. The gas guy came and wasn't sure which tank to fill since there is an older redundant tank on the oppisite side of the church. So Tommas and his wife Michelle were trying to explain they were sure it was "my" tank that was the one to fill. I threw some clothes on (got to love nudity at home), and stepped outside to help. Tommas seemed nice and lucid, and seemed with-it. I had heard from Michelle that he'd been laid-out with a really bad series of seizures and that he was not well. I was actually glad to see he was up and about. So I asked him how he was doing, and he looked down at himself as if to gesture "what do you think?" with body language. I said "Well you look good." and he smiled and said thanks and that he felt much better. With the ice broken I walked over and shook hands and apologized if I did anything to agrovate the situation. He explained to me that when he has the seizures it can impair his judgement and his greater cognative reasoning faculties quite harshly and make him prone to dimentia-like outbursts. So that's why he flipped out on me + randy that day. It really wasn't his fault.

Additionally I've spoken with his daughters and son, and everything seems to be going fine. So I can go back to the way things should be which is nice and peaceful.

And I should mention...god DAMN! Tommas' oldest daughter is FINE! I rarely ever get attracted to females just off the bat but she fits my ideal woman: flat chested, like flat as a board, slender, sleek, muscular, strong personality, sweet smile, and incredibly smart. She's about 18, and boy does she make my heart flutter whenever I see her.

Work is obnoxious as ever. My manager Jessica (not the spanish one) has just come back with a tattoo on her arm. She, dosent cover her tattoo up, while I have to cover mine up for some reason. >.<

http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y7.....Picture010.jpg
http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y7.....cture002-1.jpg
http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y7.....s/DSC00840.jpg

These are the three tattoos visible on my forearms. The first two are on my right arm, the last on my left. They tell me I can't have them shown cause they "might" be offensive, and that I have "too many". Yet a co-worker named Ken had a cross on his forearm. Well, that offends me, but oh no its okay "because it's a cross." That is just insane. I want to be able to take off this damned undershirt that I have to wear, especially with temperatures in the 90's and being a perticularly fat man Its unberible under this shirt.

On the bright side, Im getting more hours. Not in the way that I expected however. I normally work 4-5 hour days and just work multiples of those shifts. Now I'm working 2 days a week, but getting one 7 hour shift and then a 5 hour shift. It's really not much, but it works....I suppose. Least I'm keeping us fed for the most part, that's all that matters. In fact that's the only reason I haven't quit yet. I hate to sound like a broken record, but I really do hate this job. If it wasn't for the fact that I really do need this job I'd get off this computer now, walk home, and go cuddle my husband.

So  sephirem23 and I are going to Rain Furrest in Seattle next month. So any of you that are going to be in the greater seattle area for Rain Furrest in September, feel free to come by and see us.

Dear Journal/Readers

Finally got my internet fixed today, and interestingly enough found out some more information revolving around who might have cut it.

So an electrician comes into my work, someone that was supposed to be working on the failing septic system at my house. I saw him the day of the incident, and figured he might know what happened. After talking with him he seemed to lay the blame on Tom, my already unstable neighbor. I called Randy and told him what the guy said, Randy thought that was strange and told me he'd spoken with Dimitrius, the oldest son of Tom (someone we get along with very well btw despite everything) and he had said he saw the Electrician's kids running around with a pair of clippers playing about.

So I'm leaning towards this guy or his kids, but either way that puts him at fault. I'm going to find out if this guy works for himself or if he has a boss, because I'm definitely going to report what happened either way. I don't like going 4 days without internet, one day is bad enough!

Dear Journal/Readers

So it's officially my half an hour break as I write this, so Im going to take some time to write some additional thoughts that I've come up with since writing http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/1639400/ this morning.

MUSICAL INSPIRTATION:

I've been feeling musucally inspired and I haven't a clue as to why. I find myself bursting out into song at work, and swishing my tail as I get things done. It could be that I've increased the ammount of shugar in my diet lately (despite being diabetic) or maybe I'm just insane. Regardles I was singing all sorts of 70's and 80's classics while I got things ready today at Taco Bell. I kind-of got to, if I'm going to keep from going utterly insane.

GROUND 0 MOSQUE + GAY BAR:

Okay so I see this article on MSN news earlier that somebody wants to build a gay bar next door to the muslem mosque that is intended to be built at ground zero as a wat to try to end the years of homophobia in the Muslem community and a way to try to strengthen the bonds between the communities. This was the first I'd heard of it, as I had read that "they" were going to be building a Mosque at the World Trade Center's ground zero. There are all kinds of people up in arms over the issue, getting all sorts of angry and pssy over the idea. Personally I say let them do it. While I myself still believe that this is all a big scam anyway and a government cover-up, why not let them build a Mosque there? Cause muslems died in that attack too ya know (and I'm not talking about the pilots...you smartasses.) Regardless, I think that the more exposure to different cultures that the people of new york have, the possibility that they just might get over their prejudices.

THE HEAT:

I'll be short on this one. It's friggin hot here. Supposed to get to be 105F today. Don't ask me to break that into Celcius for all you wierdos out there. It's like....um...40 out?

Anyway that's all I can think of at the moment. I'll write more later. Chaio.

Dear Journal/Readers,

I don't have a terrible ammount of time to write this entry, but I wanted to do an update before I started work. So Im going to write down the finer bullet-points of what's been going on in the last few days.

Precious, my neighbor's adorable little kitten, has taken a liking to tormenting my tomcat Haku. She dosent even activelydo anything other than get close and stare at him. Haku just growls and hisses then runs away from her only to be chased down then cornered by her again. There was an adorable part where they were on seperate levels of my coffee table with Precious above Haku and Precious just slowly stalking him. We've been tempted to see what happenes when they get really "close" but at the moment we're not sure. Haku when Mephesto was still alive was quite the fighter, but it would seem he's turned into quite the...pussy?

Either way, it's helarious.

I've been enjoying a wonderful RP session with my husband, playing the Marvell(r.) Tabletop RP game. One of the super-heroes he's running with is based off the uber sexy otter in this pic http://www.furaffinity.net/view/4306526/ by  Tsampikos Called "The Trap". She has the power of suggestion, and aquatic based powers, and the "power" to drive gay men insane.

On the other side of things, some m-fker decided to cut my internet line this weekend. The actuall comcast internet line that comes from the box and goes up the outside of the wall to my aprtment - cut and torn. It was a clear intended cut, and not by any means an accident. The fckers decided to wait untill I was not present to do so, waiting till Adrian (seph) and I had gone out to take care of our shopping. I honestly am not sure who did it, but I can narrow it down to a few choice individuals. Regarless, my landlady and landlord aren't happy, and I am not either. This is...almost high-school level antics and behavior. This is sophomoric at best. I am seriously thinking about slapping up fake security cameras just to deterr such actions in the future, perhaps even legitimate cameras. Not sure yet.

Well I only have 5 minutes before work, I'll check back on my 1/2 an hour break. Love you all!

Dear Journal/Readers

As of this morning my landlady came by to fix this situation with my derelict neighbor Levi. After an inspection of his apartment and Levi's continual failure to return her calls, she assumes he's skipped town and has abandoned his living quarters and furniture. Nifty for us, cause even as I write this I'm going through the process of cleaning out that mess he left.

So far out of the deal we've made off with the following:

2 couches, one brown leather vintage and the other white and covered with roses
1 DVD of The Secret of Nymh (score!)
1 high-tec digital watch
4 dressers
2 beds
7 Cabinets.

I am quite excited about this. The only dampener on the situation is the entire time randy and I have been cleaning, Tom the grumpy African American neighbor next door had been giving us all the stink-eye. Then just as Randy was leaving to get his check he stormed off in a rage muttering and having some sort of heated discussion with his wife Michelle. I have no clue what happened, but fuck it I'm tired of his anger issues anyhow.

I'll write more about the moving process in the next day or so. Toodles!

Dear Readers/Journal,

On to part 2.

Well I promise that much of this will get better, but let me get this story rolling again.

Work has been a bit of a pain over the last few months. As time has gone on, my hold on my job just seems to be slipping. Sometimes I get near 30 hours a week, then I'll go a solid month of 10's, only getting 2 days a week. While the time is nice to be able to relax and chill on wow, it's certainly not helping my checkbook. It also doesn't help that because of the fact that we're being upgraded to the new apartment that our rent is also going up by 100$

Yeah, go figure that one. Come to find out that our landlord in all of his infinite wisdom didn't realize that he couldn't actually rent out the lot like he was doing. So more or less we were all in an illegal set-up and to avoid complications I was told that my husband and I are to move into Levi's old apartment - but because it's bigger/more space we have to pay an extra 100$ on it. (groan)

Getting back to work, yeah, I am starting to get to the point where it's only because of necessity that I keep going. Otherwise, if I had the opportunity to quit, I would have ages ago. There is little redeeming factors to my taco bell, though sometimes I am genuinely surprised. But, i am beginning to feel less and less enthused. Similarly it doesn't help that due to  sephirem23 's work scheduling him at 0800 every weekday, I have to get up early and arrive 2.5 hours early to work every morning that I work. This is because I don't have any other ride to work other than walking and I wont even begin to get into how undesirable that is to me.

Lets see, so my mother also had an accident at work and broke her shoulder so badly it had to be replaced. Similarly she is also beginning the process of preparing for surgery to get a new kidney - since bad kidney's are a frequent thing in her family. I can't say I didn't see it coming, but it doesn't mean I wanted it to come at all. I hate to see her suffering - or rather hear about her suffering. It makes me feel bad and not want to call/talk to her only because I have nearly nothing cheerful to talk to her about and the last thing I want her to have to do is worry about me when her strength needs to be at it's best.

Well, all the bad stuff aside, lets move onto the good. It's not much, but things are getting better. I've dove fully into W.O.W and left Second Life in the dust. W.O.W is just far more entertaining! While I can't have an entirely customizable furry avatar and while I can't have a giant prim glowing penis if i wanted, what it does have it has in Aces. Right now my main is a level 80 Blood Elf Paladin (ret), Damionstjame if you want to look him up on the realm of Draenor. I've put great work and effort into him, and by golly Ive unlocked some pretty damn cool stuff in the process.

Second Life is good and all, but realistically I have to say I only used it in the last 6 months to get laid. I log on, cum, then log off. There's nothing really left for me there. While my good friend Yuki has got me back into a Star Trek Rp, I don't know how long it's going to last only because of my work schedule and my RL hectic situation at the moment. But...I can give it a shot a day or two a week.

Randy has got into the Percy Jackson series. I'm half and half interested in it. I heard about it and the more Randy tells me about it I'm becoming decreasingly interested. It's hard for me to hold interest mainly because it's so hyped, but much like a movie that has it's best parts in the previews it's just hard to get into it.

At the moment, Im finding it harder to write about anything good, because randy keeps trying to talk to me while Im writing this and Im growing more and more impatient. So Im just going to stop here.

Dear Readers/Journal,

Here I am once again, forgetting to update this damned thing. I don't know why I keep forgetting. I blame W.O.W this time :P

At present, things are...marginal. I've had to deal with a great deal of stress lately, and I'm not happy about it - not a bit.

Let me catch you up on some of the most recent events happening around me.

So it really goes back a few months ago. If I haven't mentioned it already, let me make sure you are all abridged. Sean my landlord decided to start renting out various parts of the property as apartments: The Church Apartment, Church Basement, and House. A man in his late 20's by the name of Levi started renting the Church apartment. An African American man and his rather large family decided to move into the house, his name is Tom.  sephirem23 and his girlfriend live in the Church basement.

And for a while...all was well...

Then for some reason [yeah right] Levi lost his job. Since then, he spent day-in and day-out, lazing around his portion of the property drinking, and letting his many many kids of his own run amok. As time went on we started to realize just how much of a slacker this guy was. He was stealing toilet paper from  sephirem23's bathroom, leaving all kinds of dirty dishes in the community kitchen, and even left moldy coffie sitting in a coffie maker for practically as long as he was living there. Eventually I lost my temper with that, And stuck his coffie maker on the stairs leading to his apartment so he would see it and have to do something about it. Too this day, Levi has done nothing but nudge it aside and ignore the moldy brew completely. I'm not his babysitter so I've done as much with it as I'm going to do.

So, recently,  sephirem23 and I were playing D&D together for one of our private role-play sessions involving his Anthro Tiger Scout Luke. We could hear doors slamming, and eventually the drunken girlfriend of Levi comes to my door asking me to fix her Cell Phone, and then pushes her way inside my house ininvited. After showing her out and calling the cops since she was obviously quite drunk she stole Levi's car and drove off with it. She was caught very quickly.

A week later, I had just finished a perticularly long session of W.O.W, and it was at roughly 0200hrs (2 am) that I heard some fighting outside my house. Grabbing my MAG-Lite flashlight I stepped outside where two men I'd never seen before were in the middle of a bloody fist fight (the blood stains are still on the ground to this day). I more or less say "The fuck is going on here?!" and the agressor on top said "He tried to bumrush me" to which I said. "Knock that shit off or I'll beat the stupid out of you both, get the fuck out of here!" And I proceeded to call the police. The men, walked next door (to the next lot over), and chilled. When Clark Co. Sherrif's department showed up they were told what happened by me, and took quite possibly one of the most uninterested stances I'd seen and drove off after saying that since the fight was over it was resolved and therefore there was nothing they could do. I saw Idiot 1 & 2 pacing around, and I was so paniced I proceeded to walk the 2-5 miles to my Husband  randalfin 's work. I hung out there for 2 hours, then went home a wreck

The next day, Randy ( randalfin) and I were just sitting around playing D&D together ourselves, when we could hear something hit the side of our house. We opened the door and it was Tom's/Levi's kids playing Horseshoes; a horseshoe had gone astray and struck our house since they'd put the ringer only a few feet from our door. (BTW if anyone wants to know what our lot looks like, just google map Sean's Astronomy Shop, mine is the small white hut to the right with the Red car parked in front of it.). We asked them if they could move to the more open part of the lot so they wouldn't be hitting our house. Then slipped back inside. Less than an hour later, we hear tom screaming at the top of his lungs, and we step outside where he's having to be forcibly restrained by 3 people. He proceeds to yell at me and randy all sorts of threats, saying "Oh I better not catch any of you two out here alone..." and "You too much of a girly man to say something to my face?" and "Im not afriad to go to jail tonight! Imm'a goin jail tonight!" We tried to ascess what was going on but Levi was being less than helpful, and Tom's kids were giving us the "Blackatude". Ya know, where they start bobing their heads and waists to practically every sylablle they forcibly drag out...making it feel like you're being rapped at. The kids told us that if we didn't know why Tom was mad at us, they weren't going to tell us.

So, I spent the rest of the day in fear and spent the night at  sephirem23 's apartment... well till about 3 am when I walked back over to my house to sleep.

Oh wait...there's more...

So the next day was Sunday Marvel Game since I finished my D&D session with the group. My good friend Jeff happenes to be a licenced armed security guard, so I asked him to wear his sidearm since I was so scared and frightened. Levi, decided to make comments to jeff as he walked to get sodas from my fridge and bring them to the comunity basement, such as "Oh it takes a big man to wear a gun kids..." to his children. Then he proceeds to come down into the basement and tell jeff, not ask but tell jeff to take off his gun because "people weren't comfortable". He then in his drunken state proceeds to tell us "Guns kill people", and that "Liquor dosent" before anyone even could make a comment about liquor. We bantered and argued, and he made an ass out himself even further despite his girlfrend begging him to let it go and walk away.

Since, Levi has been evicted, however he is Squatting at the moment last time I checked. I'm supposed to be moved into his apartment but he is sure as hell dragging his feet. Tom, we found out why he was mad. When he was walking over to my house to politely tell me to leave the telling of the kids what to do to the parents, he thought he heard someone say Nigger. And, he thought it came from my place.

Yeah....so...thats it for now. I'll post part 2 later

Dear Journal/Readers,

I am in such a good mood at the moment. I have to start off by saying that watching the price is right has always been a fun experience for me. Rather I do prefer the Bob-barker era Price is Right over the Drew Carey version - but that's mostly because I never really was a huge fan of Drew. He's not bad but watching the Price is Right with Bob was kind of part of my mornings growing up (especially if I stayed home sick).

Well what has me on that kick? Well I was "youtubing" and I came across this series of videos revolving around Price is Right fail moments and win moments where people had done some truly epic things in the shows history. Like the guy who guessed on the dollar exactly right in the final showcase showdown - or this guy http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QezIBLK5WHg&feature=related . Personally, I'd have wanted to punt that guy off the stage. I'd be like "You ass!!" Then there were the instances where people were bidding against one another in the initial bidding game and ya know someone would bid like 1000 dollars and someone would bid 1001 dollars just to piss the fuck out of the guy or woman next to them, then a fight breaks out. Now see those were hilarious cause Bob never missed his marks and always hit the nail on the head. Or better yet, you'd get those women that would kiss bob on the cheek then occasionally you get those guys that kiss Bob too and bob is just like "Well!" in a playful dry humorous voice.

Well the videos went on and on. I saw a video of a guy on the big wheel who just had to beat 10 cents. Anything could have beat it...but the guy spun .05 cents. He span a nickel! I was...needless to say stunned. Or there was the guy who spun the wheel, and proposed to his girlfriend in the audience, just in time to hit the 1.00$ prize and win 1000 bucks. These are the little moments that make life worth living. Seeing those nifty little moments on these shows.

Well life seems to be doing okay. I'm kicking back right now after having (perhaps more than I should have) Taco Bell for dinner. Since finding out I'm diabetic, I have been weening myself off my sweets and bad foods, it's a slow trip but I'm getting there. I had 2 shrimp tacos and 8 taquitos for dinner tonight, so I think I probably gorged myself quite thoroughly . But...it was so good (whine).

I've discovered (well not so much discovered more found out the name of) a radio station that had been playing on the Ordo's stream in Second Life. It plays absolutely epic movie soundtracks all day long. It's the perfect thing for me to listen to when I'm playing WOW (which by the way I'm now level 72!). It's Cinemix.us if you wanna check it out. It's like...All movies, including animes and classic movies. I've heard Indiana Jones, Batman, Spirited Away, Princess Moninoke, Crimson tide, Edward Scizzorhands...it's epic. OOo the Dark Crystal theme is playing right now.

Work was another slow week, but then again I mentioned that already.

As for  sephirem23 moving in goes, we managed to get more of the basement painted and over the next 3 days he's going back and forth moving in, eventually rending a U-haul or something to do one big move. I look forward to getting it all over and done with. Moving has been one of the biggest causes of anxiety in my life (even when it's not me moving). I've had to move many times as a kid: I moved from my house on Morris Ave. as a kid in West Covina into my Grandmother's house in B. Hills california, then to San Diego, then to Portland, then from my Dad's in Portland to my Mom's. Then my Mom's to a new house, then to yet another new house, then back into the house before that, then to the Job Corps...and so on and so on. I hate moving, just cause I like being able to be in one spot and know where I'm going to be. I'm just glad  sephirem23 is going to be all taken care of.

As for RP goes, my husband's character in my private WOD game that I run with him met Final Death. Unfortunately It was a combination of me overpowering a baddy and him biting off more than he could chew. I'm frustrated with the whole situation. As much as I love my husband he's a very demanding and difficult person to please (which he admits as a fault). He likes things to be done a certain way, and I like to wing-it sometimes. I suppose WOD (White Wolf) just isn't a system that I can properly rp with Randy. To date, I've only ever really done one good campaign that went from start to finish that didn't wind up with anyone getting pissed. That was his Kayla Green campaign. That game ended up with him eliminating the human race and repopulating it with werewolves.

Eh. On the bright side, least he was just "upset" and didn't go into a full on tantrum like has been his custom when he doesn't get his way. I just try to Chillax and not let what he says get under my skin. It's part of being married I think, just letting some things go and picking your battles.

BTW, I want to see "How to train your dragon" so much. It looks adorable, and funny. Well perhaps even sexy but that's because I'm a furry. I mean -tch- come on!

I received many compliments today over my tank skills on WOW today. I got a rather good group while running Uthgart (spelling?) keep. I tanked it and people said I did much better. It's definitely uplifting to know I can kick fanny. I'm going to have to keep working at it.

Final thoughts? Um Water rocks! I'm so glad I'm off soda now. I have so much more energy that I've kicked sprite full-time. I maybe have 1 Sprite a week or two weeks, otherwise it's all H2O. I love it, it's so much healthier for me.

Anyway take care yall

Dear Journal and readers,

Once more I find that I am playing the Catch-up game with my journal, so I'm going to do the best that I can in order to catch you up.

 sephirem23 is in the process of painting and moving into the church basement next to my house. I'm excited and disappointed at the same time. I'll get to see him more often, but then again I won't get to spend much intimate time with him either. Ah well, at least I know he'll be safe and he wont have to worry about loosing his home. I was actually able to pay 600$ of the 1000$ deposit they needed to move in. And now,  sephirem23 has his job back so he'll be in the money soon. I'm glad for that.

Speaking of my work, it's still a constant downhill slide for me. The trouble isn't my conversations, it's my till coming up short. It's rather annoying. I'm usually very careful about the money I hand back as change, but apparently I'm getting increasingly short with every little exchange. 50 cents, 1$, 2.5$, 4$... It is driving me up the wall. In the prior cases I was just sure that it was because other people were using my till, but I suppose now that I look at it, I just suck.

Things with my husband are good. No complaints. We got a little RP done last night, and our sexual activities have increased as of late. I'm glad for that. -wags tail-. Though as of late he's taken a bit ill, bad cold/flu. I'm likely to come down with it next. It's how it normally goes: He catches, passes to me. Least we have plenty of medicine to take care of us.

My D&D sessions for Chapter III are nearing a close. So I'm Excited. Likewise, I'm excited that  sephirem23 's white wolf (WOD) game is about to end only because I've been waiting to reveal a certain plot point to him. Little does he know that....wait a minute :P Anyway it'll be fun.  sephirem23 is going to lead the group in a Vampire the Masquerade game set in WW2. I'm eager to play that.

Other than that I can't think of anything to write for now.

Dear Readers/Journal,

Once again I seem to have let time get away with me, and I have neglected my journal. Then again I've had alot on my plate, so I'm going to catch you all up.

So here's the story:

For those of you that don't know, I was previously diagnosed as a Diabetic. The doctors at my initial screening told me (mind you this is roughly a year ago) that I didn't produce enough sugar, so I needed to ingest more sugar latent things. So I did, thinking that was the answer.

Well as some of you may have read I had an infection on the foreskin of my penis. Well I went to the Free Clinic of SW Washington and after visiting found out it was a yeast infection. So, they gave me some anti-yeast stuff to help get rid of it, though then they told me there was more.

They had done a urine analysis for me, and then a blood-draw. They had discovered that my blood-sugar level was way too high, and that I was classified as full-blown Diabetic. Likewise they told me after going to the doctors I'm showing the early signs of Kidney leakage. Witch is not good to say the least.

So as it stands I've bought my blood-meeter, my extra strips, my lancer (that's the thing that draws blood), band-aids, and a nifty carrying case for all of it. I'm also on a pair of prescriptions: Metformin and Lisinopril. One is supposed to lower my blood-sugar, the other my blood pressure. I have to get both down in order to get rid of this infection I have going in my nether-region. Since yeast feeds on sugar and apparently I'm rich in it.

I think the hardest thing that I'm having to deal with is the fact my diet is going to drastically change. That, and I'm also supposed to get out and do more exercise. I admit I've become lazy. I used to do pro-wrestling and sports at school. I used to walk everywhere I went. Being out here in battleground has both stunted and denied the physical side of my activities. Perhaps I've taken the first steps by admitting I have a problem: I'm a lazy cuss. I just prefer sedimentary activities. Well, there is sex...which I do enjoy. My lover and husband both know this. But sex is out for the most part, least I can't top anybody for now. And...well masturbating is like negotiating a mine-field. Either way, I need to get out and do things. I need to start walking more, or at least hit a gym.

Perhaps with a new job...

That's another thing. I've had it up to -here- with Taco Bell. I was written up for talking to a guest that happens to be an off-duty friend about my recent diagnosis. Apparently that isn't allowed, because it counts as bringing my personal life into the work place. My friends bring up valid arguments, that if this is the case then what about all the pregnant women that work there that discuss with customers their pregnancy? It doesn't seem at all fair. I made it clear to my managers that I signed the write-up out of protest since I really couldn't leave until it was signed. I wrote that I contested the write up on the grounds that it really wasn't fair and an invasion of my right to communicate with my friends while working. I brought up the point that if the work is getting done or is done, then I should be free to talk to them.

I decided that I am going to look for another job, something that is possibly hiring at better hours and wages and may even offer medical. At the moment I only go to taco-bell out of necessity and fear of my husband's wrath if I quit prematurely. I don't think I'm going to just up and quit, but the fact that every day I go into work I find myself talking more about the negatives than the positives is a clear sign I need to change carers.

Dear Readers/Journal

I'm just doing a quickie before bed.

I'm kicking back right now after taking a nice shower. It feels good to be able to actually wash your hair and properly condition it. Though, one thing that is annoying is still not having a vehicle all to ourselves. I get annoyed that we have no working car, because if we suddenly need something I have to wait until someone can/will drive me/us to our destination. I never liked having to rely on other people or even public transportation to get around. I liked having the Van, and the few times I was able to drive it. I could go when/where I wanted to. Though I suppose one thing I do need to do, and that's actually go out and get my driver's license.

Yeah...never got it. I'm almost 30 years old and I still don't have it.

BTW, I hate taxes...

Dear Readers and Journal,

This entry will be a short one, as there's really not a whole lot to share.

I enjoyed gaming this weekend both with the Sniders and with my group on Sunday. Saturday game went fairly well. Though one thing that confused me was the player Adam's character whom up until this point had been trying to go out of his way to suggest that he doesn't like/trust mine decided to give me 2000gp because "I keep them alive and I needed to be able to buy tools to be able to continue to render that service." (Btw I'm playing my fursona of foxy Damion http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2821088/) We had gone at the request of the Mayor to resolve a conflict between said mayor and an evil wizard residing in a tower near to the town we were all in. Apparently the Blue dragon that flew over town and attacked my party happened to be the pet of the dragon that was allowed by the mayor to pick off miscreants, derelicts, and undesirables; IE the dragon was the "cleanup crew" and I managed to kill him when he came for me (and not in the sexual way unfortunately). So we go to this dark wizzard's tower, and just as I (OOC) figured, we'd wind up jumping through a bunch of hoops to get to the wizzard. These hoops involved going through a gauntlet of monsters that actually killed a fellow party member and brought me down to 5/65 hp. But we did it! We worked together. It marks the first time in a game that the Sniders actually really worked with me without argument.

In the sunday game the party reached the pinical of the Act that I was running them through. They are on Chapter III, Act II as of now. This same group has gone through 2 other campaigns and now they're working on closing down this one. Squee!! Anyway they had to take on/down a group of (due to a lack of anything better to call them) Dorks: Dorks being Dragon/Orks. They were brutal, efficient, and had superior numbers over this epic-level party. What they didn't have were weapons capable of hitting the party's leader (she has an 80 armor class at level 31 come on!) nor could they put enough damage out to the other 4 members of the party to be effective. The Dorks surrendered and were spared, sent down to watch over the more dumb/inbred Dorks the party had already conquered on the lower levels. Much to their chagrin and reluctance the Dorks complied and headed down-stairs. The party went up stairs to take on "The villain of Dracotopia's Ruins", a Demi-Dracolitch and his brood, and his foul abominable ooze creation. Sparing details aside, everyone in the party got a descent piece of the action. I was a bit disappointed in my final boss, mainly because he wasn't able to make the save vs. blindness that came from the Holy Smite spell cast upon him, which in turn made it impossible for him to use his most baddass ability: Trap the Soul. The Demilitch version of Trap the soul can be cast 8 times a day, however if a victim succeeds in their 36DC fort save against it then it doesn't count as a casting of the spell. If the victim saves, then they loose 4 levels. If they don't their body turns to mush and their soul gets trapped into one of the many gems on the Litch's person, in this case a crown adorned with 8 jewels.

Needless to say that battle could've gone better on my end. I blame the fact that I was running a bit tired, and that I have a lack of an ability to improve with villans. I tend to see a pattern of spells/spell-like abilities they can cast and I want to use them in a particular order: IE I hit the caster with X spell, the fighter with Y spell, yadda yadda yadda. Likewise I had issues with the fact that my Demi-Dracolitch could be blinded by the spell when under normal circumstances it would be immune to the effects of Blindness. Likewise it didn't help that when I rolled my D4 for the effects of time-stop I always rolled a 1.

As far as life goes, work sucked yesterday. Not because of politics or customers or being sick per-say, but because of this swelling in my foreskin and sensitivity in it. Walking around makes my foreskin rub against the inside of my pants, which hurts me. So it was a very uncomfortable 5 hours for me. I've asked for Weds off so I can go see a doctor, because my foreskin can't even be pulled back. That's not a matter of it just being painful, it physically can't be withdrawn cause it's so swollen.

Um, surprised my husband with some sex yesterday. I grabbed a silk handkerchief yesterday and jacked him off with it. He'd never experienced something like that, so he definably loved it. Due to my previously mentioned condition however, the fun was all for him. I remain regrettably blue-balled. Oh well.

Will write more later.

Dear Readers/Journal,

Yes, it's been a few days since I wrote and I've even neglected my analog journal. Then again the only person reminding me to write my journal isn't the one I asked to. But Whatever. So I'll begin on writing what's gone on.

Zombieland - Last night I went over to  sephirem23 's house to watch Zombieland. It was a wonderful rethink of your typical zombie flick. You have great acting and spot-on comedy, as well as zombies that are smarter and faster than you're average droning masses. While I myself am not a zombie-apocalypse enthusiast, I do find the whole survival scenario fun. It makes me wonder what I would do in that kind of a situation.

Work - Work was it's usual level of annoyance this week. Though, there admittedly wasn't all that much of it to really speak of. Randy has recently come down sick with a cold that's been passed around among my group. I caught it as well, and got sent home early on Monday and didn't even work on Tuesday; Jessica wouldn't let me work. Yesterday was a pain cause not only did I work, it was incredibly hectic. 2 busloads of kids 7th and 8th grade decided to come into my Taco Bell all at once. What was worse about this was it was during peak business hours at 12-noon. I've got nothing against that many kids (believe me) but what annoyed me was the fact that I had to work with the two Jessicas. There is a teen Jessica, and the Spanish Jessica. Both drive me completely up the wall. Anyway, It was just a real kick in the teeth when we were so busy and they decided to pull me off front counter so I could "chill", even if I wasn't all that upset. Then after it's all said and done they put me on dishes, since my pregnant co-worker apparently can't do dishes due to how pregnant she is.

Pregnant Co-Worker - That brings me to my next complaint. I have this gal that I work with that I've been moderately friendly with since she started working for Taco Bell. Well about a year ago she came up pregnant (along with 2 other of my female co-workers). It was a rather annoying thing to have 3 pregnant co-workers that suddenly can't do anything because their pregnant. Oh, look at me, I can't do anything cause I'm a bazillion weeks pregnant and if I so much as bend over I might go into labor or damage my child. First off, I have no sympathy for you. I find impregnation a fetish yes and like the idea of creating life, but you got pregnant in the first place through whatever means so you got to deal with it. Secondly, (and this is what really bothers me) I remember that in the application to even work at my Taco Bell (and I think on any job app I've ever filled out) it reads "Can you preform all essential functions of the job you're applying for without reasonable accommodations?". It just seems to me that if you're going to be so sensitive to everything you shouldn't be working

WOW - Um not much to comment on World of Warcraft other than I'm now @ 61 on my Blood Elf Paladin and 62 on my Blood Elf Death Knight. Working on unlocking a set of armor for both.

2-11-10 8:00pm

Dear Journal and Readers,

So far I can say that today wasn't a bad day, nor is it greately different than any other day. I've taken the time to write my notes down for the day, and i have to say with good certainty that I am already starting to enjoy getting back into the frame to write.

So I'll start us off, my readers.

Jessica S. my manager at Taco Bell that I have issues with, according to what I heard today has been under a review board. That review board I'd initially hoped that the review board might find that she was incompetent at her job and perhaps send her away. Am I wrong for feeling this way? Part of me says yes, and I am attributing that to my ordinarily Lawful Good personality. But another part of me speaks a bit louder and reminds me how much she annoys me and how much trouble she is to my psyche and that I should just be glad if she ever goes (or heaven forbid I leave). Fate was on my side, and she was promoted to R.G.M.. What that means readers, is that she's now a "Store Manager", she is now going to be the boss of a Taco Bell somewhere in South West Washington, and I can say that I'll finally be free of her. I rejoice and at the same time I feel bad that I was never able to truly resolve my issues with her. Though I don't really care to anymore either.

I forgot the name of one of my own charcters today. It was a bit annoying, but thanks to my friend  sephirem23 he helped me remember his name was Reaver. Reaver is my World of Darkness: Daemon the Fallen character. A Slayer, he commands the powers of death, and happens to wield a Parking Meeter as a weapon with the words "Common Sense" carved into the "handle". He came up in conversation at work today and it bugged me. Glad to know I can count on my friends ^.^

Speaking of friends, one of my favorite managers I've ever had the privilege of working with has taken a turn for the worse. She doubled over in pain and we had to have her taken to the ER, to find out she had a Cyst on her ovary. After further investigation it turns out that she is suffering from a second cyst on her kidney. Likewise they also think that simultaneous that her Appendix could be acting up. Either way, it's stressful on her and in-turn stressful on me. I worry about her, she's the only real manager I can identify with. I wish her a speedy recovery.

 sephirem23 bought me a copy of Milk! I'm excited, and eager to watch it. He's so good to me, I love him so much. Thanks again!

So, one of my co-workers brought up his oppinion over what he felt would be the perfect ranger for D&D (as of 3.0 and 3.5). He asked me what I thought would be the perfect ranger. Without going completely broken and munchkin I suggested a Half-Dragon/Elf. He suggested just a pure Wolf Elf in a woodland environment would out-perform the 1/2 Dragon. So, I'm left with the question of what would be better? Feel free to leave me your answers as I do the research myself.

...Likewise, what the hell is a Browning in D&D?

Okay, so onto the subject of work again I had a pair of soda-thieves today. One was semi-classy, the other was just a complete friggin moron. First guy is a teenager with his girlfriend (I presume) and he asks for a water cup. Our water cups are 12 ounce clear plastic cups (and they're clear for a reason), but I didn't have to see what he had to know he was stealing. Our water dispenser makes virtually no noise. Soda's on the other hand make a loud obnoxious buzzing sound. So, suffice it to say that if someone walks out of my field of vision to the soda dispenser, and I hear the ice dispense after I've handed out a soda cup and I hear a buzzing I know better. It's really a shame that these kids don't have as good of attention to detail as I do. Okay so, I say "Hey is that sierra mist?" and he looked down and said "Yeah" and had that look of someone who got caught. He was polite enough to dump out the stolen soda and get himself some water. Now the second guy I didn't catch in the act, but I did catch him post-facto. I was whiping down tables and saw his glass which looked to be a bit more sparkling than it should. We don't dispense soda-water so I knew it had to be Mist. I asked him if that was a mist, and he looked me right in the eyes and shook his head no. I stared back and asked "Really...?" in a sarcastic tone to convey that I couldn't believe he was lying to my face. Kids these days, I swear.

So, additionally we have these idiots at my Taco Bell that use the one-way entrance to the lot as an exit, even though there's a clear sign that says "Do not Enter" and the road curves to the left if you face Main St. It kind of suggests you're not supposed to take a right hand trurn there. But..people do it anyway! A fool today held up traffic cause he tried to make a turn as someone pulled in. He wouldn't pull back because he felt he was in the right or something. Eventually cops were even called and the idiot wouldn't even pull back for them! Moron.

Last, we had workers come in to replace two of our dining surfaces that had been defaced with Graffiti. One table, a round one in the back corner of the room had been defaced since I'd started working there in October of 2008, and I honestly don't know how long they'd been there before that. The other was within the last month or so. Someone had carved "Fuck T-Bell" in big blocky letters then was kind enough to underline it. My guess, kid with a pen. It was sloppy and didn't have enough of a level grade for a knife - or at least someone who knew how to use one. But this is battle ground washington. Kids around here carry knives and wear hunting-camouflage everywhere. Well the second surface was our diner-like seating table that sits 4 people on an elevated long table. When they went to replace it, whomever drew out the specs for the cut of the table didn't actually come out and measure the old table and just went off of old blueprints. The new table didn't fit by like an inch. I had to sigh a little.

Anyway I'll see what i have to write tomorrow.

Dear Journal,

After having started a real life (analog) journal no more than two feet from me I think that perhaps the concept of restarting a journal on F.A. is perhaps indeed redundant. But what does it really matter? At least I'm accomplishing my goals.

For those of you that actually read my journals, I feel very glad that you take the time out of your days to read what I jot down.

So...here goes.

Once more I'm staring over again, and I plan with my husband's help to be able to do more than a journal every 6 months or year. I just might be able to jot my daily feelings down, my notes and such.

>.>

So here is the situation:

I am employed at Taco Bell where I have been since October 2008

I am in an open "Marriage" (domestic partnership) to "Randalfin" Randy Ford which I've been in since December of 2006.

I am in a relationship with a very close friend of mine, and he knows who he is. ^.^

I am living in a house that is currently being rented out by the same landlord I've been living under for an incredibly long time, since January 2007 after fleeing the apartment of the one and only Sibe.

...and I'm still a huge online slut.

That being said, I think I'll be more creative next time.

1. Choose a few of your own characters. Five at the most.

2. Make them answer the following questions and have them interact.

3. Then tag some people.


Characters:

Damion St. James [The Fox Warhammer 40k chaos version, my fursona] (most reecent)

Barbwire [Longest-running Created Character on any wrestling game 1997-present]

Renee Morningstar [Star of Tales From Apartment 232 on Yiffstar.com]

Gardeux Cardova [Longest-running character from White-Wolf]

Michael Barton [First RP character ever from D&D, likewise first furry character ever]



1) WHAT SPECIES ARE EACH OF YOU?

Damion: I am a tan fox with elongated ears...though it's rumored I'm part demon now (says with a smirk, idly rubbing his thong-clad crotch)
Barbwire: (shakes his head but smiles) I'm nothing as special as the giant there, I'm just plain-old run-of-the-mill grade-a Human. Just your regular old meatbag. But hey, who's idea was to do this interview in our underwear anyway - not that I'm complaining. (barbwire says, gesturing to his black cotton briefs)
Renee: (giggles almost girl-like, wearing a bikini) that'd be me! My idea, figured it'd be more casual for the 5 of us. Oh! And I'm a red fox Mr. Interviewer.
Gardeux: (clad in a pair of functional woman's panties, he speaks with a thick french accent) I was born human like ze barbwire over zere, but in 1460 I was turned into a vampire. So, I'd classify as a humanoid undead missiuer
Michael Barton: (with slight raspy voice, the white latex breif clad one responds) I'm an otter at present, anthromorphic. Though much like Gardeux there, I wasn't born this way. I was human, and through the acts of an evil cleric I was transformed into the form you see before you.
Damion: I must admit Michael, it suits you.
Michael: Why thank you.
Renee: Yeah, you're definately fuckable
Michael: [blushes] Well thank you again.
Barbwire: He boys I'm sure we can get to know one another better, but lets continue the interview alright?
All: Ok

2) BOY OR GIRL?

Damion: [Breifly tugs the thong aside, revealing his dual sexes of a human uncut length and a vaginal slit where the scrotum should be] As you can see I'm a male hermaphrodite. Gifted on the male side, and fertile as hell on the female side.
(all view Damion's body with astonishment)
Barbwire: well there's something you don't see every day, sweet jeezus what do you feed that thing? Do you have a licence to carry concealed artillery?
Damion: [smirks and winks but says nothing more]
Barbwire: [shrugs and pulls his own breifs open revealing a uncut penis] Might as well join the crowd. Male as you can see. [puts himself away]
Renee: [pats his chest in a mock overheating gesture, before tugging his bikini bottom down long enough to show off a large sheath] Dude, but just really femmy as of late. [Puts his own manhood away]
Gardeux: [Lifts the panties open and tugs them down likewise revealing a human uncut manhood] Male [Before putting it away]
Michael: [Stands and repeats the gesture, revealing his own human uncut member] I likewise am male. Ya know normally I'd say this is embarrassing but...when in Waterdeep...[Puts himself away] Oh renee how will you ever contain yourself with this much dick flying around.
Renee: I can pretend it's snowing and open my mouth hoping to catch one on my tongue [he giggles]
All: [groaning laugh]

3) HOW OLD ARE YOU?

Damion: [grins evily] Damn I can't pull out my dick again for this one
Michael: Lord knows we can possibly measure your age from the rings in your dick like a tree - or is that a tree
Damion: Ah, the old otter has a sense of humor after all [evil chuckle] My age 40 years old in this body, though the entity inside is indeterminate as far as true age.
Barbwire: Oh me? Well, I'm [sniff] fifty.
Renee: [mocks] Codger!
Barbwire: Hey you fucked your father, you like the older men
Renee: [shrugs] True. I myself am in my 20's I'd rather not say the exact year.
Gardeux: Well, as of the date of this interview I am 550 years old, One month, and 11 days old. I was 20 years old when I was turned.
Michael: I'm likely the oldest one here. Before I ascended to god-hood, I was about 3000 years old. I was granted Immortality, then I ascended.
Damion: [Scoff] Show-off.


4) WHAT'S YOUR HEIGHT?

Damion: I am 6 foot 10, and weigh 325 pounds, lean and lythe but muscular build.
Barbwire: 6-6, 260, about the same build as Damion
Renee: 6-6, 180. I'm a skinny but muscular guy.
Gardeux: Fuck you guyz, I was lucky to just break 6 foot in 1460.
All: [laugh]
Michael: I'm about 6 foot myself.



5) ARE YOU A VIRGIN?

Damion: [cocks a big eyebrow] Ya know, I don't think I'm going to even dignify as asinine a question as that with a response other than does the word duh mean anything to you?
Barbwire: [Shakes head] We know you're a slut big D. But to answer the question, I've got 4 kids with one passed on. I think it's a safe bet that I am not a virgin. That and it's well documented I slept with my kids.
Renee: Hot [tailwags] Im going to side with them on this one, I'm a gay porn star hello?!
Gardeux: Ditto to Renee
Michael: Um...well...I'm not a virgin no.
Damion: did that one hurt a little?
Michael: no, you silly cockslut.


6) DO YOU LOVE ANYONE?

Damion: Course [smiles softly] I love my mates and my harem and my many offspring
Barbwire: Yes, I'm married to a wonderful guy, thanks.
Renee: Same! I have a whole aparment full of guys I love and a husband.
Gardeux: [just kind of lowers his head and says] Pass. Id rather not discuss it.
Michael: Aww [rubs Gardeux's crotch gently] We're here for you.
All [nod and rub his crotch reassuringly, making the vampire blush amd squirm. Once everyone was done,]
Gardeux: alright...well I had my sire I was in love with but he was slain. My lovelife has been sordid and confused afterwards.
Michael: Ah. Sorry Gardeux. Well I myself had a woman I was in love with, but she passed away. Now I sleep with whomever I want.



7) DO YOU HATE ANYONE?

Damion: The Imperium of Man, the false emperor. Likewise, the World Eaters tend to muck everything up for me.
Barbwire: Just one, Richard Kenzer. He broke my back, nearly killed my carrier. Guy is more stiff in the ring than our dicks right now.
Renee: [through gritted teeth] Fletcher, Ben...fucking...Fletcher
Gardeux: While the particulars of my hatred are all dead as far as I know, I loathe the Crimson Enclave. That and most British.
Michael: Hate is such a strong word, but there is that Cleirc that would be worthy of such a title.

8) HAVE YOU KILLED ANYONE?

Damion: [slaps his thighs in disbelif] Really dude?! Really?! I killed 3 people just coming to this interview...I kill for Khorne and Slaneesh for fucks sake...
Barbwire: Calm down there sexy fox.
Damion: [grumbles and speaks something resembling ozzy's backward speach as he readjusts his boner]
Barbwire: Well, I didn't kill anyone directly. Though, it could be said that if I was more careful in watching who my oldest son had sex with, he might not of contracted AIDS and died.
Renee: That's sad. I'm kind of in the same boat. I never killed anyone, but I drove someone to suicide - he deserved it in the end.
Gardeux: [shrugs] I'm a vampire. I have to kind of side with Damion on zees one. Killing is part of the territory.
Michael: Yes, though never in cold blood. Though I did try to kill that cleric in the first place for being a smartass. See where that got me.


9) DO YOU HAVE ANY SECRETS?

Damion: Not really, everything about me is well known. Can't really keep secrets in Chaos.
Barbwire: Same here, everyone knows I slept with my own kids.
Renee: That's not so bad, least in my opinion. I don't really have that big of a secret except I once slept with a woman
All [gasp]
Renee: Yeah I know...scary huh?
Damion: Did it hurt?
Renee: Not so much [laugh]
Gardeux: My biggest secret is that I am Bisexual.
Michael: Nah no real secrets here.


10) WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE FOOD?

Damion: The flesh of my slain enemies, and the semen of my lovers
Barbwire: [laughing cough] Wow! Um...man who's idea was it for me to follow that guy anyway? [juts a thumb]. Well, I guess compared to semen and guts, Pizza just doesn't seem that stellar, but it's my fave.
Renee: Definitely Pizza too, don't feel so bad old timer.
Barbwire: [eyerolls, then leans over and starts to give renee head]
Renee: Oh Satan what are you doing? [moans and melts]
Barbwire: Enjoying some of damion's favorite meal that's what [resumes giving head]
Gardeux: Well they're going to be at that for a little bit. I can eat food but I derive no benefit from doing so. My favorite meal when I was alive was pasta, and dead I have a thing for teenage boy blood.
Michael: I'm a god now, i don't need to eat. But when I was alive I loved Eart-Bergles. That's a kind of plant/animal hybrid that looks like a meatball. Delicious.



11) WHAT DO YOU DO TO RELAX?

Damion: [Points to Barbwire whom is still giving head to Renee]. He draws his length back out and starts to stroke himself] That, and this
Barbwire: [Gives a thumbs up but keeps sucking]
Renee: I think I may speak for the rest of us when I say "this" UNGGGggg [moan]
Gardeux: [withdraws his own length and starts to masturbate] Hmm...I dance...I love to strip.
Michael: [leans against Gardeux, feeling the love in the room and pulls his hand down his latex breif, while starting to paw gardeux] I enjoy doing magic, and creating new spells. And yes, hot gay sex is a big relaxer.


12) WHAT SEASON DO YOU LIKE BEST AND WHY?

Damion: Winter, though excuse me, I see a hole that needs stuffing...[Damion gets up, lubes up and tugs down Barbwire's underwear and slides up inside him, giving him buttsex, nice and deep]
Barbwire: [eeps something around Renee's dick that sounds like "Summer, because I can go swimming"]
Gardeux: Unnngg winter, cause I love the snow
Michael: Mmmmm same as Gardeux....



13) IS THERE ANYTHING IN YOUR LIFE YOU REGRET DOING?

Damion: Not doing this sooner, this interview wasn't sexy enough [humps]
Barbwire: [Withdraws and repositions his own length between renee's legs and starts to fuck him] Ugh...not being more mindful of what my son was doing, and trying to commit suicide in public
Gardeux: [Turns and sits in Michael's lap, starting to ride him hugging the otter's chest.] Not saving Marcell's life, but zees is very fun
Michael: Not touching the wall...Get to know me and you'll understand what that means [humps gardeux]

All [take about an hour to fuck, cum in and on one another, then lay back down in a veritable ocean of cum to resume the interview]

14) WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR LIFE EXPECTANCY IS?

Damion: I'm immortal of sorts. I can die 1000 times a day, but I die after a certain point. I never know when that point is. So...I'd have to answer eh [starts licking everyone clean]
Barbwire: I'm a pro wrestler...I live as long as I can stay healthy. Oo little lower fox.
Renee: [basks languidly and says] Im ready for round two...
All: [groan]
Renee: [laughs] alright, I dunno...I'mm probably be dead before I'm 50.
Gardeux: I'm a vampire, and a strong thick-blooded one at that. I'll put it this way, I'll live as long as I continue to be smart.
Michael: I'm a god, I exist as long as I'm needed. Right now I felt pretty needed...whew


15) HOW DO YOU IMAGINE YOUR DEATH TO BE?

Damion: [spends about 5 minutes licking, before he dumps more cum over the group and laughing evily]
All: [muttering moans and curses at the same time]
Damion: To be honest? I immagine dying at the hands of either Abbadon, The Emperor, or Kharn the Betrayer. My true death...would have to be epic and legendary...bloody...and make time stop kind of moments. A "holy shit" moment that makes the universe whisper..."no way..."
Barbwire: Man I'm positively marinated in this stuff...anyway, I imagine just living out my life, and dying of old age. I don't want it to be tragic. There's been too much drama in my life as is.
Renee: Probably dueling Ben Fletcher on a High-Rise building under construction in some sort of Obscure back to the future/darkman reference.
Gardeux: I...don't want to die really, but with the way the universe works, I'll likely be one-shot by an overpowered entity over something trivial and stupid.
Michael: Well, My death was stupid and I too got jobbed. I was impaled on spikes, then had my throat slit. I can't imagine really ever dying again, that was too traumatic.



16) YOU ARE TO BE PUT TO DEATH FOR A CRIME YOU DID NOT COMMIT, WHAT WOULD YOUR LAST WORDS BE?

Damion: I've got such a hardon right now
Barbwire: aye that you do.
Damion: No that's what I'd say...
Barbwire: Well you'd likely have one too
Damion: So?
Barbwire: I'd want my last words to be, "Ring the bell...I'm done..."
Renee: I'll see you in hell...no seriously I will.
Gardeux: vive le francais
Michael: ...I should have touched the wall [mimicks a death rattle]

17) IF YOU'D HAVE WON THE LOTTERY, WHAT WOULD YOU DO WITH THE MONEY?

Damion: Probably fund another interview as an excuse to fuck you all again. Otherwise I have no need for money where I'm from.
Barbwire: I gross like 2 million a year, I'd donate it to AIDS research and to adoption programs.
Renee: Buy my own aprtment tower, and make a huge gay sex buidling where nudity and sex are manditory 24-7.
Gardeux: I also make much money like Barbwire - wow I really am drenched in cum - um, I'd likely create a scholarship fund.
Michael: I'm a god, I have no need for money, and I consider gambling to be a waste of time.


18) IF ANYONE CAME UP WITH A NICKNAME FOR YOU, WHICH WOULD IT BE?

Damion: Big D, for multiple reasons.
Barbwire: The Greatest of All time - cause I'm so decorated with titles.
Renee: Everyone calls me Ne-ne, it's my stage-name and pet name.
Gardeux: [smacks his lips like he tastes something sour, other than the cum] People call me two things: Froggy and The Frenchman. I get called Froggy because when I started Stripping in 1985 at my club it was the Stage-name that a british rival of mine coined for me. The second one is fairly obvious.
Michael: Well they used to call me Mumbles, since my throat got slit and I couldn't talk for the longest time.


19) IF YOU'D BE FANTASTIC AT ONE SPORT, WHICH WOULD IT BE?

Damion: It's not so much a sport, but gurella warfare.
Barbwire: I bet yall think I'm going to say wrestling. Well...yeah I'ts true. I'm good at Amateur as well as pro wrestling.
Renee: Kickboxing, I have 3 world titles under my belt.
Damion: don't you mean you have 3 world champions on your belt?
Renee: [smirks and rubs the cum into his fur like lotion] Yep that too
Gardeux: They didn't have many when I was a child, but I'd guess something akin to rugby. though if you factor in my powers and training I'd be the best Marksman in the world, and I'd also do well at baseball - provided it was a night game of course.

20) AND FINALLY, DO YOU HAVE ANY PHOBIAS?

Damion: I hate the Imperium of man...and homophobes.
Barbwire: Ditto on the homophobe part. But I'm scared to death of spiders and Snakes
Renee: Ugh same
Gardeux: Same
Michael: Same


Tagging  sephirem23 and  nacht

Dear Journal/Blog

I haven't updated this in a long time, and I suppose my writing gene has just been snipped off. Ive been very busy over the last few years and I just haven't had the motivation to do nothing but write - at least not for very long, so I'll try to catch everybody up.

Apparently my last journal entry was June 7th 2008, so let me start from around that time.

I went with Randy (Bunny Fujin/Randalfin) to Rain Furrest 08. I have to say it was one of the best fur cons that I've had the opportunity to attend, mostly because the furs that were there all seemed real and genuine furs rather than the fake furs you see at bigger cons like Further Confusion or Anthrocon. I also enjoyed it because I got to finally resolve a rivalry I had with Kayfox, and work security at the convention. I actually ended up pulling a 23 hour shift on security, that was insane: I couldn't leave till I was relieved of duty, and my relief was hours away so....yeah that was fun.

Aside from the convention, I resumed my normal routine of doing absolute all of Jack and shit, untill one night when I got some taco bell. I had ordered a Grande Meal (for those who know their taco bell) for myself, and some other tacos for later and all the tacos were made wrong. I was so upset that I was going to call up the manager I saw in the window and cuss her out 9 ways from sunday. But then I remembered how it was to be on overnight at McDonald's and I decided that yelling at her really wasn't going to solve anything at all. So, with the help of my neighbor Adam we drove back over to get a replacement. I asked the manager "Why the mistake? Should I have given the order in spanish?" and she said. "Oh no it's just these damn teenagers: I have a bunch of teenagers from battleground high school who just turned 18 but aren't mature. They don't pay attention to anything and just want to stand there and text one another with their cell phones." So I responded by saying that if I worked for her that I wouldn't pull shit like that and I'd get the job done. She asked what I was doing that Thursday and said that she'd be hiring me then.

I ended up talking myself into a job! Sweet ass....

So, randy and I both had been working from October of 08 until now. About the only real big thing that's happened to us since then was in late December/Early January we both took a trip to visit Randy's mother, whom he hadn't seen in years. We took a greyhound (the bus not the furry), and I've come to the conclusion that I'm never taking a greyhound again. Not after having my legs squished or just all in all never being able to make myself comfortable. Greyhound has a bad habit of cramming everyone and their second cousin onto each bus so you can't really do anything but sit upright. I can't stand how some people can sleep on gryehounds but I can't. Oh I get rest that looks like sleep, but I contribute that to passing out rather than sleeping.

Oh yes, and Mephesto my beloved cat has passed away earlier this year. Mephesto of my twin cats Haku & Mephesto, had contracted a horrible urinary tract blockage of which I am told occurs quite commonly in his breed/gender. Unfortunately we had no real way of identifying any real warning signs until it was too late. Mephesto one afternoon just let out a yowl and crawled under the couch and started yowling all afternoon. Randy and I thought it was funny, but then it stopped being funny after a while. then he started to throw up, and yowl every so often. Then his movements became ultra sluggish and he was slowed to a crawl, until finally he just collapsed in places and didn't move for hours.

After a visit to the vet we decided that putting him down was the best for him, as I couldn't stand to see him suffer like that. I'd raised him from kitten hood myself and It was like watching my own child dying in front of my eyes. I have learned to cope for the most part, but I definitely feel a huge wake in his absence. Things around the house aren't as rambunctious or random, and Haku is much more vocal now. Haku seems to have picked up the habit of yowling at random now when he was content to be the silent one. Mephesto was more known for randomly meowing for no real reason.

ANyway i think Im going to try to update this daily. If not, oh well.