I've been catching up on online journal's that I've had no time to read lately. Scott Liles and his wife Amy really make for interesting reading.

At one point I woke Adam up to read him a passage about a man with a condition that I can't spell or pronounce, thought let's just say that half his head contained no skull, and what lay beneath the surface pulsed and swelled. Pretty picture.

If you remember about the co-worker I was having problems with, problem's been solved. It took me being blunt, saying that I loved my husband, and that I'm unsure of what I could've done to make him believe that I was attracted to him enough to want to break my vows. What do people take seriously these days? Because even after I was blunt he continued to make hints and touch me when he passed me. I just had to ignore him and respond when necessary, but only with icy disinterest.

I was suckered into a discussion on genital piercing on Thursday, and he was also involved. I feel like every time that I involve myself with anything carrying a sexual connotation around him, I'm inviting him to continue. So I should stop. That shouldn't be hard, considering that's mostly what the people near me discuss at work and he sits nearer to me than anyone else in the entire company. Bleh.

This year I decided to create artsy little presents for everyone (again) because this year (again) we couldn't go shopping for people. When I discuss this with anyone they inevitably say "But that's a GREAT idea! That's what Christmas is about!" But this year no one was touched. And that stank to high heaven for me. Also, Saturday night with my in-laws was a nightmare. I left early, crying. I don't think the details are necessary, but it made my Christmas a show stopper this year. Bleh, bleh.

I skipped out on the annual family gathering for my maternal side. This was the first year I did so, usually I receive between 6- 8 calls making sure I'll be there and people try to con me into it when I say no. It has worked every year so far. But this year I rose above it, never again will they wrap their grubby little fingers around my neck fort he holidays. But my aunt brought my presents to my father's house or me because I wasn't there to receive them.

My aunt Linda gave me (WOOHOO, STAR WARS 3 JUST CAME ON CBS!!) a Barbie pin and a McDonald's barbie toy. Tell me, am I eight years old? I could have sworn that I'm of legal age to drink, vote and by god, maybe I deserve a grown-up's present this year.

I got a chance to visit with my friends Katie and Jill Christmas eve, a rare treat. I'm spending New Year's Eve with them as well. I would like to believe that nothing will be going wrong when the clocks flip to midnight, however, I normally overestimate the general populations intelligence. This is one time I won't be doing that.

While the source of this quote is a Disney movie, it's truth rings eternal...
A person is smart, it's people that are stupid." - Tommy Lee Jones

I'll be in a gay bar...getting my drink on and having a blast, away from the largest city in the south.

All of my cats have worms.

After that, we have to drive back NEW YEAR'S MORNING!I'm responsible for the small testing that the marketing department has to do. No one else can do mine, so I have to drive back home and get directly off the interstate at the office and be there for a single hour. This is the greatest injustice that my company has ever perpetrated against me.

Bastards.

What an anti-climatic Christmas..

Funny thing is, is that we never got into it this year. My father says that Christmas is really for children and I would say that's a pretty true statement.


Adam's mother got him a self help book on co-dependence for Christmas. Now what in the hell does that say about me?