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9.28.2004

ye know, chile's was on the right track with that little jingle...

"i want my baby back, baby back, baby back..."

9.27.2004

dear hurricane jeanne;

you are a mean spiteful bitch. congratulations, you and your buddies have annihilated florida. bravo. now move along.

oh yes, and kevin is somewhere between atlanta and orlando. do not touch him. DO. NOT. TOUCH. HIM. do i make myself clear? i dont want to have to drive down there and fuck up your windy little world. but trust me, i will.

yours truelly,
-kayde.

p.s. leave raleigh alone too. i dont want cam hurt. not yet anyways. however, if he doesnt send flowers soon, hes all yours.

9.26.2004

im so in your personal space. get used to it, im not going anywhere...

"fuck easy."

9.23.2004

kevin.

28.
single father.
been at same good job for 9 years.
new to the area.
kind. and goofy. kinda goofy.
very cute.

today i met a boy. at the park. moosie kept following his 5 year old daughter around. he said she was cute. we took the kids down to the water to look for turtles. we went and bought ice cream and ate on a bench. he says maybe he'll call and we can do it again this weekend sometime. he'd really like that. i'd really like that.

so this is what real life feels like.
finally all this "being a good person" shit is paying off...

9.22.2004

today i learned why being a parent is both so unfortunate and so incredibly humorous...

moosie: "grama! grama! lets build with the train track"

grama: "ok, get all the track pieces out, ill help you build it. ok, lets build the bridge. uh oh, looks like we dont have enough curved track."

moosie: "god damnit"

grama didnt think it was funny. i so fucking did.

9.20.2004

4.02am.

i wake up and hear Moosie coughing. both boys have colds so i went to his room to crawl in with him. no Moosie in there. i find 'Elephant' laying in the hallway and the bathroom light is on. i walk in to find him throwing up. now, in my case, that is about as equivilent to the apocalypse as you can get. however. my 3 year old is standing, alone, over the toilet, getting things done. no crying, no yelling for mom, no nothing. just as simple as that. no mess in bed, on the floor, on him... just in the toilet. in the middle of the night.

so that made me think 2 things: that i am so proud of him for being so brave, and that i am a cowardly wussie hiding in my room, blogging, while grandma & grandmpa tend to the vomiting child. im feeling less happy about the latter.

9.18.2004

ok. im a little frightened.

next time a song comes on the radio by new found glory, before you start clawing at your ears, close your eyes and just listen to his voice...

its what it would sound like if quentin tarantino tried to sing. and guess what my friends, hes not a singer. for a good reason.

9.17.2004

i miss being in love, i dont miss being in a relationship.

there is a problem when you get to the point where you want to say things like "come lay with me, but by all means, go away when i get tired of you".

where the hell is my prince charming? with my luck, chances are hes gay, already married, or thinks im a bitch.

yea... im so gonna die alone.

9.16.2004

i had a dream last nite about my dads parents, who are both dead and gone. i dreamt they had died and the family was going through their belongings. when i realized they had taken all my grandpas stuff out of the attic, i layed on the floor and cried. and this morning, i woke up and finally mourned for my grandpa who has been gone almost 15 years.

today, i miss them.

***
however, on a happier note, during my nap today, i dreamt that the ex and i were fist fighting. and that was one hell of a good dream. fuck the sex dreams, i wanna see blood...

9.10.2004

shame on me. i have achieved ubber naughty today. in fact, i think i far surpassed that point.

let me give you a tip:
if youre going 62 mph in a 35, you WILL get a ticket. and it WILL cost you $151.

in my defense, it was a back road, and i was late for work, AGAIN. damn i rock so hard.

-angie, if you tell mom, i will be forced to rip off your arms and beat you with them. oh yea, and tell her about that time you got me high when i was 14.


9.09.2004

i love lewis black in a way that is probably illegal in 48 states. granted, sexually hes not all that appealing. however. when all else in the world fails me, he comes through. and nothing, truelly, is greater than that. so the other nite i watched the Black on Broadway. love it. get that? LOVE.IT. and there are very few things that i can tolerate consecutively. mainly things like amy. oh yea, and amy. honestly tho, i could have watched it over and over and over. maybe even once more. that is how much love i have for that man. MUST GET MORE BLACK. must. but how? then it dawned on me...

"if it werent for my horse, i wouldnt have spent that year in college".

9.08.2004

GOOD NEWS - Moosies EEG came back ok, no signs of epilepsy or anything of that nature. we imagine that the seizure was caused by lack of oxygen to his brain. as a result the treatment seems to be: DONT HOLD YOURE FUCKING BREATH! i mean really...come on now. even a 3 year old should understand that concept.

BAD NEWS - i get to go have a shot in the ass tomorrow. we all know how badly you needed to know that.

GOOD NEWS - my job F-U-C-K-I-N-G R-O-C-K-S! bout damn time. a nice ass paycheck for playing with toys all day. this, as I have recently come to determine, is the meaning of life.

BAD NEWS - i broke 3 computers at work in the past 2 days, and then i come home and mine goes all to shit too. blogger is being a prick, email dont work, and i seem to think i can fix shit that i, you guessed it, cant. it just ends up creating mass hysteria within my programs. i cant even play sims! SIMS, OH HOW I MISS THEE!

GOOD NEWS - i am not so crazy afterall...

BAD NEWS - ...just overly obsessive compulsive. yay me! rock out wit yer prozac out!

9.07.2004

ok, to clear up any confusion, and for my own sheer enjoyment, i will correct the previous post.

my darling ex-husband and his disgraceful woman have created a child. they found it necessary to name him ATOM BYRNE (like burn - hot hot ouch hot) .

i dont feel the need to elaborate much. i think that in itself speaks volumes about why morons shouldnt reproduce.

you fuckwads.