This day I live, not
for me, but for you.
To end it all, would mean to you
nothing at all. Woe is me, I live.
- JLA
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12 Oct 2006
I recently got my vanity plate, and while some would certainly stress the VANITY part about my plate, those of you who know me..know just how well this plate fits me, and how much it means to me. 
02 Oct 2006
I told her “If either of the cats have a mess, they are gone.” Well, one of the cats had a mess, her response?
“Well it’s your fault for keeping the door shut.” Wtf?? Does she have anything, anything at all going on upstairs other than the excuse maker? I mean really, if my boss tells me to take care of something, and I get someone else to do it and they screw up…does that somehow make it not my fault, when it was my responsibility to get the job done? No.
Are they my cats? No.
Are they my responsibility? No.
Am I supposed to tell her how to take care of them? No.
So why, is it MY fault, when HER cats have a mess and she has no one to blame but herself. And now she thinks I am joking when I say they are going with her, but I am serious. She can take the cats with her when she goes up to house sit, or she can stay up there and not come back. Make my life a hell of a lot simpler.
Maybe I should be just like one of the guys at work, meeting up with someone while on the road and having some sex…would certainly be fun, eh? And heck, since I already get yelled at for talking to females( for apparantly I can’t even talk to them at all ) I may as well get some enjoyment out of it.
