Hello, beautiful people. Not much to be happy about, lately. By the way, I've been feeling very Eeyore, so if you don't want to read on, you don't have to. The great jobs that I and my husband found turned into complete crap. We got a new boss that decided he didn't want us there for no apparent reason, so he forced me to quit, and fired Paul. Now we're unemployed, and moving out of this wretched, forsaken place is impossible. I've unbefriended three people. Two of them pissed me off, and I couldn't put up with their crap anymore. One of them, well, way to complicated for a little journal entry. I haven't, and most likely will not be, online very often. Lost our DSL, and my Dad doesn't like me on the dial-up that often. So, this is the end of me for the moment. Not that it makes much difference. I haven't commented on any works for quite a while. But if you're actually distraught at the idea, don't worry. I'll be back eventually. Good luck and much inspiration to you all.

So. It's been a few months, and still we have the same living arrangements. The plan is end of January, beginning of February, when we get our taxes back. Still keeping my fingers crossed. Things are actually going pretty well. I got a promotion (Dispatch Supervisor/ Adminstrative Assistant), and Paul is in the process of getting a promotion (Graveyard Supervisor). So that's all cool. Just in stasis as far as living arrangements until above semi-specified date. As to my poetry lately, sorry for the poor quality. As I don't have much time, it's more of a do what I can sort of thing. As to comments, replies, and the like; also a do what I can sort of thing. We have DSL now, so that helps, but I don't seem to have a whole lot of free time of late. At the moment I do, as I am at my in-laws house for Thanksgiving. But in general, I just find that I don't have much time for anything but the mundane. So that's all that's new (or not new). I'll try to do better once things calm down.

Me and Paul both got jobs. He is a Security Guard, and I am working dispatch at the same place. My first day was today. With any luck, we will quickly save up enough to blow this popsicle stand, and I will never have to see those people who caused my existence ever again. Yay for us.

He finally talked me into it. I will put my things up as deviations. Dang it. So, for everyone who has already read these, feel free to delete them when you see them. Thanks.

If you want to see my most recent work, you have to look in my scrapbook. I'm protesting deviations.