The Diva's Domain

Your result for The Literary Character Test...

Sherlock Holmes

Good, Epic, Side Thinker

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You are a Social Liberal (70% permissive) and an... Economic Liberal (30% permissive) You are best described as a: Democrat Link: The Politics Test on OkCupid.com: Free Online Dating Also : The OkCupid Dating Persona Test

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I actually finished my Rurouni Kenshin fic after a 2 year hiatus.

I'm going to post it here, but for now you can check it out on ff.net.

Check it out here.

Twenty-eight years ago today the creator saw fit to allow Jay to come into this world.

I am sitting under my bonnet dryer, praying that my hair will be done in time to go out with Jay and his friends for his birthday.

I will post my 12 of 12 tomorrow. (Yeah, it'll be hella late.)

Why does my femininity have to kick in today...right before the long weekend?

So a couple of days ago I was on the phone with an ex from long past. (I broke up with him ten years ago because he got some chick pregnant...and the chick wasn't me.)

Anyhoo, when I let him go, I let him go. I didn't look back. I missed him...For God's sake I loved that man. But, I knew that he wasn't good for me and I had my future to think about.

So, during this rather odd conversation, he decides to confess his every sin. Towards the end of his cathartic monologue, he says that out of all the relationships that he's been in, he regretted how things ended with me the most. I was thrown to say the least. I had given up on him admitting that what he did to me was wrong. I had given up on him admitting that he made a mistake and that mistake haunted him. Yet, when he actually said it -- It didn't give me the vindication that I sought ten years ago. His words rang so hollow, like he was trying to clear his conscience. It was at that point that I realized that I really had nothing left for him. Any remnant of amorous emotion had long since disappeared. Now when I hear that voice that used to send chill down my spine, I yawn. He's clinging to the ghosts of the past. I've grown up. I've moved on. I have a beautiful daughter and a man that truly loves me. And that's worth more to me than any faded memory.

Men suck!!!

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Your result for What Mage Are You?...

Wizard

"We are forces of nature."

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Why oh why? What did I do? Is karma coming back to bite me in the butt? I've been a pretty decent person over the years. Granted, I've done some things that I shouldn't have, but really, did he have to read my entire journal?

Let me start from the begining...

I get a call from Jay, sounding rather irrated, asking me who Wonder Boy is? If I wasn't so shocked, I would have laughed. I haven't heard/used that psuedomyn in years. Jay starts going on and on about how he wants to know who Wonder Boy is and why I was upset that he was ignoring me. wonder Boy is such a non-factor that he didn't warrant explanation and as for why I was upset he was ignoring me -- Hello!! You don't ignore me. I don't care who you are. As I'm trying to explain this to Jay he begins to read me my own journal entries...as if I didn't write them. These were entries from 2005-2006. I didn't see any reason to dig into that, but apparently he did.I will tell you know that I had no explanation. Al lI could do was tell him that despite who approached me or what I may have wanted to indulge in, I remained faithful...unlike him. I got hit with an onslaught of accusations. Looking back, it's entirely my fault. Perhaps I should have engaged members of teh opposite sex in conversation after having a couple of drinks. But it wasn't like I was going home with any of them. Jay, however, seemed to think that I made of habit of leaving bars with strange me that I just met. If that's what he really thinks of me, then why bother getting married. Really, if that is the type of woman that you think that I am, why bother? You needn't waste my time or yours. I shouldn't have to explain myself. All it sounded like to me was that he was looking for a way to say that he's not the only one to fuck up. Well guess what -- I may have thought about sleeping with someone else. I may have really wanted to. But the bottom line is that I didn't. He on the other hand left the state, and me in tears, to go off and fuck some other chick...though if you hear him tell it he couldn't perform because I was on his mind the whole time. (I couldn't have been on your mind too much considering you drove to Massachusetts to fuck some chick you met on myspace...)

I'm just upset that he would even bring it up. I'm friendly by nature. People like me. When I want to I can work a crowd. When I'm feeling down I go out with one objective -- to get a positive response to my existence from a member of the opposite sex. I'm not trying to find a new man or anything like that. It's just nice to hear someone say that I'm attractive/fun/interesting. Wow...I sound so like a middle aged woman right now. It's just that after being with someone for so long, little things like compliments fall to the wayside. Even when I buy new clothes/lingerie, I get the same non-committal responses, or he complains about the color or the fabric.

I don't know what to feel. I don't know what I'm going to do. I know I need to think of something because I'm going to see him tomorrow.

So here I am again doing Chad Darnell's 12 of 12. (Thank you Dejana...I almost forgot to post.) I don't know how much you'll like pictures, but they're all I have to offer at this moment. My time stamp on my camera is all off, so I don't have times for these pics...



So as you can see, Jay STILL has not taken down the Christmas tree. As I have said before, I refuse to take it down because I did not put it up.


I had to make a little stop before Cianela and I went about our day.


This is a necessity...


My required summer reading.


My Granny bought that 'flower' for Cianela when she gradudated from preschool.


Cianela telling me she wants to play...


Now she's wishing that she didn't ask me to play. (I'm red...lol)


She had other game options...lol


This is a Cianela contribution -- her vitamins.


This is another Cianela contribution that I feel compelled to include because I have now clue what it is...


This is becoming a habit...Cianela took this picture while standing on the stairs.


Think of this chair as a clothing lay-over...Yeah, that's my story and I'm sticking to it.

You know how people say you can't choose your relatives? Damn I wish that weren't true.

THis morning my mother decides to get her panties in a twist and tell me 5 minutes before I have to leave for work that she won't be bringing my child to/from camp anymore. Who does that? Because of that, I had to call my daughter's camp and withdraw her. My daughter loves that camp. She's been talking about it since APRIL! I don't care if you are upset with me, yourself, your man, your self inflicted plight. You don't take it out on a 6 year old girl...because she's the one that got hurt by that little tantrum. I had to look my baby in the eyes and tell her that she couldn't go back to her theater camp. I had to look in her face as she nearly cried, not understanding why she couldn't go back to camp. It would have been different if I couldn't afford to send her. Her camp fees are paid in full. My daughter can't go to camp because her grandmother is having a bad day.

I don't feel obliged to indulge any grown person that quit their job FOUR years ago and hasn't made a real effort to find work. I don't feel obliged to subsidize thet beauty regimen of grown people who don't work/aren't looking for work/aren't making it easier for me to go to work. Really, when you're home all day is it really that hard to check the mail on a regular basis? I shouldn't have to search the house for bills that are going to be paid out of my hard earned money. I need you to realize that mobile phones come with bills -- get off the damn phone. If you have time to talk up 200 minutes in overages, you have time to find a damn job.

I'm just upset that you have gall to talk to me about money matters and setting budgets when you don't contribute anything to the household budget. I want to know where you get off telling me what I should and shouldn't buy. I work 40+ hours a week and I will enjoy the money that I earn. It's not my fault that you aren't working. To be frank, I'm tired of hearing you complain about not having any money -- Rember the last time you 'worked'? You decided that you didn't like getting up early in the morning, so you just stoppped going. What kind of bat shit is that?

After all that, I'm left feeling like I have to stay because YOU DON'T HAVE A JOB!! What kind of daughter would I be if I left you knowing that you had to money coming in? Then again, you didn't consider me and Cianela when you abruptly decided not to bring her to camp anymore. Maybe it's time that I take a page out of your playbook...

Not really... more like a morning a year from know. Jay and I (after 10 years of togetherness) have decided to make it official next year...

Talk about ruining my morning.

I was watching the news checking the weather and what do I hear? George Carlin passed away. He was one of Jamie and my favorite comedians. We got to see him live a couple of years back when he came to CT. I was hoping to see him again...

Jamie did not take it too well -- not in the obsessive fan type way. We really like the social and political commetary. Carlin was so good at that.

The world has lost one of the greats.

What Planet Are You From?


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This is the second month in a row that I missed the 12 of 12. I was so looking forward to it too. Well there is always next month.

Goodness --

Where do I begin? I've been up to so very much. Perhaps I could talk about my best friend's wedding. Or maybe I could talk about my new job. Or maybe I could talk about my daughter's upcoming dance recital...or maybe I could just take a nap because it is damn hot in the NE USA.

I went out yesterday looking for a dress fro my best friend's wedding. Of course I found the perfect dress. Was it on sale? Nope. It was $175. You read correctly -- $175. I guess that's the price I have to pay for being fabulous.

As I have mentioned before, my best friend is getting married on the 25th. I still don't have anything to wear to this wedding. The fashionista would be getting married first, which requires all of us to step up our game. Don't get me wrong. It's not that big of a chore. As a group, we are quite the stylish ones. It's just that I haven't been able to find the dress that strikes the proper tone. I'm going to try to find something today. Hopefully, I'll get lucky and find something fabulous on sale...I can hope.