WAR!

Today is Friday and I am afraid. Friday night is traditionally the night when friends and couples go out on the town and trip the lights fantastic, but not me. I have a minor ear infection and I have no desire to run into Jeremy and Sal tonight (or any other night). You see, I really am a coward. I try to act tough, but I just don't want to see them hugging or kissing again. Today is officially the anniversary of the day I was dumped and I just don't want to be reminded of that tonight by seeing them together. So, no more dancing at the clubs or going to the movies--I will just become a shadow and hide.

PROM NIGHT

Ah, yet another classic horror movie being "re-imagined" for the hip teenage audience. I actually love the original PROM NIGHT with Jamie Lee Curtis--love the plot, the disco music, and the whole concept. I think the trailer for this one is actually well done; it seems like it has the potential to be scary and suspenseful, but I would have liked to have seen it be rated R instead of PG-13. I would like to see "re-imagined" version of TOURIST TRAP--which scared the FUCK out of me when it would come on Creature Feature on Saturday afternoons.

THE BITCH ISN'T BACK

I'm sorry.

For the past few weeks, you all have been listening to me cry and bitch about the Quilter and Bi-Sexual Boyfriend. You've all been so supportive of me by talking to me on the phone, taking me out to breakfast, and checking up on me--especially since the drama of last Friday night. I have to admit that this has been a really hard chapter in my life: I'm dealing with the return of an evil co-worker, my mother's breast cancer, my lawsuits for my back and against my job, and sadly, my troubled relationship with ______.

I'm no saint. I have made mistakes in my relationship with _____, but have been nothing but honest with him in regards to my relationship with the Quilter. I had thought that after 10 years that I no longer wanted to be with ______, but _____ would like to see if maybe we can make things work and give our relationship another try and I am willing to do that. Not because the Quilter didn't want me, but because I still feel like I could learn to love ______ again if we both can work on it. He's a good man and those are really hard to find.

So, I'm sorry for being nasty and airing my dirty laundry for the world to read. That's not a reflection of my true character--I'd like to think that I am funny, sweet, friendly, and kind. I refuse to let the Quilter take that from me, becuase life is too damn short to waste on hate. I am blessed to have the amazing Tim, fantastic friends, great parents, and the uncanny ability to realize when enough is enough. I can't promise that I won't bitch about people or things again, but I will promise to start being in a better mood and stop dwelling on my hatred of the Quilter and Bi-Sexual Boyfriend.

Jeremy, for what it is worth, I forgive you and offer my appologies for making you the topic of my blogs. I hope that one day, you'll find the happiness that I always wished for you. Although I doubt that we will ever meet again, I hope that you will have a wonderful life and think fondly of the many good times that we had becuase those memories will stay with me forever. I have to forgive you Jeremy, becuase I have to forgive myself in order to move on. I really loved you and still probably do. God bless.

Do Not Read

Dear Quilter,
Wow! You really are a HUGE pussy! I'm shocked (well, not really!) to discover that you cancelled your MySpace account. Well, it is probably for the best--your page was quickly losing friends and pretty soon there would be no one on there anyway.
By the way, a lot of my fans have been asking me to define anal leakage. Anal leakage is simply when you cum in someones ass and their ass is sooooo loose that the cum (which is now mixed with shit) drips back out again, thus creating a strange orange color. Gross, huh?

BITTER

Dear Quilter,

Ah, what a weekend! I think I have finally begun to realize that our story is almost coming to an end. I use the word "almost" because the end will be when I will be able to look at you and laugh at the pathetic mess you are. You're a poor role model for your son becuase you're a liar and a coward, so hopefully your ex-wife will be able to introduce him to a proper male role model one day. I hope Bi-Sexual Boyfriend will have enough common sense to leave your anal leaking ass before you begin to corrupt his kid. All this time I thought that you were some poor victim, but now I know why he'd rather fuck women than fuck you--you're an evil person (while I am a bitter queen, eh?). At this point, I'm thinking that there is a reason why your mom abandoned you when you were little--because she knew that you had no soul and weren't worth loving. Oh, sure! You're financially successful and (at least I thought) attractive, but in the end, you'll end up all alone. Not all the money in the world will be able to buy you real love, but you know that. I'm lucky. I have great friends and the possibility of finding love again with a person who has never stopped loving me. Remember Quilter, that HELLFIRE LASTS FOREVER.