{Rant} Fuck.
Katya Moon, the Giggling Snow Angel
can deal with that, because Friday I felt damn spiffy and went to a
Christmas party, even if it was my ex's work party. *shrugs*
Saturday: I feel great most of the day. Went to the local Christmas
parade; got pelted with a shitload of candy (fuckers). By the time the
parade was over I felt like shit. I was congested, my throat and chest
was burnin', and by the time I had walked two blocks up the hill with
my ex and sister, I couldn't hardly breathe. Damn, I have bronchitis.
What did I do? Climbed in the car, started it and drove home, anyway.
That took longer than usual since I was too delirious to speed. Fuck.
I went to bed early Saturday, got up at 3:30 AM cause I was roastin'.
Went to the kitchen to get a cup of ice water, and by the time I
climbed back into bed; I was freezin'. Shit.
About 6:30 AM this mornin' my ex knocks on the door, which I lock at
night, especially when he's here. Okay. He'd told me he wanted to use
the comp in the mornin', so I let him in and climb back in bed. What
does he do? Climbs in bed with me. I wanted to kill him. Probably
would have but I feel as weak as a day-old kitten. Bastard.
About 9 AM I could bring myself to get up for a couple hours. Forced
myself to eat somethin', checked headers, crawled back in bed. Slept.
Wake up to find my ex next to me. Again. Fuck.
I finally sign on AIM for awhile. Then Jason wants to play Tribes.
Okay. I can do this. So I watch for awhile, then lay on my bed and go
back to sleep again. This sucks.
Sign back on AIM (shadow) later in the evenin'. Talk to a couple
people. Decide to try goin' to bed when I can't spell anythin'
anymore. Go pull on my pajamas, and just go to go to bed when my ex
decides he wants to chat with me. He makes all kinds of stupid
accusations, and goes so far as to say I never loved him. This
constituted a slap, but I didn't. Should have. He claims I loved
everyone but him. Ookay.
Heh. He thinks he's gonna come say "Bye" before he leaves at 4:30 AM.
Hell no.
On top of it all. Jason and my mom are sick, too. This sucks, you know
that?
All right. I'm done rantin'. I'm goin' to bed; gotta be up at 6 AM
(damnit).
--
Katya Moon, the Giggling Snow Angel
**Contact Info**
AIM name: Only if I want you to find me,
and occasionally "Katya Moon"
ICQ#: 30086530
E-mail: moonangelkatya@yahoo's.shadow.com
**Single Quote**
I've learned that true friendship continues to grow, even
over the longest distance. Same goes for true love.
**Christmas Song**
Grandma got run over by a reindeer
walking home from our house Christmas Eve
You can say there's no such thing as santa
but as for me and grandpa we believe
She'd been drinking too much egg nog
and we warned her not to go
but she forgot her medication
and she wandered out the door into the snow
When we found her Christmas morning
at the scene of the attack
there were hoofprints on her forehead
and incriminating claw marks on her back
Grandma got run over by a reindeer
walking home from our house Christmas Eve
You can say there's no such thing as santa
but as for me and grandpa we believe
It's not Christmas without grandma
all the family's dressed in black
and we just cant help but wonder
should we open up her gifts or send them back!
Grandma got run over by a reindeer
walking home from our house Christmas Eve
You can say there's no such thing as santa
but as for me and grandpa we believe
Now were all so proud of grandpa
he's been taking this so well
see him in there watching football
drinking beer and playing cards with cousin Mel
Grandma got run over by a reindeer
walking home from our house Christmas Eve
You can say there's no such thing as santa
but as for me and grandpa we believe
Now the goose is on the table
and the pudding made of fig
and the blue and silver candles
that would just have matched the hair in grandma's wig
Grandma got run over by a reindeer
walking home from our house Christmas Eve
You can say there's no such thing as santa
but as for me and grandpa we believe
I've warned all my friends and neighbors
better watch out for yourselves
they should never give a license
to a man who drives a sleigh and plays with elfves!
Grandma got run over by a reindeer
walking home from our house Christmas Eve
You can say there's no such thing as santa
but as for me and grandpa we believe
-Don't have a name of the artist. Sowwies. ;-P
Gregory Cook
wrote:
=Okay. I spent 4-5 days last week with a sinus infection. All right. I
=can deal with that, because Friday I felt damn spiffy and went to a
=Christmas party, even if it was my ex's work party. *shrugs*
=
=Saturday: I feel great most of the day. Went to the local Christmas
=parade; got pelted with a shitload of candy (fuckers). By the time the
=parade was over I felt like shit. I was congested, my throat and chest
=was burnin', and by the time I had walked two blocks up the hill with
=my ex and sister, I couldn't hardly breathe. Damn, I have bronchitis.
=
=What did I do? Climbed in the car, started it and drove home, anyway.
=That took longer than usual since I was too delirious to speed. Fuck.
=
=I went to bed early Saturday, got up at 3:30 AM cause I was roastin'.
=Went to the kitchen to get a cup of ice water, and by the time I
=climbed back into bed; I was freezin'. Shit.
=
=About 6:30 AM this mornin' my ex knocks on the door, which I lock at
=night, especially when he's here. Okay. He'd told me he wanted to use
=the comp in the mornin', so I let him in and climb back in bed. What
=does he do? Climbs in bed with me. I wanted to kill him. Probably
=would have but I feel as weak as a day-old kitten. Bastard.
=
=About 9 AM I could bring myself to get up for a couple hours. Forced
=myself to eat somethin', checked headers, crawled back in bed. Slept.
=Wake up to find my ex next to me. Again. Fuck.
=
=I finally sign on AIM for awhile. Then Jason wants to play Tribes.
=Okay. I can do this. So I watch for awhile, then lay on my bed and go
=back to sleep again. This sucks.
=
=Sign back on AIM (shadow) later in the evenin'. Talk to a couple
=people. Decide to try goin' to bed when I can't spell anythin'
=anymore. Go pull on my pajamas, and just go to go to bed when my ex
=decides he wants to chat with me. He makes all kinds of stupid
=accusations, and goes so far as to say I never loved him. This
=constituted a slap, but I didn't. Should have. He claims I loved
=everyone but him. Ookay.
=
=Heh. He thinks he's gonna come say "Bye" before he leaves at 4:30 AM.
=Hell no.
=
=On top of it all. Jason and my mom are sick, too. This sucks, you know
=that?
=
=All right. I'm done rantin'. I'm goin' to bed; gotta be up at 6 AM
=(damnit).
Did you at least spread your sickness to your ex? #;-}>
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Katya Moon, the Giggling Snow Angel
14:53:01 GMT, when gfox...@earthlink.net (Gregory Cook) informed me
that I was late for my Snow Angel Dance practice again by saying this:
¤"Katya Moon, the Giggling Snow Angel" <Snow...@AngelRealm.com>
I certainly hope so. Bob knows he deserves it.
The good news is that I'm goin' to the doctor this afternoon. So is
Jason and my mom. We're gonna get drugs to kick this shit before it
turns into a pneumonia. This is good.
--
Katya Moon, the Giggling Snow Angel, is tryin' -not- to hack up her
lungs. Bleh.
**Contact Info**
**Single Quote**
**Christmas Song**
to a man who drives a sleigh and plays with elves!
Neo Christmas Tree
Katya Moon, the Giggling Snow Angel <Snow...@AngelRealm.com> wrote in
message news:S01LOBXSuFTx6Q5xf=h=LLmJ...@4ax.com...
> Okay. I spent 4-5 days last week with a sinus infection. All right. I
>
<Nelson> HA-ha! </Nelson>
> parade was over I felt like shit. I was congested, my throat and chest
> was burnin', and by the time I had walked two blocks up the hill with
> my ex and sister, I couldn't hardly breathe. Damn, I have bronchitis.
>
Bronchitis is fun, no? Heh, last time I went to the doctor for that, he
seemed intent that I didn't have it, and kept asking me if I was smoking.
Haven't gone back to the quack since. Oh well...
> What did I do? Climbed in the car, started it and drove home, anyway.
> That took longer than usual since I was too delirious to speed. Fuck.
>
Sounds like fun...
> I went to bed early Saturday, got up at 3:30 AM cause I was roastin'.
> Went to the kitchen to get a cup of ice water, and by the time I
> climbed back into bed; I was freezin'. Shit.
>
> About 6:30 AM this mornin' my ex knocks on the door, which I lock at
> night, especially when he's here. Okay. He'd told me he wanted to use
> the comp in the mornin', so I let him in and climb back in bed. What
> does he do? Climbs in bed with me. I wanted to kill him. Probably
> would have but I feel as weak as a day-old kitten. Bastard.
>
Tell him you have a secret to tell him. Tell him you were born "John" and
that you were sorry you lied to him for so long. If you're a good actress,
you can add in some fake tears for effect. Heh.
> About 9 AM I could bring myself to get up for a couple hours. Forced
> myself to eat somethin', checked headers, crawled back in bed. Slept.
> Wake up to find my ex next to me. Again. Fuck.
>
Try to use a male voice, too. <grin>
> I finally sign on AIM for awhile. Then Jason wants to play Tribes.
> Okay. I can do this. So I watch for awhile, then lay on my bed and go
> back to sleep again. This sucks.
>
Look on the bright side. You weren't watching a Jim Carrey movie.
> Sign back on AIM (shadow) later in the evenin'. Talk to a couple
> people. Decide to try goin' to bed when I can't spell anythin'
> anymore. Go pull on my pajamas, and just go to go to bed when my ex
> decides he wants to chat with me. He makes all kinds of stupid
> accusations, and goes so far as to say I never loved him. This
> constituted a slap, but I didn't. Should have. He claims I loved
> everyone but him. Ookay.
>
Bah, sounds like he's trying to get some attention from you and/or trying to
get back together without actually suggesting it, but hoping an argument
would lead in that direction. Either that or he's just retarded as a Square
translator.
> Heh. He thinks he's gonna come say "Bye" before he leaves at 4:30 AM.
> Hell no.
>
4:30 AM? Goddamn...
> On top of it all. Jason and my mom are sick, too. This sucks, you know
> that?
>
Certainly sounds that way. One of those times when you just wish somebody
would knock you unconscious.
> All right. I'm done rantin'. I'm goin' to bed; gotta be up at 6 AM
> (damnit).
>
Non-stop fun.
--
Neo Atma Weapon
Merry CX-Mas to You and Yours
<Snow...@AngelRealm.com>, working as a double agent for The Realm of
the Giggling Snow Angels (I'm the ditzy one, sue me), was seen on Mon,
06 Dec 1999 00:04:07 -0600 posting this, claiming it to be the
'truth':
<snip misery>
If it makes you feel any better, I got a really nasty paper cut this
morning. ^_^
--
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Gregory Cook
=Look on the bright side. You weren't watching a Jim Carrey movie.
Now now, Man on the Moon is going to be GOOD, damnit. #;-}>
Neo Christmas Tree
Gregory Cook <gfox...@earthlink.net> wrote in message
news:384d4ad7...@news.earthlink.net...
> "Neo Christmas Tree" <*@*.com> wrote:
>
> =Look on the bright side. You weren't watching a Jim Carrey movie.
>
> Now now, Man on the Moon is going to be GOOD, damnit. #;-}>
>
<slays Jim Carrey>
<fanfare plays>
Little blue box that tells you what you got after a battle: Recieved 5
experience!
Recieved letter begging you to quit making movies X99!
Recieved Seal of Stupidity X1!
<goes into the items menu and reads the Seal of Stupidity>
Little blue box that tells you about an item: Your wisdom and courage has
prevailed over the dark prince of stupid movies
--
Neo Atma Weapon
Gregory Cook
=
=Gregory Cook <gfox...@earthlink.net> wrote in message
=news:384d4ad7...@news.earthlink.net...
=> "Neo Christmas Tree" <*@*.com> wrote:
=>
=> =Look on the bright side. You weren't watching a Jim Carrey movie.
=>
=> Now now, Man on the Moon is going to be GOOD, damnit. #;-}>
=>
=
=<slays Jim Carrey>
=
=<fanfare plays>
=
=Little blue box that tells you what you got after a battle: Recieved 5
=experience!
=Recieved letter begging you to quit making movies X99!
=Recieved Seal of Stupidity X1!
=
=<goes into the items menu and reads the Seal of Stupidity>
=Little blue box that tells you about an item: Your wisdom and courage has
=prevailed over the dark prince of stupid movies
Truman Show was good, too. Did you see it?
The Virgin Merry
Check it out:
*snipping sniper strikes again*
~All right. I'm done rantin'. I'm goin' to bed; gotta be up at 6 AM
~(damnit).
About Bronchitis/Sinus Infection: Invest in Mentholatum and see the doctor
about an albuterol inhaler.
About Exes: They want you to hurt, but they want you to blow them, too. Do
neither. This will pain them greatly, the lousy bastards.
About Moony: Take the day off, for goodness sakes. Let somebody else take
care of the day-to-day stuff. If you keep going, you'll never have time to
recover, and so you WON'T recover. Just put that little "Fuck 'em all" in
your mind, a little away message for your mental health, and walk the fuck
off. It's not your job, believe it or not, to take care of everybody above
yourself. If you don't get better, then everybody you help out with will
suffer. Put yourself first, for once!
About Merry: Merry Widow, Version 3.1739/32, Copyright SeeSeeInc., 1976,
Licensed to Trey Parker, Serial #196849237. All Rights Reserved.
The Virgin Merry.
--
Now Playing!
Merry Fucking Christmas, performed by Mr. Garrison!
I heard there is no Christmas
In the silly Middle East
No trees, no snow, no Santa Claus
They have different religious beliefs
They believe in Mohammed
And not in our holiday
And so every December
I go to the Middle East and say
Hey there, Mister Muslim
Merry fucking Christmas!
Put down that book "The Koran"
And hear some holiday wishes
In case you didn't notice
Today is Christmas Day
So get off your heathen Muslim ass
And fucking celebrate!
There is no holiday season
In India I've heard
They don't hang up their stockings
And that is just absurd
They've never read a Christmas story
And they don't even know what Rudolph is about
So that is why in December
I'll go to India and shout
Hey there Mister Hinduist
Merry fucking Christmas!
Drink eggnog and eat some beef
And pass some to the missus
In case you didn't notice
It's Jesus' birthday
So get off your heathen Hindu ass
And fucking celebrate!
Now I heard that in Japan
Everyone just lives in sin
They pray to several gods
And put needles in their skin
On December twenty-fith
All they do is eat a cake
And that is why I go to Japan
And walk around and say
Hey there Mister Shintoist
Merry fucking Christmas!
God is gonna kick your ass
You infidelic pagan scum
In case you haven't noticed
There's festive things to do
So let's all rejoice for Jesus
Merry fucking Christmas to you!
On Christmas day
I travel 'round the world and say
Taoist, Krishnas, Buddhists
And all you atheists too!
Merry fucking Christmas to you!
"Christmas isn't Christmas without
A Swiss Colony beef log
Without those cheeses, and meats
I don't know how I'll get along
Mother tries to comfort me
She says, 'Here son, have some eggnog'
But I fucking hate eggnog, seriously."
--Eric Cartman, "Swiss Colony Beef Log"
"And what the fuck is up with lighting all these
fucking candles, tell me, please?
I'm a Jew, a lonely Jew, on Christmas."
--Kyle Broflofski, "The Lonely Jew on Christmas."
"There goes Jeffrey Dahmer
With a festive Christmas ham
After he has sex with it
He'll eat up all he can
And there goes John F. Kennedy
Caroling with his only son
Reunited for the holidays
God bless us everyone!!
Look! There's Princess Diana
Holding burning mistletoe
Over Gene Siskel's head
You can see his weenie grow!"
--Satan, "Christmas Time In Hell."
A.Weirdo the Yule Log
Snow...@AngelRealm.com wrote:
> According to the Angel Realm's time, the date was Mon, 06 Dec 1999
> 14:53:01 GMT, when gfox...@earthlink.net (Gregory Cook) informed me
> that I was late for my Snow Angel Dance practice again by saying this:
>
> 乃id you at least spread your sickness to your ex? #;-}>
>
> I certainly hope so. Bob knows he deserves it.
Heh...the weird thing is, that's the first thing I thought when I first
read your rant, too. (Errm, yeah I'm a bit vindictive. So sue me. :) If
there's any justice in the universe, he'll be coughing his lungs out in
a week or so.
> The good news is that I'm goin' to the doctor this afternoon. So is
> Jason and my mom. We're gonna get drugs to kick this shit before it
> turns into a pneumonia. This is good.
An drink lots of orange juice and chicken soup. Or something...
<SNIP>
Yay! My favorite Christmas song...
--
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"You've got to grab life by the lips and YANK as hard as you can!"
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Before you buy.
Katya Moon, the Giggling Snow Angel
15:03:47 -0600, when "Neo Christmas Tree" <*@*.com> informed me that I
was late for my Snow Angel Dance practice again by saying this:
¤Katya Moon, the Giggling Snow Angel <Snow...@AngelRealm.com> wrote in
¤message news:S01LOBXSuFTx6Q5xf=h=LLmJ...@4ax.com...
¤> Okay. I spent 4-5 days last week with a sinus infection. All right. I
¤> can deal with that, because Friday I felt damn spiffy and went to a
¤> Christmas party, even if it was my ex's work party. *shrugs*
¤>
¤> Saturday: I feel great most of the day. Went to the local Christmas
¤> parade; got pelted with a shitload of candy (fuckers). By the time the
¤
¤<Nelson> HA-ha! </Nelson>
Bah, Quiet, you. ;-P
¤
¤> parade was over I felt like shit. I was congested, my throat and chest
¤> was burnin', and by the time I had walked two blocks up the hill with
¤> my ex and sister, I couldn't hardly breathe. Damn, I have bronchitis.
¤>
¤
¤Bronchitis is fun, no? Heh, last time I went to the doctor for that, he
¤seemed intent that I didn't have it, and kept asking me if I was smoking.
¤Haven't gone back to the quack since. Oh well...
Last time I had bronchitis, we had just moved up here and had no money
for anyone to go to the doctor, so it ended up a pneumonia and I was
sick as a dog for about a month total.
Up until yesterday, I hadn't been to any kind of doctor, other than an
eye doctor and dentist, in seven years.
¤
¤> What did I do? Climbed in the car, started it and drove home, anyway.
¤> That took longer than usual since I was too delirious to speed. Fuck.
¤>
¤
¤Sounds like fun...
Not really. Especially when you're used to doing 65-70 in the 55 zone.
;-P
It's called "going with the flow of traffic". Really. ;-P
¤
¤> I went to bed early Saturday, got up at 3:30 AM cause I was roastin'.
¤> Went to the kitchen to get a cup of ice water, and by the time I
¤> climbed back into bed; I was freezin'. Shit.
¤>
¤> About 6:30 AM this mornin' my ex knocks on the door, which I lock at
¤> night, especially when he's here. Okay. He'd told me he wanted to use
¤> the comp in the mornin', so I let him in and climb back in bed. What
¤> does he do? Climbs in bed with me. I wanted to kill him. Probably
¤> would have but I feel as weak as a day-old kitten. Bastard.
¤>
¤
¤Tell him you have a secret to tell him. Tell him you were born "John" and
¤that you were sorry you lied to him for so long. If you're a good actress,
¤you can add in some fake tears for effect. Heh.
LOL! You know, I'd probably do that except for the fact that he's
known me for 7+ years. That, and I'm not that good an actress. ;-P
¤
¤> About 9 AM I could bring myself to get up for a couple hours. Forced
¤> myself to eat somethin', checked headers, crawled back in bed. Slept.
¤> Wake up to find my ex next to me. Again. Fuck.
¤>
¤
¤Try to use a male voice, too. <grin>
Heh. Maybe I'll just have Jason help me beat the shit out of him.
Having a younger brother who would make an excellent linebacker has to
be good for somethin'. ;-P
¤
¤> I finally sign on AIM for awhile. Then Jason wants to play Tribes.
¤> Okay. I can do this. So I watch for awhile, then lay on my bed and go
¤> back to sleep again. This sucks.
¤>
¤
¤Look on the bright side. You weren't watching a Jim Carrey movie.
The only Jim Carrey movie that I can honestly say I hated was "The
Cable Guy". Jason still insists that it was a good movie. To me, it
was just royally fucked up.
¤
¤> Sign back on AIM (shadow) later in the evenin'. Talk to a couple
¤> people. Decide to try goin' to bed when I can't spell anythin'
¤> anymore. Go pull on my pajamas, and just go to go to bed when my ex
¤> decides he wants to chat with me. He makes all kinds of stupid
¤> accusations, and goes so far as to say I never loved him. This
¤> constituted a slap, but I didn't. Should have. He claims I loved
¤> everyone but him. Ookay.
¤>
¤
¤Bah, sounds like he's trying to get some attention from you and/or trying to
¤get back together without actually suggesting it, but hoping an argument
¤would lead in that direction. Either that or he's just retarded as a Square
¤translator.
He thinks we should get back together, but I don't think that's
happenin'. Arguments just make this fact more true. Constant arguments
was one of the reasons I broke up with him to begin with. However, he
can't, or won't, let go, either. I'm gonna end up tellin' him to take
a bloody hike if he don't stop comin' over here every weekend.
¤
¤> Heh. He thinks he's gonna come say "Bye" before he leaves at 4:30 AM.
¤> Hell no.
¤>
¤
¤4:30 AM? Goddamn...
Yeah. When I usually have to be up by 5:30 - 6 AM every mornin',
anyway. I don't need to be gettin' up earlier when I'm already gettin'
up at an ungodly hour to begin with.
¤
¤> On top of it all. Jason and my mom are sick, too. This sucks, you know
¤> that?
¤>
¤
¤Certainly sounds that way. One of those times when you just wish somebody
¤would knock you unconscious.
Yep. This ranks right up there as one of those times. -_-;;
¤
¤> All right. I'm done rantin'. I'm goin' to bed; gotta be up at 6 AM
¤> (damnit).
¤>
¤
¤Non-stop fun.
Whee.
--
Katya Moon, the Giggling Snow Angel
**Contact Info**
AIM name: Only if I want you to find me,
and occasionally "Katya Moon"
ICQ#: 30086530
E-mail: moonangelkatya@yahoo's.shadow.com
**Single Quote**
I've learned that true friendship continues to grow, even
over the longest distance. Same goes for true love.
**Christmas Song**
Katya Moon, the Giggling Snow Angel
08:38:35 GMT, when merry...@zeeks.com (The Virgin Merry) informed me
that I was late for my Snow Angel Dance practice again by saying this:
€Check it out:
€
€*snipping sniper strikes again*
€
€~(damnit).
€About Bronchitis/Sinus Infection: Invest in Mentholatum and see the doctor
€about an albuterol inhaler.
My mom used to have an albuterol inhaler that she'd hand to me when my
breathing got tight, but she's stopped using that so I guess I'll have
to see about getting my own. -_-;;
€
€About Exes: They want you to hurt, but they want you to blow them, too. Do
€neither. This will pain them greatly, the lousy bastards.
Certainly seems that way, don't it?
I've never had this experience before, so I had no idea what to
expect, but all this clingy shit is annoyin'.
€
€About Moony: Take the day off, for goodness sakes. Let somebody else take
€care of the day-to-day stuff. If you keep going, you'll never have time to
€recover, and so you WON'T recover. Just put that little "Fuck 'em all" in
€your mind, a little away message for your mental health, and walk the fuck
€off. It's not your job, believe it or not, to take care of everybody above
€yourself. If you don't get better, then everybody you help out with will
€suffer. Put yourself first, for once!
I'd love to do that, but really can't. My mom's as sick as I am, and
she's going to work everyday. Jason's as sick as I am, and though he
bought himself a few days off work; he's worth about as much as I am
right now. -_-;;
All in all, someone's got to get the kid to and from school, at least,
and that's me. -_-;;
€
€About Merry: Merry Widow, Version 3.1739/32, Copyright SeeSeeInc., 1976,
€Licensed to Trey Parker, Serial #196849237. All Rights Reserved.
Heh. This Merry's a good version. ^_~
Prophet Khai
LOL. Haven't heard this one in a loooooooong time. The artist(s) of this
particular song would be The Irish Rovers. HTH.
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Neo Christmas Tree
No. After "Liar Liar" I quit watching Carrey movies. Same with that guy
from Naked Gun. I hate them both.
--
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Neo Christmas Tree
Katya Moon, the Giggling Snow Angel <Snow...@AngelRealm.com> wrote in
> According to the Angel Realm's time, the date was Mon, 6 Dec 1999
> 15:03:47 -0600, when "Neo Christmas Tree" <*@*.com> informed me that I
> was late for my Snow Angel Dance practice again by saying this:
>
> ¤
> ¤Katya Moon, the Giggling Snow Angel <Snow...@AngelRealm.com> wrote in
> ¤message news:S01LOBXSuFTx6Q5xf=h=LLmJ...@4ax.com...
> ¤> Okay. I spent 4-5 days last week with a sinus infection. All right. I
> ¤> can deal with that, because Friday I felt damn spiffy and went to a
> ¤> Christmas party, even if it was my ex's work party. *shrugs*
> ¤>
> ¤> Saturday: I feel great most of the day. Went to the local Christmas
> ¤> parade; got pelted with a shitload of candy (fuckers). By the time the
> ¤
> ¤<Nelson> HA-ha! </Nelson>
>
> Bah, Quiet, you. ;-P
>
Heh. If it makes you feel any better, I'd got this fucking headache that it
seems no asprin can put a dent in... And my sister has what our RN of a
mother called a "superbug." I guess it's a really vicious bug. And it's
resistant to normal antibotics, I guess. IIRC, she works at a part of the
hospital where there are some people who quit taking antibotics too early,
and the not-as-dead-as-they-thought bug came back as a mutated stain that's
immune to the antibotics they were using. I hate living around people who
work at hospitals. Not only this, but there's only so many times I can
listen to hospital stories before I just yell "shut the fuck up, I don't
care how bad it was swelling!" Now, if this bug is airborne, I'm gonna kill
'em both...
> ¤
> ¤> parade was over I felt like shit. I was congested, my throat and chest
> ¤> was burnin', and by the time I had walked two blocks up the hill with
> ¤> my ex and sister, I couldn't hardly breathe. Damn, I have bronchitis.
> ¤>
> ¤
> ¤Bronchitis is fun, no? Heh, last time I went to the doctor for that, he
> ¤seemed intent that I didn't have it, and kept asking me if I was smoking.
> ¤Haven't gone back to the quack since. Oh well...
>
> Last time I had bronchitis, we had just moved up here and had no money
> for anyone to go to the doctor, so it ended up a pneumonia and I was
> sick as a dog for about a month total.
>
Ewww. :( That's what I like about my doctor. Even though he's a quack, my
mother can just call up and tell him what we've got and he usually just
calls in a perscription for what we need. I guess he trusts her judgement
because she's a nurse. Either that, or he's an idiot and calls shit in for
anyone who asks.
> Up until yesterday, I hadn't been to any kind of doctor, other than an
> eye doctor and dentist, in seven years.
>
That's a good thing... (I think... depends on the reason for not going, I
guess)
> ¤
> ¤> What did I do? Climbed in the car, started it and drove home, anyway.
> ¤> That took longer than usual since I was too delirious to speed. Fuck.
> ¤>
> ¤
> ¤Sounds like fun...
>
> Not really. Especially when you're used to doing 65-70 in the 55 zone.
> ;-P
>
> It's called "going with the flow of traffic". Really. ;-P
>
Argh. Don't mention driving to me right now. :) I finally got off my lazy
ass and got a learner's permit a week ago. My "instructor" didn't have the
sense to tell me to make a turn until it was too late to do so. Figuring
the dumbass knows better than I do, I try the turn. Let's just say the
street sign on the corner was very lucky I realized early enough to slam on
the break. <grumble>
> ¤
> ¤> I went to bed early Saturday, got up at 3:30 AM cause I was roastin'.
> ¤> Went to the kitchen to get a cup of ice water, and by the time I
> ¤> climbed back into bed; I was freezin'. Shit.
> ¤>
> ¤> About 6:30 AM this mornin' my ex knocks on the door, which I lock at
> ¤> night, especially when he's here. Okay. He'd told me he wanted to use
> ¤> the comp in the mornin', so I let him in and climb back in bed. What
> ¤> does he do? Climbs in bed with me. I wanted to kill him. Probably
> ¤> would have but I feel as weak as a day-old kitten. Bastard.
> ¤>
> ¤
> ¤Tell him you have a secret to tell him. Tell him you were born "John"
and
> ¤that you were sorry you lied to him for so long. If you're a good
actress,
> ¤you can add in some fake tears for effect. Heh.
>
> LOL! You know, I'd probably do that except for the fact that he's
> known me for 7+ years. That, and I'm not that good an actress. ;-P
>
Wow, at least you know it. Everyone seems to think they're a GREAT
actor/singer/whatever. Like the way most people sing along with songs on
the radio, thinking they're good, and not realizing how awful they truly
are.
> ¤
> ¤> About 9 AM I could bring myself to get up for a couple hours. Forced
> ¤> myself to eat somethin', checked headers, crawled back in bed. Slept.
> ¤> Wake up to find my ex next to me. Again. Fuck.
> ¤>
> ¤
> ¤Try to use a male voice, too. <grin>
>
> Heh. Maybe I'll just have Jason help me beat the shit out of him.
> Having a younger brother who would make an excellent linebacker has to
> be good for somethin'. ;-P
>
Sounds like a good plan. Just remember, it's no exaggeration when you see
guys in AGONY after being half-ass hit in the balls. Trust me. :)
> ¤
> ¤> I finally sign on AIM for awhile. Then Jason wants to play Tribes.
> ¤> Okay. I can do this. So I watch for awhile, then lay on my bed and go
> ¤> back to sleep again. This sucks.
> ¤>
> ¤
> ¤Look on the bright side. You weren't watching a Jim Carrey movie.
>
> The only Jim Carrey movie that I can honestly say I hated was "The
> Cable Guy". Jason still insists that it was a good movie. To me, it
> was just royally fucked up.
>
Oh God. I did not remember that movie until now. ARGGGHHHH! NOOOOOOO!!!!
<screams of agony> <bangs head against wall hoping for a concussion to
knock away the memory>
> ¤
> ¤> Sign back on AIM (shadow) later in the evenin'. Talk to a couple
> ¤> people. Decide to try goin' to bed when I can't spell anythin'
> ¤> anymore. Go pull on my pajamas, and just go to go to bed when my ex
> ¤> decides he wants to chat with me. He makes all kinds of stupid
> ¤> accusations, and goes so far as to say I never loved him. This
> ¤> constituted a slap, but I didn't. Should have. He claims I loved
> ¤> everyone but him. Ookay.
> ¤>
> ¤
> ¤Bah, sounds like he's trying to get some attention from you and/or trying
to
> ¤get back together without actually suggesting it, but hoping an argument
> ¤would lead in that direction. Either that or he's just retarded as a
Square
> ¤translator.
>
> He thinks we should get back together, but I don't think that's
> happenin'. Arguments just make this fact more true. Constant arguments
> was one of the reasons I broke up with him to begin with. However, he
> can't, or won't, let go, either. I'm gonna end up tellin' him to take
> a bloody hike if he don't stop comin' over here every weekend.
>
Eh... can't comment on this without pissing off you-know-who by saying I
know what you mean about constant arguments, so I'm gonna just refrain from
commenting here.
> ¤
> ¤> Heh. He thinks he's gonna come say "Bye" before he leaves at 4:30 AM.
> ¤> Hell no.
> ¤>
> ¤
> ¤4:30 AM? Goddamn...
>
> Yeah. When I usually have to be up by 5:30 - 6 AM every mornin',
> anyway. I don't need to be gettin' up earlier when I'm already gettin'
> up at an ungodly hour to begin with.
>
Woah. there's a 6 AM, too... I learn something new every day... Heh.
> ¤
> ¤> On top of it all. Jason and my mom are sick, too. This sucks, you know
> ¤> that?
> ¤>
> ¤
> ¤Certainly sounds that way. One of those times when you just wish
somebody
> ¤would knock you unconscious.
>
> Yep. This ranks right up there as one of those times. -_-;;
>
<nod> Sympathies.
> ¤
> ¤> All right. I'm done rantin'. I'm goin' to bed; gotta be up at 6 AM
> ¤> (damnit).
> ¤>
> ¤
> ¤Non-stop fun.
>
> Whee.
>
--
Neo Atma Weapon
J Stocker
>No. After "Liar Liar" I quit watching Carrey movies. Same with that guy
>from Naked Gun. I hate them both.
Leslie Neilson.
- tiamat
Jonny with Mistletoe
Moon, the Giggling Snow Angel who said ...
>Okay. I spent 4-5 days last week with a sinus infection. All right. I
>can deal with that, because Friday I felt damn spiffy and went to a
>Christmas party, even if it was my ex's work party. *shrugs*
>
>Saturday: I feel great most of the day. Went to the local Christmas
>parade; got pelted with a shitload of candy (fuckers). By the time the
>parade was over I felt like shit. I was congested, my throat and chest
>was burnin', and by the time I had walked two blocks up the hill with
>my ex and sister, I couldn't hardly breathe. Damn, I have bronchitis.
>
>What did I do? Climbed in the car, started it and drove home, anyway.
>That took longer than usual since I was too delirious to speed. Fuck.
>
>I went to bed early Saturday, got up at 3:30 AM cause I was roastin'.
>Went to the kitchen to get a cup of ice water, and by the time I
>climbed back into bed; I was freezin'. Shit.
>
>About 6:30 AM this mornin' my ex knocks on the door, which I lock at
>night, especially when he's here. Okay. He'd told me he wanted to use
>the comp in the mornin', so I let him in and climb back in bed. What
>does he do? Climbs in bed with me. I wanted to kill him. Probably
>would have but I feel as weak as a day-old kitten. Bastard.
>
>About 9 AM I could bring myself to get up for a couple hours. Forced
>myself to eat somethin', checked headers, crawled back in bed. Slept.
>Wake up to find my ex next to me. Again. Fuck.
>
>I finally sign on AIM for awhile. Then Jason wants to play Tribes.
>Okay. I can do this. So I watch for awhile, then lay on my bed and go
>back to sleep again. This sucks.
>
>Sign back on AIM (shadow) later in the evenin'. Talk to a couple
>people. Decide to try goin' to bed when I can't spell anythin'
>anymore. Go pull on my pajamas, and just go to go to bed when my ex
>decides he wants to chat with me. He makes all kinds of stupid
>accusations, and goes so far as to say I never loved him. This
>constituted a slap, but I didn't. Should have. He claims I loved
>everyone but him. Ookay.
>
>Heh. He thinks he's gonna come say "Bye" before he leaves at 4:30 AM.
>Hell no.
>
>On top of it all. Jason and my mom are sick, too. This sucks, you know
>that?
>
>All right. I'm done rantin'. I'm goin' to bed; gotta be up at 6 AM
>(damnit).
Everyone's having a shitty week. I'd join in with the rambling to
about school, relationships and feeling ill but I'm sure people don't
want any more depressing posts.
Jonny with Mistletoe
CX-Mas to You and Yours who said ...
>The SAEDI official "Katya Moon, the Giggling Snow Angel"
><Snow...@AngelRealm.com>, working as a double agent for The Realm of
>the Giggling Snow Angels (I'm the ditzy one, sue me), was seen on Mon,
>06 Dec 1999 00:04:07 -0600 posting this, claiming it to be the
>'truth':
>
><snip misery>
>
>If it makes you feel any better, I got a really nasty paper cut this
>morning. ^_^
Awww. Do you want me to have a lok at that? ;-) ::ducks::
Katya Moon, the Giggling Snow Angel
19:04:40 -0600, when "Neo Christmas Tree" <*@*.com> informed me that I
was late for my Snow Angel Dance practice again by saying this:
¤
¤Katya Moon, the Giggling Snow Angel <Snow...@AngelRealm.com> wrote in
¤> According to the Angel Realm's time, the date was Mon, 6 Dec 1999
¤> 15:03:47 -0600, when "Neo Christmas Tree" <*@*.com> informed me that I
¤> was late for my Snow Angel Dance practice again by saying this:
¤>
¤> ¤
¤> ¤Katya Moon, the Giggling Snow Angel <Snow...@AngelRealm.com> wrote in
¤> ¤message news:S01LOBXSuFTx6Q5xf=h=LLmJ...@4ax.com...
¤> ¤> Okay. I spent 4-5 days last week with a sinus infection. All right. I
¤> ¤> can deal with that, because Friday I felt damn spiffy and went to a
¤> ¤> Christmas party, even if it was my ex's work party. *shrugs*
¤> ¤>
¤> ¤> Saturday: I feel great most of the day. Went to the local Christmas
¤> ¤> parade; got pelted with a shitload of candy (fuckers). By the time the
¤> ¤
¤> ¤<Nelson> HA-ha! </Nelson>
¤>
¤> Bah, Quiet, you. ;-P
¤>
¤
¤Heh. If it makes you feel any better, I'd got this fucking headache that it
¤seems no asprin can put a dent in...
Try ibuprofen. 600mg of that usually kicks even my worst headaches.
¤And my sister has what our RN of a
¤mother called a "superbug." I guess it's a really vicious bug. And it's
¤resistant to normal antibotics, I guess.
That sucks. I think my mom's boyfriend may have something like that.
He's down pretty bad with something.
¤IIRC, she works at a part of the
¤hospital where there are some people who quit taking antibotics too early,
¤and the not-as-dead-as-they-thought bug came back as a mutated stain that's
¤immune to the antibotics they were using. I hate living around people who
¤work at hospitals. Not only this, but there's only so many times I can
¤listen to hospital stories before I just yell "shut the fuck up, I don't
¤care how bad it was swelling!" Now, if this bug is airborne, I'm gonna kill
¤'em both...
I'm my mom's sounding board after she's had a bad day at work. I know
pretty much every screwed up thing that happens in that hospital, and
it drives me nuts since I'm always the fist person she rants to. -_-;;
¤
¤> ¤
¤> ¤> parade was over I felt like shit. I was congested, my throat and chest
¤> ¤> was burnin', and by the time I had walked two blocks up the hill with
¤> ¤> my ex and sister, I couldn't hardly breathe. Damn, I have bronchitis.
¤> ¤>
¤> ¤
¤> ¤Bronchitis is fun, no? Heh, last time I went to the doctor for that, he
¤> ¤seemed intent that I didn't have it, and kept asking me if I was smoking.
¤> ¤Haven't gone back to the quack since. Oh well...
¤>
¤> Last time I had bronchitis, we had just moved up here and had no money
¤> for anyone to go to the doctor, so it ended up a pneumonia and I was
¤> sick as a dog for about a month total.
¤>
¤
¤Ewww. :( That's what I like about my doctor. Even though he's a quack, my
¤mother can just call up and tell him what we've got and he usually just
¤calls in a perscription for what we need. I guess he trusts her judgement
¤because she's a nurse. Either that, or he's an idiot and calls shit in for
¤anyone who asks.
LOL! I would hope he just trusts your mother's judgement, but there
are doctors out there who will prescribe anything for anybody. O_o
¤
¤> Up until yesterday, I hadn't been to any kind of doctor, other than an
¤> eye doctor and dentist, in seven years.
¤>
¤
¤That's a good thing... (I think... depends on the reason for not going, I
¤guess)
Mostly that I've not really been sick enough to go, but a lot of it
has to do with the fact that I hate doctors, too.
¤
¤> ¤
¤> ¤> What did I do? Climbed in the car, started it and drove home, anyway.
¤> ¤> That took longer than usual since I was too delirious to speed. Fuck.
¤> ¤>
¤> ¤
¤> ¤Sounds like fun...
¤>
¤> Not really. Especially when you're used to doing 65-70 in the 55 zone.
¤> ;-P
¤>
¤> It's called "going with the flow of traffic". Really. ;-P
¤>
¤
¤Argh. Don't mention driving to me right now. :) I finally got off my lazy
¤ass and got a learner's permit a week ago. My "instructor" didn't have the
¤sense to tell me to make a turn until it was too late to do so. Figuring
¤the dumbass knows better than I do, I try the turn. Let's just say the
¤street sign on the corner was very lucky I realized early enough to slam on
¤the break. <grumble>
Heh. ^_^
Bad instructors are not good when you're learning. He needs to tell
you about a block and a half in advance of when he wants you to make a
turn. It's one thing to be making the decision yourself, because you
usually know where you're going, but when you're following someone
else's instructions; it's different, and you need the extra warning
time.
¤
¤> ¤
¤> ¤> I went to bed early Saturday, got up at 3:30 AM cause I was roastin'.
¤> ¤> Went to the kitchen to get a cup of ice water, and by the time I
¤> ¤> climbed back into bed; I was freezin'. Shit.
¤> ¤>
¤> ¤> About 6:30 AM this mornin' my ex knocks on the door, which I lock at
¤> ¤> night, especially when he's here. Okay. He'd told me he wanted to use
¤> ¤> the comp in the mornin', so I let him in and climb back in bed. What
¤> ¤> does he do? Climbs in bed with me. I wanted to kill him. Probably
¤> ¤> would have but I feel as weak as a day-old kitten. Bastard.
¤> ¤>
¤> ¤
¤> ¤Tell him you have a secret to tell him. Tell him you were born "John"
¤and
¤> ¤that you were sorry you lied to him for so long. If you're a good
¤actress,
¤> ¤you can add in some fake tears for effect. Heh.
¤>
¤> LOL! You know, I'd probably do that except for the fact that he's
¤> known me for 7+ years. That, and I'm not that good an actress. ;-P
¤>
¤
¤Wow, at least you know it. Everyone seems to think they're a GREAT
¤actor/singer/whatever. Like the way most people sing along with songs on
¤the radio, thinking they're good, and not realizing how awful they truly
¤are.
Eh. I sing to the radio when I'm in the car, but it's usually just me
or me and my sis, then, and she certainly doesn't care.
I lack pretty much any form of real talent besides the ability to be a
nurse without the little paper that says I'm licensed to be one. -_-;;
¤
¤> ¤
¤> ¤> About 9 AM I could bring myself to get up for a couple hours. Forced
¤> ¤> myself to eat somethin', checked headers, crawled back in bed. Slept.
¤> ¤> Wake up to find my ex next to me. Again. Fuck.
¤> ¤>
¤> ¤
¤> ¤Try to use a male voice, too. <grin>
¤>
¤> Heh. Maybe I'll just have Jason help me beat the shit out of him.
¤> Having a younger brother who would make an excellent linebacker has to
¤> be good for somethin'. ;-P
¤>
¤
¤Sounds like a good plan. Just remember, it's no exaggeration when you see
¤guys in AGONY after being half-ass hit in the balls. Trust me. :)
LOL! This I know. ^_^
¤
¤> ¤
¤> ¤> I finally sign on AIM for awhile. Then Jason wants to play Tribes.
¤> ¤> Okay. I can do this. So I watch for awhile, then lay on my bed and go
¤> ¤> back to sleep again. This sucks.
¤> ¤>
¤> ¤
¤> ¤Look on the bright side. You weren't watching a Jim Carrey movie.
¤>
¤> The only Jim Carrey movie that I can honestly say I hated was "The
¤> Cable Guy". Jason still insists that it was a good movie. To me, it
¤> was just royally fucked up.
¤>
¤
¤Oh God. I did not remember that movie until now. ARGGGHHHH! NOOOOOOO!!!!
¤<screams of agony> <bangs head against wall hoping for a concussion to
¤knock away the memory>
I take it you agree with me then, right? ^_~
¤
¤> ¤
¤> ¤> Sign back on AIM (shadow) later in the evenin'. Talk to a couple
¤> ¤> people. Decide to try goin' to bed when I can't spell anythin'
¤> ¤> anymore. Go pull on my pajamas, and just go to go to bed when my ex
¤> ¤> decides he wants to chat with me. He makes all kinds of stupid
¤> ¤> accusations, and goes so far as to say I never loved him. This
¤> ¤> constituted a slap, but I didn't. Should have. He claims I loved
¤> ¤> everyone but him. Ookay.
¤> ¤>
¤> ¤
¤> ¤Bah, sounds like he's trying to get some attention from you and/or trying
¤to
¤> ¤get back together without actually suggesting it, but hoping an argument
¤> ¤would lead in that direction. Either that or he's just retarded as a
¤Square
¤> ¤translator.
¤>
¤> He thinks we should get back together, but I don't think that's
¤> happenin'. Arguments just make this fact more true. Constant arguments
¤> was one of the reasons I broke up with him to begin with. However, he
¤> can't, or won't, let go, either. I'm gonna end up tellin' him to take
¤> a bloody hike if he don't stop comin' over here every weekend.
¤>
¤
¤Eh... can't comment on this without pissing off you-know-who by saying I
¤know what you mean about constant arguments, so I'm gonna just refrain from
¤commenting here.
*nodsnods*
¤
¤> ¤
¤> ¤> Heh. He thinks he's gonna come say "Bye" before he leaves at 4:30 AM.
¤> ¤> Hell no.
¤> ¤>
¤> ¤
¤> ¤4:30 AM? Goddamn...
¤>
¤> Yeah. When I usually have to be up by 5:30 - 6 AM every mornin',
¤> anyway. I don't need to be gettin' up earlier when I'm already gettin'
¤> up at an ungodly hour to begin with.
¤>
¤
¤Woah. there's a 6 AM, too... I learn something new every day... Heh.
*grins* Yes, and I see that side of the day every mornin'. Damn.
¤
¤> ¤
¤> ¤> On top of it all. Jason and my mom are sick, too. This sucks, you know
¤> ¤> that?
¤> ¤>
¤> ¤
¤> ¤Certainly sounds that way. One of those times when you just wish
¤somebody
¤> ¤would knock you unconscious.
¤>
¤> Yep. This ranks right up there as one of those times. -_-;;
¤>
¤
¤<nod> Sympathies.
Danke. ^_^ Hope you can get rid of that headache. If ibuprofen don't
help; try taking some dimetapp in conjunction with it. That's what I
do when I have a seriously bad sinus headache.
--
Katya Moon, the Giggling Snow Angel
**Contact Info**
**Single Quote**
**Christmas Song**
-The Irish Rovers ;-P
The Virgin Merry
long enough to write this:
~According to the Angel Realm's time, the date was Tue, 07 Dec 1999
~08:38:35 GMT, when merry...@zeeks.com (The Virgin Merry) informed me
~that I was late for my Snow Angel Dance practice again by saying this:
~
~¤Katya Moon, the Giggling Snow Angel said this stuff. I don't know why.
~¤Check it out:
~¤
~¤*snipping sniper strikes again*
~¤
~¤~All right. I'm done rantin'. I'm goin' to bed; gotta be up at 6 AM
~¤~(damnit).
~¤
~¤About Bronchitis/Sinus Infection: Invest in Mentholatum and see the
doctor
~¤about an albuterol inhaler.
~
~My mom used to have an albuterol inhaler that she'd hand to me when my
~breathing got tight, but she's stopped using that so I guess I'll have
~to see about getting my own. -_-;;
It's a good thing. Not to sound like Martha Stewart. My bronchitis is just
getting worse; it seems like every day, I'll take a deep breath and suddenly
it'll feel like I've ripped my lung open. I had to take three puffs off
that damned inhaler this morning just to breathe. Then I went to bed
shaking. -_-;;
~¤About Exes: They want you to hurt, but they want you to blow them, too.
Do
~¤neither. This will pain them greatly, the lousy bastards.
~
~Certainly seems that way, don't it?
Not just *seems*, my love. That's the way things are.
~I've never had this experience before, so I had no idea what to
~expect, but all this clingy shit is annoyin'.
Just tell him to fuck off. Say, "You know, there's a reason you're my EX,
and that's good enough reason for you to kick the fuck back and leave me
alone. We're not together anymore, so just fuck off." Trust me. It'll
help.
~¤About Moony: Take the day off, for goodness sakes. Let somebody else
take
~¤care of the day-to-day stuff. If you keep going, you'll never have time
to
~¤recover, and so you WON'T recover. Just put that little "Fuck 'em all" in
~¤your mind, a little away message for your mental health, and walk the fuck
~¤off. It's not your job, believe it or not, to take care of everybody
above
~¤yourself. If you don't get better, then everybody you help out with will
~¤suffer. Put yourself first, for once!
~
~I'd love to do that, but really can't. My mom's as sick as I am, and
~she's going to work everyday. Jason's as sick as I am, and though he
~bought himself a few days off work; he's worth about as much as I am
~right now. -_-;;
So you'll just push and push yourself until everybody else is better, and
then what? Will you take some time for yourself then?
~All in all, someone's got to get the kid to and from school, at least,
~and that's me. -_-;;
Yes, but you're resting up in between times, right? RIGHT?!!?!
~¤About Merry: Merry Widow, Version 3.1739/32, Copyright SeeSeeInc., 1976,
~¤Licensed to Trey Parker, Serial #196849237. All Rights Reserved.
~
~Heh. This Merry's a good version. ^_~
This Merry needs an upgrade. -_-;;
Katya Moon, the Giggling Snow Angel
01:15:16 -0800, when The Virgin Merry <merry...@zeeks.com> informed
me that I was late for my Snow Angel Dance practice again by saying
this:
¤Katya Moon, the Giggling Snow Angel stopped singing "The Dreidel Song" just
Bronchitis isn't a regular thing for me, but I have chronic sinus
trouble. Hell, my mom thinks I've had sinus trouble since I was in an
infant, despite the fact that most doctors have told her that's
impossible. I happen to like breathing, though, and if that will help;
it's something I definitely need to ask my doctor about.
¤
¤~¤About Exes: They want you to hurt, but they want you to blow them, too.
¤Do
¤~¤neither. This will pain them greatly, the lousy bastards.
¤~
¤~Certainly seems that way, don't it?
¤
¤Not just *seems*, my love. That's the way things are.
*nodsnods* I'm new to this. Pardon my ignorance. -_-;;
¤
¤~I've never had this experience before, so I had no idea what to
¤~expect, but all this clingy shit is annoyin'.
¤
¤Just tell him to fuck off. Say, "You know, there's a reason you're my EX,
¤and that's good enough reason for you to kick the fuck back and leave me
¤alone. We're not together anymore, so just fuck off." Trust me. It'll
¤help.
Heh. He was here last night again, but I think he's finally starting
to get the point since he realized he pissed me off the other night.
He didn't try a damn thing and mostly stayed a good 4-5 feet from me
most of the night.
The problem with me is that it's hard for people to tell when I'm
really pissed off. I may yell at someone occasionally, but people can
always tell that I'm not really that upset. I'm really pissed off when
I just don't seem to be upset at all. I look completely emotionless
and cold as the fuckin' north pole, and never raise my voice. Anybody
who doesn't know me well, doesn't know that. -_-;;
¤
¤~¤About Moony: Take the day off, for goodness sakes. Let somebody else
¤take
¤~¤care of the day-to-day stuff. If you keep going, you'll never have time
¤to
¤~¤recover, and so you WON'T recover. Just put that little "Fuck 'em all" in
¤~¤your mind, a little away message for your mental health, and walk the fuck
¤~¤off. It's not your job, believe it or not, to take care of everybody
¤above
¤~¤yourself. If you don't get better, then everybody you help out with will
¤~¤suffer. Put yourself first, for once!
¤~
¤~I'd love to do that, but really can't. My mom's as sick as I am, and
¤~she's going to work everyday. Jason's as sick as I am, and though he
¤~bought himself a few days off work; he's worth about as much as I am
¤~right now. -_-;;
¤
¤So you'll just push and push yourself until everybody else is better, and
¤then what? Will you take some time for yourself then?
Maybe. If I'm not over it myself by then. -_-;;
¤
¤~All in all, someone's got to get the kid to and from school, at least,
¤~and that's me. -_-;;
¤
¤Yes, but you're resting up in between times, right? RIGHT?!!?!
Sometimes. I couldn't stay awake yesterday mornin', so I took a nap
till noon. I feel pretty good this mornin', though, so I'll probably
catch up on some things around here. -_-;;
¤
¤~¤About Merry: Merry Widow, Version 3.1739/32, Copyright SeeSeeInc., 1976,
¤~¤Licensed to Trey Parker, Serial #196849237. All Rights Reserved.
¤~
¤~Heh. This Merry's a good version. ^_~
¤
¤This Merry needs an upgrade. -_-;;
Aww... I think this Merry is fine just as she is. ^_^
--
Katya Moon, the Giggling Snow Angel
**Contact Info**
Neo Christmas Tree
Katya Moon, the Giggling Snow Angel <Snow...@AngelRealm.com> wrote in
> According to the Angel Realm's time, the date was Tue, 7 Dec 1999
> 19:04:40 -0600, when "Neo Christmas Tree" <*@*.com> informed me that I
> was late for my Snow Angel Dance practice again by saying this:
>
> ¤
> ¤Katya Moon, the Giggling Snow Angel <Snow...@AngelRealm.com> wrote in
> ¤message news:PhtNOJ2nS66PJdtrzX=wPLK...@4ax.com...
> ¤> According to the Angel Realm's time, the date was Mon, 6 Dec 1999
> ¤> 15:03:47 -0600, when "Neo Christmas Tree" <*@*.com> informed me that I
> ¤> was late for my Snow Angel Dance practice again by saying this:
> ¤>
> ¤> ¤
> ¤> ¤Katya Moon, the Giggling Snow Angel <Snow...@AngelRealm.com> wrote
in
> ¤> ¤message news:S01LOBXSuFTx6Q5xf=h=LLmJ...@4ax.com...
> ¤> ¤> Okay. I spent 4-5 days last week with a sinus infection. All right.
I
> ¤> ¤> can deal with that, because Friday I felt damn spiffy and went to a
> ¤> ¤> Christmas party, even if it was my ex's work party. *shrugs*
> ¤> ¤>
> ¤> ¤> Saturday: I feel great most of the day. Went to the local Christmas
> ¤> ¤> parade; got pelted with a shitload of candy (fuckers). By the time
the
> ¤> ¤
> ¤> ¤<Nelson> HA-ha! </Nelson>
> ¤>
> ¤> Bah, Quiet, you. ;-P
> ¤>
> ¤
> ¤Heh. If it makes you feel any better, I'd got this fucking headache that
it
> ¤seems no asprin can put a dent in...
>
> Try ibuprofen. 600mg of that usually kicks even my worst headaches.
>
About 600-800 mg of Ibuprofen is what I usually take for headaches...
Didn't do a damn thing this time... Nor did the asprin a few hours later...
Between that and a few other things, I thought I was coming down with
something yesterday... and I woke up today feeling like it was almost gone,
and rather feeling like a fool because there's no such thing as a 12 hour
bug. 24, maybe, but that's rare... <grumbles, breaks something>
> ¤And my sister has what our RN of a
> ¤mother called a "superbug." I guess it's a really vicious bug. And it's
> ¤resistant to normal antibotics, I guess.
>
> That sucks. I think my mom's boyfriend may have something like that.
> He's down pretty bad with something.
>
Ugh. Good luck staying out of coughing range...
> ¤IIRC, she works at a part of the
> ¤hospital where there are some people who quit taking antibotics too
early,
> ¤and the not-as-dead-as-they-thought bug came back as a mutated stain
that's
> ¤immune to the antibotics they were using. I hate living around people
who
> ¤work at hospitals. Not only this, but there's only so many times I can
> ¤listen to hospital stories before I just yell "shut the fuck up, I don't
> ¤care how bad it was swelling!" Now, if this bug is airborne, I'm gonna
kill
> ¤'em both...
>
> I'm my mom's sounding board after she's had a bad day at work. I know
> pretty much every screwed up thing that happens in that hospital, and
> it drives me nuts since I'm always the fist person she rants to. -_-;;
>
Heh, doesn't it get kinda old after a while?
> ¤
> ¤> ¤
> ¤> ¤> parade was over I felt like shit. I was congested, my throat and
chest
> ¤> ¤> was burnin', and by the time I had walked two blocks up the hill
with
> ¤> ¤> my ex and sister, I couldn't hardly breathe. Damn, I have
bronchitis.
> ¤> ¤>
> ¤> ¤
> ¤> ¤Bronchitis is fun, no? Heh, last time I went to the doctor for that,
he
> ¤> ¤seemed intent that I didn't have it, and kept asking me if I was
smoking.
> ¤> ¤Haven't gone back to the quack since. Oh well...
> ¤>
> ¤> Last time I had bronchitis, we had just moved up here and had no money
> ¤> for anyone to go to the doctor, so it ended up a pneumonia and I was
> ¤> sick as a dog for about a month total.
> ¤>
> ¤
> ¤Ewww. :( That's what I like about my doctor. Even though he's a quack,
my
> ¤mother can just call up and tell him what we've got and he usually just
> ¤calls in a perscription for what we need. I guess he trusts her
judgement
> ¤because she's a nurse. Either that, or he's an idiot and calls shit in
for
> ¤anyone who asks.
>
> LOL! I would hope he just trusts your mother's judgement, but there
> are doctors out there who will prescribe anything for anybody. O_o
>
He is a true dumbass usually. My nickname for him is "Dr. Donotests"
because he never does tests when he should. "I have chest pain." "It's
heartburn." That's the kinda doctor he is. It's only a matter of time
before he fucks up, and somebody gets killed or something and he gets sued
for malpractice.
> ¤
> ¤> Up until yesterday, I hadn't been to any kind of doctor, other than an
> ¤> eye doctor and dentist, in seven years.
> ¤>
> ¤
> ¤That's a good thing... (I think... depends on the reason for not going,
I
> ¤guess)
>
> Mostly that I've not really been sick enough to go, but a lot of it
> has to do with the fact that I hate doctors, too.
>
Heh, that's odd... Most people hate dentists more... :)
> ¤
> ¤> ¤
> ¤> ¤> What did I do? Climbed in the car, started it and drove home,
anyway.
> ¤> ¤> That took longer than usual since I was too delirious to speed.
Fuck.
> ¤> ¤>
> ¤> ¤
> ¤> ¤Sounds like fun...
> ¤>
> ¤> Not really. Especially when you're used to doing 65-70 in the 55 zone.
> ¤> ;-P
> ¤>
> ¤> It's called "going with the flow of traffic". Really. ;-P
> ¤>
> ¤
> ¤Argh. Don't mention driving to me right now. :) I finally got off my
lazy
> ¤ass and got a learner's permit a week ago. My "instructor" didn't have
the
> ¤sense to tell me to make a turn until it was too late to do so. Figuring
> ¤the dumbass knows better than I do, I try the turn. Let's just say the
> ¤street sign on the corner was very lucky I realized early enough to slam
on
> ¤the break. <grumble>
>
> Heh. ^_^
>
> Bad instructors are not good when you're learning. He needs to tell
> you about a block and a half in advance of when he wants you to make a
> turn. It's one thing to be making the decision yourself, because you
> usually know where you're going, but when you're following someone
> else's instructions; it's different, and you need the extra warning
> time.
>
Exactly... Especially when they don't consider in reaction time... <sigh>
> ¤
> ¤> ¤
> ¤> ¤> I went to bed early Saturday, got up at 3:30 AM cause I was
roastin'.
> ¤> ¤> Went to the kitchen to get a cup of ice water, and by the time I
> ¤> ¤> climbed back into bed; I was freezin'. Shit.
> ¤> ¤>
> ¤> ¤> About 6:30 AM this mornin' my ex knocks on the door, which I lock at
> ¤> ¤> night, especially when he's here. Okay. He'd told me he wanted to
use
> ¤> ¤> the comp in the mornin', so I let him in and climb back in bed. What
> ¤> ¤> does he do? Climbs in bed with me. I wanted to kill him. Probably
> ¤> ¤> would have but I feel as weak as a day-old kitten. Bastard.
> ¤> ¤>
> ¤> ¤
> ¤> ¤Tell him you have a secret to tell him. Tell him you were born "John"
> ¤and
> ¤> ¤that you were sorry you lied to him for so long. If you're a good
> ¤actress,
> ¤> ¤you can add in some fake tears for effect. Heh.
> ¤>
> ¤> LOL! You know, I'd probably do that except for the fact that he's
> ¤> known me for 7+ years. That, and I'm not that good an actress. ;-P
> ¤>
> ¤
> ¤Wow, at least you know it. Everyone seems to think they're a GREAT
> ¤actor/singer/whatever. Like the way most people sing along with songs on
> ¤the radio, thinking they're good, and not realizing how awful they truly
> ¤are.
>
> Eh. I sing to the radio when I'm in the car, but it's usually just me
> or me and my sis, then, and she certainly doesn't care.
>
Heh, but there's the difference... you're not doing it when people mind.
> I lack pretty much any form of real talent besides the ability to be a
> nurse without the little paper that says I'm licensed to be one. -_-;;
>
Heh, been around one and heard the stories long enough to be one yourself?
> ¤
> ¤> ¤
> ¤> ¤> About 9 AM I could bring myself to get up for a couple hours. Forced
> ¤> ¤> myself to eat somethin', checked headers, crawled back in bed.
Slept.
> ¤> ¤> Wake up to find my ex next to me. Again. Fuck.
> ¤> ¤>
> ¤> ¤
> ¤> ¤Try to use a male voice, too. <grin>
> ¤>
> ¤> Heh. Maybe I'll just have Jason help me beat the shit out of him.
> ¤> Having a younger brother who would make an excellent linebacker has to
> ¤> be good for somethin'. ;-P
> ¤>
> ¤
> ¤Sounds like a good plan. Just remember, it's no exaggeration when you
see
> ¤guys in AGONY after being half-ass hit in the balls. Trust me. :)
>
> LOL! This I know. ^_^
>
heh.
> ¤
> ¤> ¤
> ¤> ¤> I finally sign on AIM for awhile. Then Jason wants to play Tribes.
> ¤> ¤> Okay. I can do this. So I watch for awhile, then lay on my bed and
go
> ¤> ¤> back to sleep again. This sucks.
> ¤> ¤>
> ¤> ¤
> ¤> ¤Look on the bright side. You weren't watching a Jim Carrey movie.
> ¤>
> ¤> The only Jim Carrey movie that I can honestly say I hated was "The
> ¤> Cable Guy". Jason still insists that it was a good movie. To me, it
> ¤> was just royally fucked up.
> ¤>
> ¤
> ¤Oh God. I did not remember that movie until now. ARGGGHHHH!
NOOOOOOO!!!!
> ¤<screams of agony> <bangs head against wall hoping for a concussion to
> ¤knock away the memory>
>
> I take it you agree with me then, right? ^_~
>
That would be putting it lightly.
Be thankful you weren't one of the ones out at 5 AM on Black Friday.
(Unless of course you were, heh) That was just SICK.
> ¤
> ¤> ¤
> ¤> ¤> On top of it all. Jason and my mom are sick, too. This sucks, you
know
> ¤> ¤> that?
> ¤> ¤>
> ¤> ¤
> ¤> ¤Certainly sounds that way. One of those times when you just wish
> ¤somebody
> ¤> ¤would knock you unconscious.
> ¤>
> ¤> Yep. This ranks right up there as one of those times. -_-;;
> ¤>
> ¤
> ¤<nod> Sympathies.
>
> Danke. ^_^ Hope you can get rid of that headache. If ibuprofen don't
> help; try taking some dimetapp in conjunction with it. That's what I
> do when I have a seriously bad sinus headache.
>
Heh... nothing better than combined strength. :)
--
Neo Atma Weapon
"Kurse all Square Tranvationz!"
Katya Moon, the Giggling Snow Angel
08:56:42 -0600, when "Neo Christmas Tree" <*@*.com> informed me that I
was late for my Snow Angel Dance practice again by saying this:
¤
¤Katya Moon, the Giggling Snow Angel <Snow...@AngelRealm.com> wrote in
Wow. And I thought I was the only one that did that. Learn somethin'
new everyday.
¤Didn't do a damn thing this time... Nor did the asprin a few hours later...
¤Between that and a few other things, I thought I was coming down with
¤something yesterday... and I woke up today feeling like it was almost gone,
¤and rather feeling like a fool because there's no such thing as a 12 hour
¤bug. 24, maybe, but that's rare... <grumbles, breaks something>
Usually the ibuprofen works for me. When it doesn't, I kick in the
dimetapp, and sometimes some tylenol on top of that. If that doesn't
work; I resign myself to pain and misery for a few days, cause it
usually means a sinus infection. -_-;;
Glad it's not as bad this mornin', though. I can sympathize since I
usually have headaches like those.
¤
¤> ¤And my sister has what our RN of a
¤> ¤mother called a "superbug." I guess it's a really vicious bug. And it's
¤> ¤resistant to normal antibotics, I guess.
¤>
¤> That sucks. I think my mom's boyfriend may have something like that.
¤> He's down pretty bad with something.
¤>
¤
¤Ugh. Good luck staying out of coughing range...
Not too hard. Since I'm sick, too, I don't go over to his house with
my mom. ^_^
¤
¤> ¤IIRC, she works at a part of the
¤> ¤hospital where there are some people who quit taking antibotics too
¤early,
¤> ¤and the not-as-dead-as-they-thought bug came back as a mutated stain
¤that's
¤> ¤immune to the antibotics they were using. I hate living around people
¤who
¤> ¤work at hospitals. Not only this, but there's only so many times I can
¤> ¤listen to hospital stories before I just yell "shut the fuck up, I don't
¤> ¤care how bad it was swelling!" Now, if this bug is airborne, I'm gonna
¤kill
¤> ¤'em both...
¤>
¤> I'm my mom's sounding board after she's had a bad day at work. I know
¤> pretty much every screwed up thing that happens in that hospital, and
¤> it drives me nuts since I'm always the fist person she rants to. -_-;;
¤>
¤
¤Heh, doesn't it get kinda old after a while?
Very. But I'd rather her vent at me then one of her co-workers. Keeps
her out of trouble.
¤
¤> ¤
¤> ¤> ¤
¤> ¤> ¤> parade was over I felt like shit. I was congested, my throat and
This is about the point where I say, "Get a new doctor". The fact that
he'll readily write prescriptions may be nice, but it's bad when he
won't check up on things as serious as chest pain. Especially if there
isn't an identifiable or readily seen reason, like excessive coughing,
or something.
¤
¤> ¤
¤> ¤> Up until yesterday, I hadn't been to any kind of doctor, other than an
¤> ¤> eye doctor and dentist, in seven years.
¤> ¤>
¤> ¤
¤> ¤That's a good thing... (I think... depends on the reason for not going,
¤I
¤> ¤guess)
¤>
¤> Mostly that I've not really been sick enough to go, but a lot of it
¤> has to do with the fact that I hate doctors, too.
¤>
¤
¤Heh, that's odd... Most people hate dentists more... :)
"Doctors" exclude no one with a Dr. before their last name. ;-P
Doctors are doctors, and IMO, should be avoided at all costs. -_-;;
¤
¤> ¤
¤> ¤> ¤
¤> ¤> ¤> What did I do? Climbed in the car, started it and drove home,
¤anyway.
¤> ¤> ¤> That took longer than usual since I was too delirious to speed.
¤Fuck.
¤> ¤> ¤>
¤> ¤> ¤
¤> ¤> ¤Sounds like fun...
¤> ¤>
¤> ¤> Not really. Especially when you're used to doing 65-70 in the 55 zone.
¤> ¤> ;-P
¤> ¤>
¤> ¤> It's called "going with the flow of traffic". Really. ;-P
¤> ¤>
¤> ¤
¤> ¤Argh. Don't mention driving to me right now. :) I finally got off my
¤lazy
¤> ¤ass and got a learner's permit a week ago. My "instructor" didn't have
¤the
¤> ¤sense to tell me to make a turn until it was too late to do so. Figuring
¤> ¤the dumbass knows better than I do, I try the turn. Let's just say the
¤> ¤street sign on the corner was very lucky I realized early enough to slam
¤on
¤> ¤the break. <grumble>
¤>
¤> Heh. ^_^
¤>
¤> Bad instructors are not good when you're learning. He needs to tell
¤> you about a block and a half in advance of when he wants you to make a
¤> turn. It's one thing to be making the decision yourself, because you
¤> usually know where you're going, but when you're following someone
¤> else's instructions; it's different, and you need the extra warning
¤> time.
¤>
¤
¤Exactly... Especially when they don't consider in reaction time... <sigh>
Yep. My driving instructor was my mother, and since I knew in advance
where we were going; I didn't have to deal with that. -_-;;
I've just learned a few basic rules over time and -lots- of traveling.
¤
¤> ¤
¤> ¤> ¤
¤> ¤> ¤> I went to bed early Saturday, got up at 3:30 AM cause I was
¤roastin'.
¤> ¤> ¤> Went to the kitchen to get a cup of ice water, and by the time I
¤> ¤> ¤> climbed back into bed; I was freezin'. Shit.
¤> ¤> ¤>
¤> ¤> ¤> About 6:30 AM this mornin' my ex knocks on the door, which I lock at
¤> ¤> ¤> night, especially when he's here. Okay. He'd told me he wanted to
¤use
¤> ¤> ¤> the comp in the mornin', so I let him in and climb back in bed. What
¤> ¤> ¤> does he do? Climbs in bed with me. I wanted to kill him. Probably
¤> ¤> ¤> would have but I feel as weak as a day-old kitten. Bastard.
¤> ¤> ¤>
¤> ¤> ¤
¤> ¤> ¤Tell him you have a secret to tell him. Tell him you were born "John"
¤> ¤and
¤> ¤> ¤that you were sorry you lied to him for so long. If you're a good
¤> ¤actress,
¤> ¤> ¤you can add in some fake tears for effect. Heh.
¤> ¤>
¤> ¤> LOL! You know, I'd probably do that except for the fact that he's
¤> ¤> known me for 7+ years. That, and I'm not that good an actress. ;-P
¤> ¤>
¤> ¤
¤> ¤Wow, at least you know it. Everyone seems to think they're a GREAT
¤> ¤actor/singer/whatever. Like the way most people sing along with songs on
¤> ¤the radio, thinking they're good, and not realizing how awful they truly
¤> ¤are.
¤>
¤> Eh. I sing to the radio when I'm in the car, but it's usually just me
¤> or me and my sis, then, and she certainly doesn't care.
¤>
¤
¤
¤Heh, but there's the difference... you're not doing it when people mind.
No, I don't do that. Unlike my sister, who will sing in the shower.
Which echoes down the hall and through -all- the bedrooms. *mutters*
¤
¤> I lack pretty much any form of real talent besides the ability to be a
¤> nurse without the little paper that says I'm licensed to be one. -_-;;
¤>
¤
¤Heh, been around one and heard the stories long enough to be one yourself?
Pretty close. Toss in some actual experience, and there ya go. -_-;;
¤
¤> ¤
¤> ¤> ¤
¤> ¤> ¤> About 9 AM I could bring myself to get up for a couple hours. Forced
Thought so. ^_^
¤
¤> ¤
¤> ¤> ¤
¤> ¤> ¤> Sign back on AIM (shadow) later in the evenin'. Talk to a couple
Must have missed that one. When was it? If it was anytime from July -
early Nov., I missed it plus a hell of a lot of other things. -_-;;
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¤> ¤> ¤> On top of it all. Jason and my mom are sick, too. This sucks, you
¤know
¤> ¤> ¤> that?
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¤> ¤> ¤Certainly sounds that way. One of those times when you just wish
¤> ¤somebody
¤> ¤> ¤would knock you unconscious.
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¤> ¤> Yep. This ranks right up there as one of those times. -_-;;
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¤> ¤<nod> Sympathies.
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¤> Danke. ^_^ Hope you can get rid of that headache. If ibuprofen don't
¤> help; try taking some dimetapp in conjunction with it. That's what I
¤> do when I have a seriously bad sinus headache.
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¤Heh... nothing better than combined strength. :)
Precisely. ^_^
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Katya Moon, the Giggling Snow Angel <Snow...@AngelRealm.com> wrote in
Heh, it's a perscription pain killer... At least in 600 mgs, it is. So
hell, I just write my own fucking perscription and take 3 over the counters.
:)
> ¤Didn't do a damn thing this time... Nor did the asprin a few hours
later...
> ¤Between that and a few other things, I thought I was coming down with
> ¤something yesterday... and I woke up today feeling like it was almost
gone,
> ¤and rather feeling like a fool because there's no such thing as a 12 hour
> ¤bug. 24, maybe, but that's rare... <grumbles, breaks something>
>
> Usually the ibuprofen works for me. When it doesn't, I kick in the
> dimetapp, and sometimes some tylenol on top of that. If that doesn't
> work; I resign myself to pain and misery for a few days, cause it
> usually means a sinus infection. -_-;;
>
> Glad it's not as bad this mornin', though. I can sympathize since I
> usually have headaches like those.
>
Hrm, usually around here if the pain is REALLY bad (usually from something
other than a headache, something more serious) we can get the kind of pain
killers that make it illegal to operate many machines. I don't know, I
think when people get hurt around here and the ER gives them a pain killer
they just don't take it except when they absolutely have to, thus leaving
random bottles of heavy pain killers in the medicine cabinet. Comes in
handy sometimes. I don't know if that is a common practice, or if we're the
only ones stupid enough to keep the heavy shit around... Oh well.