morbidium's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I Know You Hate Me For My Bliss!! Soo....what do you tell people when you're in heaven at last? Nothing.....at least that's what I appear to be telling alot of people since my arrival in my new state of residence. A whole lotta NOTHING. In other words, if some of you need blunt statements, I'm sorry for my lack of updatedness. This is what happens when you get a truck load of sex, topped off with happiness the likes of which have not been recorded in World History to date. I know what you're all thinking....."tell us about the sex Laci". Pervs. Hell no, that's for my mind to chew on for eternity. Let me just add that there's alot of it, at various intervals throughout the day and that it rocks in every way imaginable. There.....grind on that tid-bit. On a better note, I have NOT run into Joe, thank God for small favors, or his warden either. However, I HAVE run into LB. For those of you not familiar with LB I shall explain. LB stands for Loony Bitch. And she's the soon to be ex-wife of Fuck Me Eyes. Fuck Me Eyes is the love of my life. I originally introduced FME to LB, when I lived here before married to Joe, the sack of monkey shit. Joe is FME's friend...well EX- friend now that he has a jailer. Are you all confused yet??? Good. LB married FME(who I should have been riding hard way back then), and I did it to be...."a good friend" and ended up regretting it. LB wants FME back(want in one hand, shit in the other sister!), not to mention she saw us together the other day. I won't say what was said, but let's just say she didn't recognize me right off, but was less than happy. Then told some people that FME was with her "best friend". That's interesting, usually best friends recognize each other upon sight. I'm not sure how his whole divorce will go but I can say it'll probably be messy, and unpleasant, and I feel partially responsible for alot of the crap he's been dealt. So, my trip went well, considering I was traveling with a 6 1/2 year old on a cramped Greyhound bus for 26 hours. I didn't see alot of freaks except for in the bus stations, thankfully most of them were going to New York, which apparently is the standing mecha for freaks in the US. The only excitment I had was the guy sitting across the aisle from me who at one point shoved his finger far enough up his nose as to scratch his brain, and proceeded to DIG. I don't mean just picking his nose folks, I do that everyday, and so do my kids, so I see it often, I know what picking your nose is supposed to look like. This looked more like Arnold the Governator in Total Recall jamming that apparatus up his nose and yanking out the bug in his head. Nose crinkled at the nostril so as to accomidate a large size 11 index finger, add scratching and digging, shake well, there you have it. Mining for Gold 'eh Govnah?! This same lovely also decided at one point to look over at me and say, "You're a Pisces...I can tell, you think just like me. It's amazing how I can tell what Sun sign you are just by how you're thinking." I nodded and smiled, totally wanting to say something in my "point and laugh" style, all the while thinking, "that's interesting....so all this time my birth certificate should have had my birthdate listed as somewhere from February 19th to March 20th, what a pity that is lists it as November 21st, which would indeed make me a Scorpio you fuckwad!" Actually it makes me a Scorpio/Sagittarius, but who the hell's keeping track?! I did promise myself after this bus ride was all over that I would never again do this. 26 hour bus rides suck vast, enormous amounts of ass. But in the end it was all worth it, I saw FME waiting for me and can't stop touching him. I know you hate me for my bliss.*smiles* 7:46 a.m. - October 18, 2004 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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