Saturday, Dec. 27, 2003 - 5:06 a.m.
Cost of the War in Iraq
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Pirates suck the big time on dvd
I was wrong. I am not over it and I cannot watch the Pirates of the Carribean. I don't care if it is Johnny Depp... I don't want to watch any pirates. And I certainly do not want to watch some girl hankering after pirates. And I don't want to hear phrases like "The Black Pearl".
Goddamn fucking ob and her goddamn fucking mixedup goddamn head and heart.
May someone screw her around as she has done me. I shouldnt even write that. Yeah, that is cursing people. And the ironic thing is I think that in screwing me around she has screwed herself around more. I would not like to know myself to be capable of acting towards people who care for me and love me, whom I care for and love, in the manner that she has shown herself, and now knows herself, to be capable of.
Please please let her not convince some other poor soul that she is loving and trustworthy, for she is not.
Fuck her fuck her fuck her, and her stupid goddamn fucking neglectful lazy Ma'am and her spoiled brat greedy goddamn fucking Madame and her snarky jealous insouciant asshole roomate. Fuck the whole fucking lot of them.
Does it sound like I am angry to come out of this so maimed and hurt that I cannot enjoy a stupid pirate movie? I am. I am very angry. And very hurt. And I SO wish I was not.
That I could will myself fixed and put whole again. yes. Oh that I could just go forward and onward with no pain and no fears, no tears and no angry sadness. Oh that I could.
She wrote me to say that yes, she was religiously reading my diary, and that it was like watching a car accident and she couldn't help but gawk. Hell, she should be FORCED to watch the results of the car accident she caused. And she should have nightmares about it at night and she should have my face flash in front of her eyes every time she looks at herself in the mirror, everytime she speaks to her friends and cousin who bailed me out, everytime she gets an email from corncob and everytime she hears her Mme's voice. May she find it in herself to change and not just be sorry, but to effect reparations to those she has damaged.
Now I am going to go enjoy the second (thank god for twoforone videos after 10pm) dvd I rented. I am happy to say that $50 later (had to buy some dvd video rf modulator thing), I have hooked up my new dvd player from my dad and it WORKS! yay! Annie Lennox has a funny english accent and I never realized it (there is an interview with her on the dvd with the BARE album.
I shall report back about the movie. Now I suppose it was dead on diaryland for Christmas, and now will be dead for the weekend. Please leave comments and notes, they are appreciated. thanks.
Goodnight and big hugs to me. wenchie the sad.
ps, if you were away over the holidays you missed much drama starting Monday and continuing Christmas eve, in case you want to check the older entries.
pps. I just reread this, and wow, am I angry. sheesh!
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Goodbye Michael. May your next life be kinder to you. - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
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