Before I say anything else I have to hail Kasper. He's the Danish bunny who I left out on my people page (I will update it eventually), and who's complaining bitterly about being left out. He hasn't been around much though so :P Still a darling :)

Some people are so understanding. The other sets of bitches are just sooo clueless it pisses me off to be around them. Tolerance lowering and lowering. Have I done some sort of crime in my past life that I am unable to receive care attention and love that I want?
Yes want. That's it yeh want. All women want it. And just because I'm "different" some ways doesn't make me less of a normal woman wanting the same old thing that women have always wanted!!!

What do women want? Figure it out. We're not men and will never be. Live with it. Hence my solution to the whole damn problem as said on today's group blog :) Everyone has their cake and eats it. Plain and simple.

Since the world isn't perfect and people aren't either, though we'd like them to be, guess we have to deal with the crap that happens. Tsk. Maybe that's why we shouldn't deal with humans at all. Maybe it's better to live in some kind of perfect virtual world. What the HELL am I talking about?

Alt-Tab, Alt-Tab. Over and over switching windows. Nervous as hell. Tense, wondering if a message awaits me in the next window. It's not there. Heck. My whole body, every last cell is so tense. I obviously need a good massage, or something reassuring coming from someone who I don't intend to get anything from. Never works. I'm here, waiting, hoping, and not getting anything. Typing helps to pass the time though, despite it confusing so many people, and disturbing others, and causing snide annoying remarks.

Mood. Until I get some distraction I may stay like this for a while. It isn't that easy getting as distracted as I want to be, though it's easy for some to say, "well get over it quickly go do something" Right I'll try. Uh huh.

Communication. Poof. The wires have been cut, burnt, smashed, ground, swizzled, liquidated. Damage has been done. Can there be new cables ordered? Think. Right now I don't even know. I just want a fuckin fairytale. Too much to ask. Yes. Apparently it's life and err it's supposed to be this way? Bllllahhhh. I need a psychiatrist...or Dr Drew.