Monday, October 15, 2007


It's again, a rainy, sort of dreary day. Not a whole lot going on, but I spent way too much money at Macy's today. I'm not into, so called 'high fashion', but I do enjoy the occasional, nice top, or cute skirt. Today I bought two bottles of perfume I couldn't possibly afford on what I'm making right now. Only thing better than sympathy sex, is sympathy shopping. My father wouldn't approve.

Angel starts her new job tomorrow. From what I understand, she'll be working in a pet store, but in the fish and small animals department. I'm really proud of her for the beginning stages of leaving the nest. We all have to grow up sometime, don't we?

I chipped a tooth! Now maybe I can fit in with the Southern ladies that have gone out of their way to make my blog some kind of slutty haven, or something. I have an appointment on Thursday to get the thing fixed, and I can't wait. I keep running my tongue across it, and feeling that slight sharp scrape and it's annoying as hell. I refuse to be one of those women that never smiles with her teeth for the rest of my life. I can't wait to get it fixed.

I want to add, that I don't really understand why people feel the need to throw insults at people, that they don't even know. Are people so insecure that they need to live through other peoples' blogs? In a previous thread, I got a nice amount of anonymous comments, commenting on what a whore I am. I refuse to feel insulted by women that obviously have nothing better to do.

As for Snow, my married friend, I haven't slept with him. There is a yet involved, unless we drift apart. As for Mr. Mad Libs, I haven't heard from him at all, but he did say that he was going to be working for a few days. I like his emails. Something about them makes me blush like a school girl and he doesn't even flirt...Maybe it's just the attention. Everyone needs a little positive attention.

Last but not least, I want to thank the people that emailed me. I love getting emails from people asking how my life is going and lending an ear. It's sort of like free online grief

Love Until Later,


OK. After a little investigating, I found out that this was all over a harmless comment I left on another blog. I refuse to explain myself to an angry mob of women that think I'm after some guy that's halfway across the world. Please people, harmless flirts are thrown around constantly online. My personal life and my blog life have nothing to do with each other. Even though I write about real time, true events going on, it doesn't mean I'm after every guy online. Give me a break. My apologies to the guy I left the comment to, because I had no idea undersexed army wives were so damn sensitive to the word sex. I'm ending it with that. Hopefully, you'll all move on and find some other innocent commenter to call a whore. I don't like feeling hindered in what I write about and I refuse to do so for sensitive viewers. Go read another fucking blog, bitches.


  1. You should have saved the comments, those things always send me into hysterics. I'm not sure if its because they involve blatant jealousy, or because they're invariably from people with such strong brainwashing they think any form of enjoyment is brought about by the devil.

  2. Mr. Rabbit,

    I never delete comments unless I'm mysteriously leaked. A name or a naked photo or something. The comments were left under smurfette post, on Rockabilly red Lipstick. I don't know if it's jealousy. I really think it was the latter. No one likes to see anyone happy these days.

  3. "Hopefully, you'll all move on and find some other innocent commenter to call a whore."

    -- You say "whore" as if it is a bad thing...

    That is always a nice comeback, in my opinion.