Truth Is Ordinary People Can't Wait

My dear fans, It's been over four months since my last post. How absolutely pathetic! I guess I haven't had too much to say recently. My two favorite Liberals have moved away, so my heated debates have been reduced to a minimal. Mr. Untitled and I have said probably only 200 words to each other in the last four months: so thus ends that story. I've realized that one relationship [that would never fully exist] ultimately kept me from one that could have actually been really healthy for me: challenging, mutual, and full of heat! "what you want might make you cry; what you need may pass you by. And what you need ironically, will turn out what you want to be if you just let it." My dear friend Sabba is now engaged to a great gal. My cuzibludin and her fiance move into their brand new house this weekend. I've reconnect with a former flame... err flicker. My parents bought a new house. Many of my friends would be happy to say that I am not much less of a work...

My ex-bestfriend had her baby [for real this time]! Be proud of me; I even went to visit her in the hospital, and took a few gifts. I mean, once upon a time, our friendship was worth a hundred bucks in baby products. What was weird, was during that entire hospital visit [which lasted all of maybe 7 minutes], it all seemed quite void. It was void of the magical kinship that I sometimes though would surface, should we ever run into each other again. There was no room for nostalgia. She's forging a new life, one that I do not even feel sad that I'm missing. I don't say that to sound cruel, but it is what it is. How do you not miss something like the friendship that was had? Maybe it's just another one of those things that I will never understand, but have no problem accepting. I guess it's just like reading... then finishing a chapter of a book. No regrets. Just moving forward.

...that it has been almost an entire month since I have written anything worth reading. It's not that I don't have anything to write. It's just that I've have too much to write; I can't even gather all of my thoughts. Topics that randomly float through my head: Evacuating Houston...Worse than Hell Would I ever Evac again Puking more than any one human should in her lifetime twice Running from the Runs How a 6 hour ride becomes a 15 hour sojourn filled with vomit and stomach frills Why I love the government We're in the Money Now Writing incoherent emails, not because you're drunk, but because you're sleepy Being a volleyball Sister-mom because the kid's parents are deployed Being the only female in an office of 20 guys My Godson Shat In Your Hands! Don't click the "how do i look" IM link in AOL or your are asking for it!! Picking the perfect Names for your Breasts I've had tons to say, and...

As I was minding my business, and just as I thought that May 13th would be the last I'd ever heard from Mr. 26 , I get a phone call while driving the company car around the city doing some little ish. The conversation as it transpires... roughly. "Can I talk to Krystal?" "Um this is she." "Oh my god. I'm so glad you answered. I've been looking for your number for months. Man, I've been looking for your number forever" "Um okay. It's good you found it then." "Yeah so how have you been? I've been thinking about you for months" "I'm well but may I ask with whom it is I am speaking?" "Hunh?" "Who is this?" "Oh it's (insert his name that begins with a J here) from the parking lot at your old job." akward pause as i am trying very hard not to sound like aw shit i thought i was rid of you "Oh hi. Well , I'm on another call so I'll have to call you later...

First of all, August is a month of many birthdays for those whom receive mine own affections. I take birthdays very seriously, especially mine. I make it a point to be the first person to say happy birthday, so I stay awake until 11:59 the night before and start dialing numbers so when the clock strikes 12 MY voice is the one they hear! Since I was a slacker today and yesterday, really I just couldn't force myself to care too much this year, I decided I didn't have to be the first... I would just blog a birthday note thusly imortalizing it. So here we go: To the sexiest (because he's one of the smartest) double-digit Madison Marlin to ever grace the streets of Hiram Clarke... Gordon Lemond #44 c/o '95 August 16. We do not know how old he really is.... and neither does he! Another Madison Marlin whoes name I'm no longer allowed to say, and in whoes life I'm no longer allowed (see Untitled ) The Name I'm Not Allowed to Say c/o '01 August 17th...

I am still alive, but I still won't have the internet high speed cable at home until Friday! Arrugh. Quick Updates: The "26 Things I hated about him" guy has resurfaced much to my dismay. "The New Guy" is really busy and I haven't talked to him in like three weeks and I think I really kinda miss him. Don't tell him I said that though; I can't have him getting a big head about himself Target is my new favorite grocery store My cousin - new mommy- is not getting any sleep. Daycare: $500 a month (thank God for the T-shapped cervix protector! I think that is all. Until I get another spare chance at work.... Oh yeah Zilla and I are going to write a book.

As you have probably guessed...I offically now have a godson. The Stats: Date: March 21, 2005 Time: 18:39:38 CST Weight: 6lbs 8ozs Length: 18.25 ins Time in Labor: 12 hours; 39mins; and 38sec Eyes: his mom's Lips: his dad's Nose: who knows Name (well what I call him): Anderson Yesterday's experience was so amazing. I, the godmother and second cousin, was actually in the delivery room . That was definately an unforgetable experience. I made three very important decisions while in that delivery room. A. I'm definately getting an IUD; B. I will have an epidural; and C. I am definately getting an IUD. I still can't believe that little body came out of my cuzibludin. I mean people say that all the time, hell, I say that all the time. But I watched this little body ooze out! It was so unreal. I don't see how women go through all of that pain for men whom they do not love though. After watching my cuzibludin react to her contractions, I wanted to beat her fiancé for...