When I make myself food, it always looks like some sort of appetizer tray: cut up cubes of cheese, meat, dark, seedless grapes, crackers, put it all on a little platter. Apple juice in a found wine glass. In this regard, living with me is like witnessing a party that's always about to start.
Today I said the following to someone:
For your Monumental deceit, MONUMENTAL, fire and brimstone on your soul! You spend some time talking to God.
"We'll be in touch," Jaxon then said to this person.
Your task is to guess whom we were talking to.
Posted by caroline at November 10, 2005 4:34 PMDW?
I really don't know, if not.
So you eat endless appetizers. I always look like I'm eating leftovers: or breakfast. I have toast at least twice a day right now. Or pancakes.
Posted by: ben at November 10, 2005 4:42 PMT?
Posted by: Sheika at November 10, 2005 5:01 PMno and no.
I'll give you a hint: it involves money, and after doing some reading up, it looks like things are indeed in my legal favour.
Posted by: caroline at November 10, 2005 6:49 PMI did talk with DW and all is well and gracious and we understand the circumstances. T is a total, TOTAL write-off. Sheika: I did send him a note, telling him to stop contacting me. He's pure poison. And I am so thankful that he's out of my life for good. I feel as if I can see clearly again. Thank you for your advice. I still can’t get over the fact that he tried to stroke my face/hair when he last ran into me. It made me sick to my stomach. What gives someone the right to treat you like a prostitute. He has no respect for women. And anyway . . .I could go on. I’ll just end by saying he’s absolutely a despicable, amoral human being.
Posted by: caroline at November 10, 2005 6:52 PM