and we're back

OOO K...not sure about Blogger.

This is twice that I've written an entry and when I've gone to publish it, blogger has swallowed it whole and let out a big stinky belch. Fucker.

I suppose I could do the smart thing and write my entries in SOME OTHER PROGRAM and then COPY AND PASTE. But I SHOULDN'T HAVE TO DO THAT, SHOULD I????

bah
I'll write it again later.
hmph.

hi

Ok, so....this is a new place but not a new thing for me. In that spirit, I'll start out with The Annoying Blogger's Warning. If you know me from real life, please go away. Seriously. I'm not necessarily over here writing all kinds of scandal about my friends. Chances are really good that I have NOT written anything about you, because dude - once burned twice shy. But this is MY spot. I refuse to have things I've written here taken out of context and used against me. If you stumble on this and figure out you know me - leave. If you continue to read and start getting offended - tough shit, don't come whining to me. Nobody in my personal life has the address of this page. I do not hand it out to my friends or family. In fact, most of my real life buddies don't even know it exists. So nobody who matters, nobody who you have to look in the face, will ever read this stuff unless they, like you, have ignored this warning. In which casee I guess you can all band together and form a little "I hate Laura" club. Which is fine. This page is MINE - it reflects MY experiences, MY opinions and MY feelings. Don't like it? Leave. I will not go out of my way to offend or bash anybody, but neither will I pull punches in the name of being "nice". MINE MINE MINE. You have been warned. Do not wander around and explore the archives and then call me up all whiny because you don't like what you've read. You went there voluntarily and uninvited. That's like crashing a party and then bitching because they're not serving your favorite vodka. It's rude. Don't do it.

The rest of you, hang around. Grab a beer, change the channel, put your feet on the coffee table, pet the cat.......it's all good. Again, I won't go out of my to TRY to be offensive....frankly I'm too lazy for that. But I also will not pull punches in the name of some form of "nice" that just doesn't fucking exist. I like readers - readers comment, readers give me positive reinforcement, readers leave their URLs and give me new journals to read. Readers rock. But I ain't writin' this for you - I'm writing for me.

Cool?

So - now that that's out of the way, let's get on with the rest of the show. I'm Laura - I'm recently divorced, have a (magnificent, beautiful, amazing, genius) 13 year old daughter, two cats (thus ensuring that I will never get laid again), a caffeine addiction, affection for $10 red wines and a bizarre fetish for office supplies. I work in IT and don't hate it so much as I well...I'm in it for the money. eh. There's a reason they call it work, right??

I try to be a good person - some days are easier than others. I think that's true for everybody.

I use the words "so" and "anyway" entirely too much - you'll get used to it.

I fucking curse like a fucking sailor on motherfucking leave.

So (see?) read on. Hope you enjoy it.