tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38140032011-04-21T16:44:21.288-04:00Rants from the manic-depressive struggling author, Meghan Fatras.Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836287748542606435noreply@blogger.comBlogger2241100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814003.post-1148041681213180962006-05-19T08:18:00.000-04:002006-11-14T19:53:57.240-05:00

I've been with Blogger since 2002, and though we've had our moments, I have always enjoyed the space and the tools here. Blogger has served me well over the years, given me room to vent my frustrations and go off about whatever nonsense struck me as important. Blogger is almost like family.I know, I know, cut the melodrama. The fact is, it's time for me to move on. Nothing personal with

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My head is in 30 different places today, most of them happy. Unfortunately, people can not leave well enough alone, so I need to get nasty on occassion. Yesterday was a not-so-great day. I'd say "crappy" day, but lately, that's just not the case. I mean, I get mad, I yell, I get snippy and snarky, but I CAN'T on a whole say that any day in the last few weeks has been BAD. I have to thank

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Check this shit out!The Human Orchestra

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Ok, so most of you know my obsession with music, and, one of my all time favorite bands played this weekend. I went to see Mindless Self Indulgence at the Avalon in NYC last night. OH MY FUCKING GOD! I know, I know, I've said it before, but it definitely needs repeating. GO SEE THEM LIVE! I don't care where you live or what you like to listen to, this is perhaps the most creative and

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With all that's happened over the past few weeks...I have no choice. I can't deny it!SynchronicityRight on!;)

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...and I hope it lasts. I swear, I know when it rains it pours, but it also seems as if when things go right, so much falls into place. Right now, things are adding up in my favor, and for once, I'm not cowering in fear...waiting for the other shoe to drop. I'm enjoying it as it comes. When crap hits the fan, like it always does for everyone, at least I know I have the support to face it.I

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Yesterday was my last day with Commerce (7th level of hell) Bank. Today I am taking a mental health day before starting my new venture with Cigar Magazine on Monday. I'm truly excited about this new turn of events. I'm excited about a lot of things. Let's just say that in the last few weeks, so much has happened that I can barely comprehend it all. Some good, some bad. And it's going to get

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I pulled another disappearing act, I know. I've gotten really good at that lately, but I am sorry. Maybe somewhere deep down, the thought of rearranging my life scared me to the point where I just ignored it. I meant everything I said in Meg2.0, but somehow wasn't ready to face it. Not that that is 100% reason for the lack of posts. A lot has been going on, I have been very busy, and my home

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This is sort of an inside thing. Don't know if who it's meant for even still reads this blog. So this is directed at one individual...please do not post a bunch of comments or send me a million emails about how offended you are by it. You won't get it. It's not what you think. This is NOT for you...well, it's for one of you, but you WILL know who you are...if you're still out there."People

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So, tomorrow I turn the big 29. The first day of my last year in my 20s. I know, I know, I'm not old and blah blah blah. Truth is, I'm not really dreading it, I'm not depressed about getting older or anything like that. In fact, I'm looking forward to this one. I've reached a point in my life where getting older really isn't all that scary. When I was 19, 29 looked so old. I couldn't

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Just as I started this post, the shrill whine of a terrible two floated through the room. He apparently is not happy that I will not let him play with little, sharp things like pencils and pens. I am truly evil! Anyhoo, this quick note will have to be even quicker as I can not stand the shrill for long.I just wanted to let you know that I have not given up on my project, there has just been a

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I had wanted to get to this sooner, but life has been hectic. Work especially, we're short staffed as it is and for the past 2 weeks we've had people out on vacation. So I've been putting in a ton of hours. Hell, I'm at work right now! heh But the overtime is good for me right now. I need as much as I can get. :) Anyhoo, enough about that. Let's get to what's important.Introduction to

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Wow, it's March. When the fuck did that happen? I know things around here have been sparse at best, and far from interesting. I guess I fell victim to the pity pot and have been dwelling in the cesspool that is my life for too long. But I suppose if I keep sitting around, bitching that my life sucks and wah wah wah (is that how you spell out annoying whining?) nothing is ever going to get better.

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The situation with my friend has improved. Though, I'm still annoyed that every other month or so I seem to have to go through this. I'm a firm believer in loyalty to friends and my friends (after my kids and close family, of course) are the world to me. I would never do anything to intentionally jeapordize my relationships with them, and I would be there in a heartbeat for ANYTHING they

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This is the first V-day I've spent without a significant other in 9 years. Not that it matters all that much, it's just another day. For the last 9 years it was a day that my significant other hated and would make me feel like shit about all week, "It's a commercial holiday meant to sell more crap than usual" and blah, blah, blah. But in the end he'd always end up getting me something, though

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If I had posted like I wanted to on Friday night (just didn't have the time) this post would be completely different. It would have been full of hope and a new understanding of myself. It would have been a whole new version of Meg...Meg 2.0. But because so much can happen in such a short span of time, it looks like that new version is stalled.Long time readers know that I have a rather

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This one I've been listening to repeatedly lately...HauntedBy: EvanescenceLong lost words whisper slowly to meStill can't find what keeps me hereWhen all this time I've been so hollow insideI know you're still thereWatching me, wanting meI can feel you pull me downFearing you loving youI won't let you pull me downHunting you I can smell you - aliveYour heart pounding in my headWatching me,

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So I'm a slacker. I haven't posted in awhile. Unfortunately life has been too bland to warrant a post of any kind. Fran's been gone for 6 months. Sometimes I feel like I'm over the worst part and feel the strength that I can go on and rebuild myself. Other days I feel like the most wretched beast and don't want to leave the safety of my bedroom. But I guess it's really always been like this

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Yup, I'm alive. I know I disappeared for awhile, but things have just been so upsidedown lately. I haven't even had the faintest desire to post. I haven't had the desire to do much of anything. But here I am, bored at work, so much going on in my life. Might as well exorcise some of the crap swirling around my head, right?For starters, another Christmas has come and gone. It really didn't

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Ok, so this Sunday morning hasn't been very easy, but it's the first title that came to mind.This weekend was Fran's weekend with the kids. I sat home on Friday, did some reading, watched some bad TV. Saturday I had the pleasure of accompanying Matt Schwartz of www.shocklines.com to F. Paul Wilson's house. Let me tell you, if you ever see Paul at a convention or a signing, go talk to him,

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Hope all my readers are having a better Thanksgiving than I am. Last night Andre got sick, throwing up, fever...the whole nine. So, the two of us are spending Thanksgiving at home alone. Kimi and my parents went to my brother's for the festivities. Don't worry, I'll get turkey and all the trimmings...just reheated later tonight when everyone gets home. Sigh. Yeah, I'm disappointed. But no,

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In the words of my God...MaynardOpiate - by ToolChoices always were a problem for you.What you need is someone strong to guide you.Deaf and blind and dumb and born to follow,what you need is someone strong to use you..like me,like me.If you want to get your soul to heaven,trust in me .Don't judge or question.You are broken now,but faith can heal you.Just do everything I tell you to do.Deaf and

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Though I feel like I HAVE been pissed on. Life just keeps getting better! Unfortunately, what I'm pissed about today I can't go into detail about because of legalities, ethics, whatever you want to call it. Just know that someone I know did something without my permission which pisses me off to no extent, then basically comes up with a poorest defense I've ever heard...which in turn makes me

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The last few days have been shitty...beyond shitty. So shitty that I wonder what I did in a past life to make this one so fucking shitty.Let's make a list...in no particular order:1. Getting sued by a hospital because my insurance refuses to pay a bill it should, and I can't afford to pay it myself.2. PSE&G is threatening to cut off my gas because the bill is so high, I can't seem to keep on top

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Ok, today I'm not in the mood to sit and whine or bitch or vent or whatever. You guys have had enough of that the past few months. How about some good old-fashioned recommendations. A book, a movie, and a CD. Something for everyone.Just finished reading Santa Steps Out by Robert Devereaux. I know I know, the book has been out forever and I just got around to it. You should see my "to be

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Sorry I haven't given you an update since my downward spiral on the pity pot. I'm still here, still breathing, still kicking. I guess that's the one thing about me, no matter how pathetic I get, I still manage to cling on.That situation with my friend has improved. It gets better every day. Still, it's obvious the friendship has changed. I don't know if we'll ever get back what we had, but

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Just thought I'd give you an update. Spoke to my friend today, though I didn't exactly get the answers I was looking for. It's actually worse than I thought. They're not mad at me, they don't hate me, they're just pulling away in order to make themself happy. I didn't do anything wrong, per se, but when you get right down to it, I did. I've said some things and done some things as of late

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So, as my readers know, things have been extra crispy crappy for me lately. My friends are well aware of this as well. It's times like these that I really feel blessed to have the friends I have. The ones that really show their true friendship are the ones who check in on me, but are not offended if I don't call or email back right away. The ones that understand that when I'm down I tend to

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Not in the mood to come up with a clever title. I'm just killing time before I go to my doctor. Last night I discovered a rash on my arm...it itched. So I scratched. Before long, I was scratching everywhere. Then the hives came out. Yeah, it's attractive. Now, I didn't eat anything new or use a new detergent, soap, or deoderant. Didn't do anything new at all. So I have no earthly idea how the

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You know who you are...The Stain Remains - Life of AgonyWas it me? HonestlyTurn away from my purityNever look back and don't look aheadAt those lies that night or empty promisesIt's the blood in your tearsThe pain in your veinsThe lies, the cries, only theOnly the stain remainsEveryday-I live itEveryday-I face itEveryday-I hate itAll I need is me and that's itI wish I could turn back the hands of

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*Yes, I put God in quotes, because I honestly don't know if I can believe God exists.Dear God,I know that I've been denying your existance the past few months. People ask what religion I am, I tell them I'm an Atheist. Truth is, being brought up Catholic, I still have a hard time believing that there is nothing out there. But from what I've seen as of late, I'm pretty much led to that

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Hurt - Nine Inch NailsI hurt myself todayto see if I still feelI focus on the painthe only thing that's realthe needle tears a holethe old familiar stingtry to kill it all awaybut I remember everythingwhat have I become?my sweetest friendeveryone I knowgoes away in the endyou could have it allmy empire of dirtI will let you downI will make you hurtI wear this crown of shitupon my liar's chairfull

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For those of you who are wondering, I'm still alive. Feel like shit every day, plow through my day because I have to, try not to stop and think very much. Got a couple of songs that have been running through my head a lot lately, probably because I listen to them 100 times a day. Anyhoo, here's some snippets:Know - System of a DownBooks all say different things while people flap their yellow

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Well, it's Sunday, the baby's napping, my parents are out, Kimi is watching TV...in a nutshell, I'm bored. If I leave myself to my own devices too long, I start to get mopey and analyze crap, and none of us want that. I thought I'd go online and try to keep my mind occupied. Not really working. So I figured I'd come here and kill some time.Lately I've just been trying to find ways to keep

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Fran moved out on Saturday. He plans on getting a condo with some friends. As you can imagine, things didn't improve after my last post. We've just drifted so far apart that it doesn't seem possible to get back what we once had. We're two different people going two different directions. I wish there was some way to rewind and figure out exactlly where things started going south. Maybe then

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Here ya go...this is how I've been feeling lately:Another Worldby Beborn BetonThere is no use in dyingWhen still I seem to be undoneThere is no use in trying to find againThe love of someoneWhere have I gone and come so farWell, I've been headed nowhereI have been walking quite a while alongFeeling lonesomeDon't you worry, they won't find my bodyI want you to knowI found peace in another

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Ok, sorry I haven't posted since that last trip to pity city. So here's the update...As it stands now, Fran is back home. We went through a few days of hell. There was a lot of screaming and nasty things were said. It finally came down to deciding whether to split permanently with all the bitterness and anger, or giving it one last shot. Fran really didn't want to leave. He was hell-bent on

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The shit has literally hit the fan. Remember that amicable split Fran and I had? Things aren't so friendly anymore. Once again, I feel like the bad guy. The last thing I want is for things to turn so sour between us that we can't be civil to each other. Hell, I don't even want us to just be civil. I've known Fran for almost 13 years, we dated for four of them and have been married for over

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No, it's not just the name of a great Circle Jerks song, it really is true. So here it is...the big news...the crap that's been weighing me down the last few weeks...Fran and I are seperating. He's moving out. It wasn't a screaming match or anything like that. We both agreed it was best for right now. We're still going to go to the counselor and we haven't given up totally, but we're making

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So I'm hanging out in the drive-up at the moment covering for a teller who's taking her lunch. I've been doing a lot of teller work lately and boy, I've never missed dealing with the momos in customer service more. I'm not trying to bash tellers. On the contrary...I don't understand how the hell they do it day in and day out. There's the stress of knowing that you are responsible for

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Ladies and gentlemen, the one, the only....Meghan "disappearing act" Fatras is in the building!Ok, so I know I've been bad, neglecting my five readers, and for that, I am sorry. I can give you all the excuses in the world, how busy work has been, how my computer at home is fried and needs to be fixed (I'm on my parents' now), how tired I am when I am home, blah blah blah. But the truth of the

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Lesse...it's been awhile since I've posted, so I'd better catch you up on a few things. Like one, I will be starting my full-time position at the Randolph branch on Tuesday. Yay! Of course this will mean leaving my son, which is really bothering me. I know we need the money and I need to move ahead in the company, so going full-time was my only option. But I've been home with Dre for over a

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Ok, I have this overwhelming feeling that I have used this title before...but I'm too tired and lazy to look it up, so deal with it. On top of that, I'm pretty sure I've posted what I'm going to post before, but since I have new readers, I thought I'd post it again. Besides, maybe I got a new answer this time. Again, I'm too tired and lazy to check. I'm sure one of you will, though. So let's

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Yup...it's time for one of my famous rambling posts. I expect this one to go every which way, so pay attention!First off...huge apologies for leaving someone notable off of my shout out list from WHC. How could I not mention Markus? Or as he's known in writing circles as, M.J. Euringer. His surprise appearance on Saturday literally MADE my weekend. I've missed you so much, man! I'm SO happy

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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!I had this whole post almost finshed when I accidentally hit something to make it all disappear. Sigh. So, now you're going to get a condensed version because I don't have the time or patience to go through all that again.I'm going to start by giving one shout out to everyone who made my weekend (and helped to keep me semi-sane): Matt Schwartz (

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836287748542606435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814003.post-1112556635835123242005-04-03T15:15:00.000-04:002005-04-03T15:30:35.836-04:00

Ok, so I wouldn't call the five of you who actually read this blog "The Masses" but it sounded catchy.Anyhoo, little less than an hour to go here at work, so I figured I'd kill the time by letting you all know what's been up the last few days. We're slowly recovering from the loss of Clifford. Poe seems to be handling it ok. He's eating and drinking fine, but he has been a lot more

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836287748542606435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814003.post-1112214943122768482005-03-30T15:17:00.000-05:002005-04-03T15:33:35.976-04:00

Tomorrow is my birthday. I should be happy. But I'm not going to enjoy my birthday this year, because I'm too upset about what's happened today.I went out to eat last night with a couple of friends. I got home about 10:30 and noticed there was blood on my comforter. I walked over to my oldest cat, Clifford, and checked him. His hind legs were caked with blood.I immediately freaked out. You all

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Ok, so I'm going to take a break from my usual bitching and moaning to talk about something that's been going on in the news for the past few weeks. Something I have a strong opinion on. Before I start, let me say that this post is strictly my opinion and is not meant to offend anyone who may disagree with it. That being said...check out this article: http://aolsvc.news.aol.com/news/

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I know it's been over a week, but I figured you didn't want to hear the same old shit. Nothing new to really bitch about. But Mr. or Ms. Anonymous needs a post, so here I am. :)Don't really have an update on the whole training job. I hadn't heard anything, so I called the guy I interviewed with yesterday. He said that I should here something by tomorrow (today) and that they would probably

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836287748542606435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814003.post-1111102630352084742005-03-17T18:18:00.000-05:002005-03-17T18:37:10.366-05:00

So I'm too tired to care about coming up with a clever title. So you guys can go ahead and make up your own. hehLesse, what's new? Went on a job interview yesterday. It was for a position in our training department. I've always wanted to teach and the corporate training field pays pretty well. I think it went well, though I have to make it through two more to be considered. Next I'll have

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836287748542606435noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814003.post-1110658887638413572005-03-12T13:29:00.000-05:002005-03-12T15:21:27.643-05:00

So, the other day I went traipsing around my attic looking for a couple of old photo albums. I want to show a couple of friends from work that I wasn't always this way. I used to be skinny, cute, and scary. LOL! Didn't find the albums I was looking for, but I did find a couple of old yearbooks, an old journal, and a shoebox full of the tapes I listened to in high school. I spent the next

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836287748542606435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814003.post-1109897932750480862005-03-03T19:15:00.000-05:002005-03-03T19:58:52.750-05:00

But I'll blog anyway. Nothing else to do tonight. Work is dead.Just an update on the counseling. We had our first session last night. The counselor is very nice, I like her and I feel pretty comfortable talking to her. Fran seems to feel the same. He's very optimistic, which is a good sign I suppose. Me? I'm always negative and assume the worst, but I'll reserve judgment until we get to

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836287748542606435noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814003.post-1109538393562282552005-02-27T16:00:00.000-05:002005-02-27T16:06:33.563-05:00

I figured after yesterday's post, I should inform you of what's going down. I'm lucky enough to work for a company that has an EAP (Employee Assistance Program). Basically, any kind of problem or situation I could possibly find myself in (from trying to find a good daycare center to divorce advice) I can get help for free. So I looked into this service and was referred to a marriage counselor

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836287748542606435noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814003.post-1109446159427832102005-02-26T14:06:00.000-05:002005-02-26T14:29:19.433-05:00

I'm done. Spent. Can't go on like this anymore.In a nutshell, my marriage is over. Some of you know bits and pieces about what's been going on. Some of you know the gruesome details. Some of you haven't a clue about any of this. I haven't been mentioning specifics here because I just didn't know what was going on and didn't want to make anything worse.Considering mine isn't the only life

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836287748542606435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814003.post-1109289840324608812005-02-24T18:44:00.000-05:002005-02-24T19:04:00.326-05:00

Every now and again I come across a news story that warrants a post. This one I cannot ignore.http://us.cnn.com/2005/LAW/02/24/sperm.theft.ap/index.htmlOk, so, now that you've read it...HOLY CRAP! Let's first get past how disturbed and evil a person has to be to save sperm from a blowjob, shove it up her coochie coo, and have a baby. What the hell was that bitch thinking? She's worse than

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836287748542606435noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814003.post-1108819169558299382005-02-19T07:44:00.000-05:002005-02-19T08:19:29.560-05:00

I feel like 100% ass today. My head is clogged, my stomach is queazy, my nose is dry and itchy, and I'm lost in that "blech" fog. Don't know if it's whatever virus that's circulating currently or just more med withdrawal. I had it down to taking one every three days, but every three days, like clockwork, I started getting sick. I would pop one and feel better about 20 minutes later. It's

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Ok, so I admit I was hoping to get Cthulu, but this ain't too shabby...I amNyarlathotep!The 999 forms of Nyarlathotep are a point of meditation for the true initiate. It is through these manifold faces that the secrets of the universe are made known. Called "The Crawling Chaos", Nyarlathotep is the disembodied ego of Azathoth and thus the universal "I" of known reality. Some of the many

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Can you tell I'm not in the mood to find a clever title? hehAnyhoo, sorry for that whole psychotic split personality, mood swing. LOL! One day I post about feeling lower than low, then the next time I post it's about advice for V-day...nothing in between. But honestly, that's a lot how my life is like. One day I'll be crying for no reason, unable to get out of bed...then ten minutes later

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836287748542606435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814003.post-1108237297296472652005-02-12T09:46:00.000-05:002005-02-12T14:41:37.300-05:00

Maybe I should be saying D-day. Valentine's Day, known to many men as D-day, will be rearing it's ugly head, in the form of a chubby baby with a bow and arrow, on Monday. Most men fly into a panic. "What do I get her?" "What can I afford?" "Will it be good enough?" Of course, there are those suave devils who always know what to buy, what to say, and all that. But let's face it, they're few

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836287748542606435noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814003.post-1107269792007936452005-02-01T09:39:00.000-05:002005-02-01T09:56:32.006-05:00

The title of my blog today is just how I feel. It's been a really bad couple of days. Things at home are at an all time low. I've been so withdrawn from everyone, even my friends are starting to get pissed. I'm not going into detail, but last night was the straw that broke the camel's back. I don't know who I am, where I'm at, or what I'm going to do. I only know it can't go on like this.

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836287748542606435noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814003.post-1106351153026323362005-01-21T18:39:00.000-05:002005-01-21T18:45:53.026-05:00

Ugh, I feel like butt. Trying to ween myself off these stupid crazy pills because they're not doing their job. I'm not giving up on meds completely, yet, but this one just ain't cuttin the mustard. I refuse to put chemicals in my body for no good reason. So yesterday I didn't take any. I've only been taking one a day (supposed to take 2) for a couple weeks now. So when I didn't take one at

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836287748542606435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814003.post-1105804694313388952005-01-15T09:42:00.000-05:002005-01-15T14:50:37.056-05:00

So it's slow today at work. What should I do? Surf the web of course! So as I'm visiting my favorite sites, I figured there might be an interesting blog in this. Or at least an informative one. So here you go...some of my favorite sites to go to when I need to kill some time or just want to be entertained. Check 'em out yourself the next time you're wandering around the web with nothing to do.

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If one word could describe how I feel right now it would be "blech." I've been sick since Monday night with whatever flu is going around. My fever finally broke yesterday afternoon. I'm still hacking my lungs up and struggling to breathe through a clogged nose. Not to mention that whole sickly fog I'm in. But I'm broke and called out sick from work three days in a row, so I had no choice but to

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836287748542606435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814003.post-1105405668691686302005-01-10T19:47:00.000-05:002005-01-10T20:07:48.720-05:00

I've been working without a day off since last Monday. I won't be getting a day off until some time next week...probably Wednesday. That'll be 16 days. I could definitely use the money, but I'm already pooped. Anyhoo, so we start getting ready to close up shop here in about 15 minutes, so I thought I'd pass the time by blogging. I wish I had something really interesting or deep to say. I

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836287748542606435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814003.post-1105141962128251052005-01-07T17:58:00.000-05:002005-02-01T10:02:48.793-05:00

So here I am, sitting at work, trying to be all professional. Then I hear a voice from across the room..."Meg, you haven't updated in a long time! Update!" Fine Joe, I'll post for you. Happy now? So, it's a new year. 2005. Yee flippin haw. I can only hope this year won't suck as bad as '04. Well, maybe I shouldn't be too harsh on 2004. There were a couple of good things. My son was born (after

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836287748542606435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814003.post-1104281242874409542004-12-28T19:37:00.000-05:002004-12-28T19:49:11.416-05:00

Just thought I'd share a few more songs that I've gotten into lately. One is on the radio a lot and at first I didn't know how I felt about it. But it grew on me. Especially the lyrics. The other two are on CDs I got for Christmas. They all pretty much match how I'm feeling lately. My Chemical Romance – I’m Not Okay (I Promise) What will it take to show you that it's not the life it seems? (I'm

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836287748542606435noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814003.post-1104088320435438442004-12-26T13:54:00.000-05:002004-12-26T14:19:02.016-05:00

Thank God for small blessings. This year had to be the suckiest holiday season yet, and that's saying a lot considering just about all of them have been pretty sucky. I was able to get everyone a present that needed one. Though I had to dip into funds I really shouldn't have to do it. But luckily I got some green for Christmas. Instead of running out and buying myself something cool, I'm

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836287748542606435noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814003.post-1103332673461295652004-12-17T19:30:00.000-05:002004-12-17T20:17:53.463-05:00

Ok, so a post on one of the messageboards I frequent sparked this post. Before I get into it, I just want to make it clear that I never intentionally try to offend anyone (unless of course they've intentionally offended me first) and I am not a racist, bigot, homophobic, etc. I am a true believer in equality for all and love and respect for our fellow man. (Though I might add that I tend to

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836287748542606435noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814003.post-1102985463272123302004-12-13T18:48:00.000-05:002004-12-13T19:51:03.273-05:00

I know I've been neglectful of my blog...and now I'm paying for it. There are just too many things to post about and not enough time or energy to cover them all. Not to mention my brain is pretty much jelly lately so I'm sure to forget half of the important stuff. Ah well...here it goes... Firstly, that situation with my friend seems to be completely resolved. For that I am thankful. We're

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836287748542606435noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814003.post-1101943950584814982004-12-01T18:16:00.000-05:002004-12-01T18:32:30.583-05:00

First off, I want to thank everyone who posted and sent emails after my last post. I appreciate everyone taking the time to check on me. As for that situation, things have changed...a bit. I've since talked to this person and found out that the original reason I thought they were mad was incorrect. They finally told me what it was all about. Though we now are able to correspond through email

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836287748542606435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814003.post-1101564505037031062004-11-27T08:41:00.000-05:002004-11-27T09:08:25.036-05:00

You may recall in some recent posts that I've been having an issue with someone I considered a close friend. Without getting into too much detail (for privacy reasons) I finally had something spelled out to me. After over a week of this person pretty much ignoring my emails and phonecalls, I saw them (and I know using them is bad grammar, but I'm not stating whether it's a him or a her) in

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836287748542606435noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814003.post-1101321701495412102004-11-24T13:40:00.000-05:002004-11-24T13:41:41.496-05:00

I just had to share this website with you because I think it's brilliant. You don't know how many times I've wished I had a product like this during my commute! Road Rage Cards

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836287748542606435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814003.post-1101258291060696442004-11-23T19:23:00.000-05:002004-11-27T08:38:21.293-05:00

Yeah, I know, you don't hear from me for weeks then twice in one day. Let's just say I'm bored tonight and have reached that "bitching" phase of my depression. So shut-up about it and read...or not. Whatever. Anyhoo, this next installment deals with music. Whether I'm happy, sad, angry, whatever...music is always the one constant. I guess you could say I have ecclectic taste. Everything from

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Argh, I had just about finished this post and went to save it when bastard Blogger crapped out on me and I lost it all. Figures. Everything else in my life is crap, why not this? Anyhoo, I know I've been gone awhile, but I've been in the same place I usually am when you don't hear from me for a few days...weeks...whatever. I headed into my downward spiral and ended up in my dark place. I

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836287748542606435noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814003.post-1099699460892987642004-11-05T18:53:00.000-05:002004-11-05T19:05:20.210-05:00

So one of the guys I work with is bored and wants me to update my blog. This is a lot of pressure. I have to make it interesting...worthwhile. So, what shall today's rant be about? I've already explained to him that rants on politics and religion are out. These two subjects create way too much tension. Not that I give a rat's ass if some momo I don't know picks a fight because he/she disagrees

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836287748542606435noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814003.post-1099091086620630052004-10-29T18:06:00.000-04:002004-10-29T19:04:46.620-04:00

Ok, so Blogger is promoting National Novel Writing Month. This happens every year. You're supposed to attempt to write a novel in a month, or, more specifically, approximately 30,000 words in 30 days. I've attempted the 7 in 7 before (7 short stories in 7 days) and actually didn't do too bad. But I've never attempted this. It seems too daunting, and my schedule has never allowed time to

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836287748542606435noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814003.post-1098850214544808622004-10-26T23:45:00.000-04:002004-10-27T00:10:14.543-04:00

Well, it's official. Andre may look more like his daddy, but his personality is all me. I consider myself lucky to be able to stay home with Dre during the day, pick up my daughter from school and help her with her homework, go to the various events during the day at her school. I know a lot of people who would love to be in my position. I work very hard, both during the day at home and

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836287748542606435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814003.post-1098765553190592992004-10-26T01:37:00.000-04:002004-10-26T00:39:13.190-04:00

As if you didn't guess, below are some pics (courtesy of Matt Warner: www.matthewwarner.com and Deena Warner: www.deenawarner.net) from the Halloween party this past weekend. Go ahead, laugh at my dumb ass. heh How the hell do you spell hootinany anyway?

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836287748542606435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814003.post-1098765352568520952004-10-26T00:35:00.001-04:002004-10-26T00:35:52.570-04:00

The cute, creative, and crazy Cassandra Keene! 

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Headbangers from hell 

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Matt's ready to kick some drunken ass! 

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The ever gentle and sweet Brian Keene, with the ever tipsy and bloody me. 

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Zombie Meghan has been a very naughty girl! 

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Scary Fran. That mask lasted about 10 minutes before being thrown to the wind. 

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Sleepy time Fran. (Party pooper!) 

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Sister Diane and Srgt. Val, winners of our "gayest couple" prize. (Diane wins the prize for scaring me the most. Nuns frighten me.) 

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Me, as zombie Meghan. 

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The horrifyingly cocky, Brian Keene!  

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The hopping vampire zombie otherwise known as Deena, the hostest with the mostest. 

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Yes, that's right. For the first time in over 10 years, I've gone to Virginia and NOT had a problem! Woohoo! (For those of you new to my blog, please see the post "Fuckin Virginia" from 2/24/03.) So...went to Matt & Deena's place for a Halloween Hootinanny (sp?). Fran and I co-hosted. It was a lot of fun! I was going to dress up as the zombie pregnant woman from Brian Keene's THE RISING (

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836287748542606435noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814003.post-1098404693741513952004-10-21T19:47:00.001-04:002004-10-25T19:02:32.040-04:00

You WERE going to get a rant about SUVs and Minivans tonight, but I have been pulled in another direction entirely. Working for a bank, you see a lot of stupid people. I mean STUPID! Or as we like to refer to them, momos. I could do three rants a day every day and still not cover all of the momos I encounter on a daily basis. But since the momos I will be screaming about happened to walk in at

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836287748542606435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814003.post-1098331868986587362004-10-21T01:07:00.000-04:002004-10-21T00:11:08.986-04:00

How could they lose to the fuckin Red Sox? How can you win 3 straight...then lose 4 straight like assholes! What the hell happened? It's like after winning the first three they decided to stop playing! The fucking Red Sox? What the fuck? Have I said fuck enough? Man, Red Sox fans are going to be clinging to this for life. I can hear it now, my boss tomorrow will most likely greet me with,

Meghanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00836287748542606435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814003.post-1098301173828038372004-10-20T15:34:00.000-04:002004-10-20T15:42:27.553-04:00

Got out of the house last night, which is always a good thing. Went down to Wayne, NJ to see Brian Keene and John Platt read at a DAWN OF THE DEAD release "zombie" party at Borders. Saw a lot of great people and met some more. I had a blast! It's good to get out, I begin to feel almost normal when I'm out and about. Got out over the weekend too. Saturday night I went out with a friend from work

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You might notice that things look a little different around here today. When I last posted on the 15th blogger freaked out on me and my entire blog disappeared. If any of you have visited in the past couple of days, all you saw was a white page. But since I can't go for long without throwing a useless post out there, I decided to do my damnedest to fix it myself. (If I waited for blogger to

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Now I'm Cookin With Fire! Finally figured out how to add comments to this damn thing. So now, with every new post you'll have an opportunity to reply, if you feel the need. I don't believe that you can reply to old posts, so you can use this post here to make any comments on old posts you wish. Just be sure to include the date and title of the post you're referring to, so I'll know what the

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Who The Hell Do I Think I Am? Well, fucked if I know...but these quizzes might help a bit... Note: When I originally tried to post this the HTML from the quiz site crewed up Blogger and crashed the Internet. So you'll have to live without the pretty pictures. But you can check them out yourself at the site I took the quizzes at: http://www.lacota.net/alanna/ Which X-Man character are you?

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Time To Stop Wallowing I know the last few posts have been depressing and/or bitchy. I don't want you all to get bored with coming here and reading the same old shit. So, for today, I'm going to try to make things a little more interesting. But for those of you who are wondering...things haven't changed a bit from the last few posts. Anyhoo, on to something different for once. A lot of my

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Another Sunday At Commerce It's not like I don't like my job. The people I work with are really cool, and the job itself isn't bad at all. What I'm starting to get tired of is working every Saturday and Sunday. I know those are the two days I can make the money because I can work the most hours. I took this job knowing that I would be working every weekend. But I'm just so tired. Weekends are

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Damned If You Do, Damned If You Don't Have you ever been unhappy...I mean REALLY unhappy, but you thought you knew how to make things better? What if making yourself better would hurt those you care about? What do you do then? Sacrifice your happiness to save your loved ones from hurting...or be selfish and do what you need to do to make yourself happy? Either way, you're fucked. Not to

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Been Hangin On I seem to start so many of these things with "sorry it's been so long..." You all know that things are busy and time is short. But I've also been in a mood lately. I know when I'm down or manic or whatever I should come here and get it all out (that WAS the reason I started this thing) but lately I've been in a place where I've been keeping it in. Maybe it's because some of

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