Goodbye Zac, you will be missed.

Today, just a few minutes ago actually, I got some of the worst news.

My fiance's best friend Zac, shot and killed himself three days ago. I am stunned to my core by this news and I am hurting in ways I didn't know was possible.
Zac was the funniest, and craziest person you would ever love. He had an intense obsession of Iron Maiden's Eddie. He had numerous posters, hats, shirts and tattoos of the freaky looking thing. But that was Zac, and you loved him for it.

I remember the first time I met him, Mario and I went to his house to play Risk (a game I thoroughly HATE) but Zac was so drunk that he was unable to move the necessary pieces so guess who gets pulled into the game? Yeah I was Zac's “little man mover” as he called it. Being as drunk as he was he was unable to remember my name, which if it had been anyone else I would have been upset but with him, it was funny. Finally, he said that he was renaming me Babe, that he could remember that one. He only called me babe that one time, then it on to whatever other names happened to pop into his head.

A few years ago, he had a baby girl and I am saddened beyond belief that she will not have him in her life. Her life will be a little darker without him.

Zac, I wish I could have seen you again, I miss you. I'm so sorry that things got so bad that you had to take this step. You were so loved by so many people and I'm so happy to say that I am one of those people.

But you wouldn't want us to cry, I can see your face now telling us to shut the fuck up.

I know this is probably the most rambling bunch of mush I've ever written and for that I'm sorry but I just had to get it out.

Rock On, Forever Zac!

I sound quiet Bitchy, but I promise I wasn't trying to (well maybe a little)

Well Hello again!

Here I am at 4 am unable to sleep… wait maybe the word is unwilling… anyway I’m not asleep but that’s beside the point.

I received an email this week from a Heidi C. inviting me to a site called “Lookville”. When I first read the email I was flattered, I have to admit. The email was about how she had been to my site and how she was impressed about what was on it and how it looked. *deflate ego here* So I clicked the link and of course there wasn’t much explanation about what the site was except it was about fashion advice. That in its self made me pause. I thought back to my blog, it had absolutely NOTHING do to with fashion. So I pulled out the all knowing Google and googled it right on up.

There I found a large amount of information (as always) about Lookville and it took me a few clicks until I found the one that I was looking for. Basically Lookville is a site that’s by ‘invitation’ only. I use invitation in quotations because it seems that there are a LARGE number of people who have been given the invite, and while that’s okay, it loses its power if everyone gets an invite.

Anyway I read on about a person (I won’t use her name since it’s SO very late at night and I’m certain that she is not a freak like me and up at the ass crack of dawn and I don’t feel like waiting for an email to make sure that it’s okay) who had used the site to do just what you are supposed to do and post pictures of yourself in an outfit and people would comment on it. While this person posted the picture and asked a very specific question about this said dress the people who responded did so in a very unkind and un-topic related way. The way she responded to the comments was the way I would have handled it also, she would wear the dress no matter what anyone else said. Amen to that one. Fashion like beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I believe fashion is about what makes you FEEL good, not only what makes you look good. If you find something that makes you feel like a million bucks and it makes you look good, then you are very lucky person indeed.

But saying that, I find it highly annoying that someone would email me stating that my site was related to something that it wasn’t; if the email had been about writing, I would have jumped up and down with glee. As you can tell, or at least I hope you can tell, I’m not.

So Heidi C., I’m sorry that I won’t be able to accept this invitation on the grounds that either you misread my blog, didn’t look at it, or didn’t care what was there.

“Ciao!”

I'm just that good...

Okay… well here I am. I’m actually updating my blog twice in one month! I want to know where my damn cookie is and who has it! I crack myself up! And not only am I updating here I actually updated my website also! Now that’s what I call a productive day!

I have started moving into my new house, but I decided to take the day off today. I have a good reason, well it’s a good reason to me; isn’t that all that matters? I love the house and I am so excited to get everything set up the way I want it and enjoy it without sweating profusely in the process.

I guess it would be an blunder on my behalf to not mention that Tuesday night is the premiere of Stephenie Meyer’s “Eclipse”. I have had my ticket since mid-May so needless to say I am excited. I will be watching “Twilight”, “New Moon” and “Eclipse” all on that night. I will not be held accountable for any of my actions when it comes to Jacob Black… after nearly 9 hours of the guy what do you expect?! *grins mischievously*

Okay well I have graced the blogging world with my presence so now I’m going to find something to do that doesn't involve HTML for the next few hours!

Love you all!
*blows kiss*

Today is the first day...

Of a long line of posts (well at least I’m somewhat sure about that. At least I have every intention of posting somewhat daily.)

This blog was, honestly, a way to take me away from writing. I wasn’t having much luck as of late of getting a very specific idea to the point into which I could write it down; so here I am typing away on something OTHER than the story I need to be working on. I will never learn.

But while it was meant as a detour from the tasks at hand, I hope that I will be able to write things that are somewhat interesting.

So let’s just jump in there why don’t we?

I am currently waiting for my new house to be ready to move into. My patience is running thin, as is my bottom line, but it will all be worth it in the end. The house is everything that I’ve ever wanted, it’s huge in comparison to the house before it and that is just sweet revenge, long story that I’m sure you would be interested in but I’m not telling.

It is my blog after all I can write about what I want and not about others.
I hate to admit it, I’m anxiously awaiting the release of Stephenie Meyer’s Eclipse, I’m far too old for it I know, but I don’t really care to be brutally honest. But just to show how sadly obsessed I am about the Twilight Saga I’ve had my tickets for well over a month, and I’m going to see Twilight and New Moon for the six hours before Eclipse. Vampire and Werewolf overload!

As much as I could keep this going, I must end it as I have a father’s day to prepare for… and yes it is after noon on father’s day… the world belongs to the procrastinators (if we can ever get it done!)