I finally checked my email after like 3 months and all I can say is "wow"! Normally I would pass this off to promo but it seems that this problem has spread over multiple sites and so I'm going to deal with it directly. See there was a little bit of drama between me and a certain guy who shall remain nameless and it would seem that some groupies of his blame me for "him getting fat and dirty"... umm I haven't talked to him in months so how is it my fault that he changed? First off I don't really know how it's any one's business what effect he or I had on the other, but since it appears to be public knowledge now, let me just say I am in no way responsible for his downfall. I adore him to pieces despite the less that savory terms we parted on and I would never wish anything bad on him at all. I don't know why or if he has even changed these are just the random ass accusations and whispers amongst former mutual friends.

The next thing is some chick accused me of forcing him to move. Lol really? Am I that powerful? Um no. Directly after the miscarriage I told him I was moving there, suddenly the next month he decided he was going there as well. My plans, as laid out with the leasing office in July included me moving there in November after the fall term of AIY, so that I could begin next term at AI Charleston. I've been accepted to AI Charleston since July so yeah... get over it, I had NOTHING to do with it nor do I even know if he actually moved. For the record, those who know me know that I moved up from the South in 2008 and this was only supposed to be a temporary move until I sold my home in Georgia which I just now did thanks to this sucky ass economy. So if you feel the need to talk about me, at least get the story strait.

The third accusation

A lot of people have been asking me what tattoos I have or am getting next and what they mean, so instead of a few dozen individual emails, I figured a blog would be the best way to do it. In no particular order, they are as follows:

• I-IV-III on my inner wrist is an ode to lighthouse on Minot's Ledge since sailing is one of my greatest pleasures and I often feel that this stormy relationship needs a beacon to guide it back.
  
• “Agus na damnaithe fágtha gan focal Glaoigh ormsa i measc na naomh” on my back left shoulder blade = While the wicked stand confounded, call me with thy saints surrounded it is not only one of my favorite quotes but also significant in my social circle.
• “Nuair a bheirim thuas mo chlaíomh lonrach agus nuair a ghearann mo lámh an breithiúnas gheobhaidh mé díoltas ar mo naimhde agus aisíocfaidh mé astu a chránn mé. A Thiarna, ardaigh mé go dti do lámh dheisagus cuir mé in áireamh na Naomh.” On the left side of my ribcage. It means: When I raise my flashing sword, and my hand takes hold in judgment, I will take vengeance upon my enemies and I shall repay those who have hazed me. Oh Lord, raise me to thy right hand and count me among thy saints in Gaelic.
• “Aequitas” inside my left thigh is the Latin word for justice. I got it because between my mother’s murder, a stalker and the many uphill battles I choose to fight (pit bulls for example); I always make sure to have justice served.
• “Veritas” inside my right thigh is the Latin word for truth. I got this because those who know me know that I am honest to a fault, to the point of being ridiculed even, but never will the truth be silenced so long as I am breathing.
• Crow on a skull surrounded by dark violet roses in my left calf- it’s a tribute to my mother. The crow signifies the same myth that the file the crow was based on and the skull is symbolic of her death and interest in the dark arts. She, like me, was no ordinary woman and therefore an ordinary in memory of tattoo.
• Gypsy sugar skull on my front left thigh signifies the wanderlust that I often give into and that consumes me.
• The pair of blue Chuck Taylor’s sneakers with my sons’ names and birthdays is obviously for my sons.
• Zombie My Little Pony on my right upper arm is an ode to childhood.
• Pirate Kiss on my left breast, it was originally gotten because it is my belief that 90% of a woman’s problems are directly related to their Vajayjay's , so it served as a warning for over lustiness though now it just looks cool.
• Zombified Bettie Paige gypsy on arm- I got it because this business kills a reflection of the irony in the modeling world
• Mr. Yuk sticker on back of arm- To remind me to never ever fall into a certain someone's tainted smile again (he remains the only person to render me helpless against his charms)
• A devil that says Tony (my child) above me knee
• A Boston red sox logo fire burst on my back between the shoulder blades (my first tattoo of my first love... baseball)
• Stitch from Lilo and stitch on my leg- because stitch didn't have a family either and was built to destroy... he reminded me of me

This my darlings, is quite possibly one of the greatest songs ever! I figure that there are so many douchebags in this world that it is only right to give them a proper shout out. To view the top rated douche's on the net, or to nominate one yourself, visit: Douchbag Alert. Otherwise, sit back relax and enjoy 'The Douchebag Anthem' by Causal Mafia. and if you feel the need to leave a special shout out to the douche in your life, just throw it in the comments.

This year is really not my year. Not in the slightest. Not only was there the whole Gabby Moore pregnancy/miscarriage debacle but now it would seem that one of the people I thought was my closest friend is apparently a douche. I am not even really sure what happened here but it would seem that it was enough for him to send one text in particular that decimated our nearly 3 years of friendship and any future chance of a reconciliation. What was the message? "oooohhhh LOL youre so mean hahahaa, i dont plan on buggin ya anymore lol, now i see why so many people dont like you, especially gabby" (sic). Low blow much? I have yet to respond to that particular message because what exactly does one say to that? I mean I could of course do like I normally do and go strait for the jugular (see: How To Keep A Bitch In Line for an example), I could be mature and ignore it, or I could get over the fact that he threw up Gabby. I normally remain friends with everyone I come into contact with. A Gabby comment? Really?! Really? For that one single comment and throwing him into my face, we will never be anything ever again. Ever. Could have said anything else. Whore. Bitch. Anything, but to bring up Gabby shows me that we were never friends or anything, clearly I never meant anything to him for him to rip open a freshly scabbed wound. Some people are saying I must have hurt him, some people are saying he is secretly in love with me, I say he has a deep seeded hatred to go so far below the belt. So yeah... chalk up yet another loss... though admittedly this one is not so bad, we have always had a love/hate friendship.