Tang Grrrl's

2002-01-08T11:29:00.000-08:00

That's where I am now...if anyone here even cares.

2002-01-08T11:28:00.000-08:00

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username autumnofnewbury

2001-10-31T13:54:00.000-08:00

I am posting some lyrics, from my fav Peter Murphy song!!

This is I'll Fall With Your Knife

To the crowd
To the world
You were so dry
And with the token bird I made
Send it to fly right to your side
With the broken wing you sailed
Oh like winter in July
A barren river wide
I'll pray for the flood
To wash on you
It's here I'll be with you

Well if the birds can reach the sky
To this land I'll be with you
'Til the sun bursts from your side
With my hands I reach to you
When you think your chance is passing by
When you blow your moon away
I'll bleed like the reed
Fall with your knife
It's here I'll be with you

I'll fall

This is Rooks and my song, and I cannot think of anything but him when I hear it. It's on Peter Murphy's Wild Birds cd *if you don't own it, buy it*

Tang

2001-10-30T22:00:00.000-08:00

I am off, to Chico, to go and party!!! Somethings are cool about my old hometown, one of those things is Halloween!

I will scan some pics, of me, Rooks, and the beehive!

Tang

2001-10-29T12:17:00.000-08:00

Okay, so I did it, I shut my mouth, stopped talking about it and I did it. I fired off an e-mail to Bill, and what's going to happen? Absolutely nothing. That's okay though, I have given up on Bill's ability to say something similar in return, like, "I am sorry I cheated on you" or even, "I am sorry about the way things went." See this is what is wrong with the world. When we no longer want to writhe and twist on the knife we created, there is simply no one who wants to let us off.

This is what I find interesting about breaking up, when there is no one left to go home to in your life, you feel kinda hollow, at first. Then the feeling of "I can date anyone I want" sets in. This is where most people do something stupid, and Bill got his new and current girlfriend, a week after I had been sleeping in his bed. This is where I could simply not find someone to settle down with, so maintained good friendships with the beaus I was considering, ie Rooks...and the Venezuelan man...Then you get comfortable again. This is where I started dating Rooks, and Bill's relationship began to deteriorate.

So how are people supposed to handle being dumped? Is it possible to just smile and walk away? I don't think so! It has to be gut wrenching, the divying up of one's stuff is truly symbolic to what has just happened, you are not going to see this person again for a long long while. What do yo do if you don't get your stuff back? You call, try to act nonchalant, and ask for it back. When you get off the phone, you feel so upset you sit down, cry a little, and call someone. If you're stupid like me, you tell that person how you feel, even though you don't know if that's how you feel anymore, but you don't want to change it. Even if it was wrong to begin with. Then, in the case of Bill, that person can't handle what you have to say. They get angry, you get angry, viola, grudges are now formed.

So maybe I should send Bill a link. Maybe he will know what I am trying to say...probably not. The chances of this angering Bill are highly probable. Bill doesn't seem to get the concept of closure. I just want to take the knife out of my side for once and for all. Rooks deserves it.

Tang

2001-10-27T22:40:00.000-07:00

Tonight I say goodbye to a fond memory of times past. After a lot of thinking, I finally closed a chapter in my life that needed closing. I said sorry to someone I used to love, and I feel more nostalgic now than I have in quite sometime.

Isn't it weird to say goodbye to someone who's body you knew, who you knew what would make them smile, laugh, cry?

Then later, you wonder, what was I thinking? Ignoring the times you spent, and the way it used to make you feel. Then you meet someone else, and in rapture, you forget what you left behind, and they in-turn, forget you.

So now, another chapter of my life closes, while the one that is open strengthens. It's funny how it works that way.

Maybe that's what life is about, loving and then learning, then learning and then loving.

Tang

2001-10-27T18:19:00.000-07:00

I am feeling like a shadow of myself, and I wonder where I am going, while walking down the one-way road in the wrong direction, and feeling lost despite the urge to go home.

2001-10-26T16:53:00.000-07:00

Has any girl ever imagined being stalked by another girl? I didn't, not until I met Maz. Maz is a sweet girl, but wierd, and eerie. That's putting it nicely!

2001-10-16T12:00:00.000-07:00

Okay, I am feeling much more light-hearted this week! What's that you ask? A light-hearted goth? Well here it is, a new cameo from Tangy the PerkyGoth!!!!

So what is a "PerkyGoth" you might ask? Well, it's a goth, who can dress goth, and look goth, without having to mourn about the cancerous sun eating out their heart.

How do I become a "PerkyGoth"? Well, all you have to do is have a short-attention span, and do whatever you like. PerkyGoths smile. They joke. They do whatever feels good to them at any givein moment.

Hence, today, as my first day as a "PerkyGoth" I am wearing grey. All grey. To celebrate grey, not black. Does that mean that I should have gotten a grey cat, not a black cat? Should I have left my walls white, instead of painting them black, and wishing I could now make them grey? Does this mean that I have to DEVOTE MY LIFE TO A NEW COLOR? Change my entire closet to fit my passion for grey...after years of perfecting the "black" look?

If you and your family want to learn more about PerkyGoths, you can check out these great books...er...websites to get more information:

http://www.odk.com/wilson/goth/manifesto.html

New Topic: Rooks' Birthday is Thursday!!! No nude pics please! That's for me to do! Well, I don't know what to get him yet, I have an idea, but it seems a little too much, and I want to make sure things are perfect.

I am going now, the buzzer is going crazy.

Tang

2001-10-13T00:47:00.000-07:00

Hello My Little Pretties!!!

It is a strange weird world, and I am afraid to open the mail. I guess it would be kinda cool to tell your grandchildren, "Yeah back in 2002 I caught Anthrax, they thought I wasn't going to make it, but shew, nothing could hold me back..."

It's twelve something right now, I should be in bed, but Rooks doesn't know how to share, and by sharing I mean mattress space, blankets, maybe even a little pillow if I am lucky. I mean, we have six pillows on our bed. Why don't I ever end up with one of them?

So I was trying to describe Sac Town to one of my friends who wants to come and visit here from San Jose. I think I summed it up with the words "at least Sacramento has something pretty to look at, despite all the vagrants." See, Rooks and I live in Mid Town, the trendy, hip, and damn expensive area of Sacramento. Located quite close to Mid Town, is Downtown. There is nothing but little crappy weird stores, restaurants that I have never seen anyone eat out of, and in the outskirts of the heart of downtown, all the state buildings, a mall, and my workplace. One time, while feeling a little romantic and frisky, in Old Town, Rooks and I began a make out session by the river. We assumed we were alone, and suddenly in the middle of this someone was tapping my shoulder. It was a bum, he wanted to know if we had money or cigarettes to spare!!! How ballsy was that! To interrupt two people trying to have an intimate moment, and not only that, this guy came OUT OF THE SHADOWS to bother us. He seriously could have gotten maced, if it had been someone else....

I am going to bed now, I see some opprotunity for a little corner of the blankets!!

Tang

2001-10-08T13:12:00.000-07:00

ANTHRAX!! ANTHRAX!!

Hmm. I don't know what to say about what's happening in the world now, except that violence begat violence, for years. Isn't it time to stop it? I feel suddenly ashamed to be a human, where we cannot rise above the ability to threaten someone's life, kill innocent, or even worse, be the judge and executioner. Where did we get so large for ourselves, where we thought, "I see wrong, I am going to kill it." The current mentality frightens me, look at history, when you have two powers fighting for something so powerful and righteous to them, it is never an easy conflict. Especially when it comes to religion. Never challenge the moral convictions of a person. I don't know how to be funny right now (if I ever really am) because constantly I know and think "what we do today will drastically alter the face of history as we know it." As a 19 going on 20 year old, never in my lifetime (where I was considered a adult legally, and a voting citizen mind you) has something like this happened. It may be uncomparable to anything that has ever happened in history as well, but my callow youth will be shed in an era of conflict and disaster.

So with that I am going to go. I don't know why I am a political science major anymore. I don't think it's a very nice thing to focus on for the rest of my life, I drive down the street with a sighting of at least ten American flags in three or four blocks, and I don't know what to think anymore. They say that the patriotism of an indavidual is dependent on how patriotic your parents are, and even more so, what year/era you're born in. With the good times, children are raised more patriotic, and with the bad, more cynical about the government and the way things work. I wonder what will be of the children recently born, or the children to come.

So once more "REMOVE THE CAUSE, NOT THE SYMPTOM"

Tang

2001-10-01T14:48:00.000-07:00

Last night I had dreams I was made of Honey Nut Cheerios and people were trying to eat me....

2001-09-30T15:52:00.000-07:00

Okay, so it isn't really much later than I thought it was but I am going forward with the post.

Today I had bloody fantasies while at work, wanting to kill a co-worker. She called me a bitch and a liar, I wanted to tell her that she was calling a nineteen year old a liar and a bitch, I mean how pathetic of a forty year old does that make her look? Servers can be pains in the asses. Next time you have a server who pisses you off, just tell them that you have a pretty good idea how old they actually are, that'll shut 'em up.

We finally got with the tides, Rooks and I, so after the cable modem, we got a scanner. I don't know how to use it yet, but after a tutorial, I am going to show you all pictures from the Gothic Reality. You'll see me, wearing jeans and a T-shirt like anyone else, maybe with the mall in the background.

So now that the oxygen is back into my brain and my pulse isn't going rampant over my shitty day at work, I can think of better things to post about.....well. I bought fake hair!!! I bought a wig, to make my hair longer, a 300 lb. Phillipino woman with short hair isn't anything to be attracted to, so I changed it to long hair!!

Enough for now
Tang

2001-09-30T15:42:00.000-07:00

So sorry not to post lately, there have been some technical errors, on the part of blogger that have prevented me from spewing my Communist tripe.

Okay, so maybe all I talk about is gossip. Hmm.Where can I plagerize some Communist tripe, and would I then be a "Blog of Note?"

So WAC has been getting a lot of steam!!! We are going to do it! We can say no to DRUGS! What the hell was I going to say about that....well shit, I think I lost it.

You know, I haven't even been off work for an hour, I think I need to try again later,
Tang

2001-09-28T15:59:00.000-07:00

Hello?

2001-09-14T12:20:00.000-07:00

I AM NOT GOING TO TALK ABOUT THE WORLD TRADE CENTER OR THE PENTAGON!!!!!!!!!! I figure you all are getting enough of that from your families, friends, co-workers, and the television, radio, and so forth.

My mind was trapped in a mental tangent today about subtitles, I decided to try a few out for the site.

WWW.TANGGRRL.BLOGSPOT.COM:
ALTER EGO RUN WILD!

Tanggrrl: The Story of a B Movie Powerpuff Girl

Tanggrrl: Got milk?--this is a future ad campaign of mine, it will feature me when I was ten dressed up like Dr. Frankenfurter, and then me at the age of Twenty, dressed up like....Dr. Frankenfurter(it will have a subtitle of it's own, it will be "Some Things Never go out of Fashion")

Tanggrrl: The story of a poor college student with no good job aspects, a crummy philosophy major, a struggling garage band musician, greasy haired wench, with a freak for a boyfriend.......Okay, so this is starting to get a tid bit negative....

Lastly, inspired by my Hotmail Inbox, Tanggrrl: Hot, sweaty, unusually sweet, and ready in minutes.

A FOLLOW UP ON THE WHOLE ANONYMOUS FRIENDS E-MAIL:

I would like to say that the devoted following is filled with cheaters. They all caught me on yahoo or hotmail, or even AOL instant messenger, and told me what their votes are. Unanimously, they all chose the mean way to do it, send a link. I did, and I recently recieved the e-mail messege of "this is Nikki." Do I know a Nikki? Isn't Nikki a trashy trash trash name? Is this someone who robbed me of my heterosexual nature at a party while I drank myself nearly to death? Is this someone who I knew in the past who was close to me? Is this someone who I used to talk to on a daily basis? Is this someone who I had one of my shitty ex-boyfriends cheat on me with who gave me a flaky laugh and said sorry?-oh wait, that's Whisty and Balta*

Okay so who is Nikki? And what is "Nikki" doing in my hotmail in-box? Dear god, you freaks don't even have that addy(no offense). And here is the answer. She's someone who I used to go to school with, way back in the dark-ages I refer to as H.S. I don't remember what this person looks like, or even if they signed my yearbook....I guess I will have to do some investigating!!!

*all names are always changed, I mean really, do you really think I know a girl named "Leather?"

Love Tang

2001-09-10T15:12:00.000-07:00

Last night was a MESS!!!!! You should never hit on anyone's ex-significant other, or something.

WAC is gaining steam, as I munch on dried pasta, and I am going to be the HEAD HOO-HA!!! The leader of them all, the strongest and most addicted carbohydrates addict. My plan for world dominance is going along without a hitch!!!!

So finally maintenece came by, and since they were here, I made them fix like ten other things here. I mean this poor guy was here for over an hour. Everything seems to be working well though. Nothing has broken today! I awoke to the sounds of birds chirping outside my window, er, I mean construction. More specifically, I awoke to the sound of those damn truck beep things, the ones that beep when they back up, well it seems to me three of those suckers were going off at once, and low and behold, another day off that I haven't managed to sleep.

I went to somethingawful.com. Dear word. I don't know where that man goes to find his material, but my GOD! His most current were pictures of fat women(future members of WAC) naked, and one of these charming toothless gals had the words "Where do you want to fuck me" etched on her belly! I thought I was going to die. Not to mention the fact that she had some exotic piercing hanging down, way down.

Uhhh. Enough of that.

ON A DIFFERENT NOTE: As a follow-up to my LAMBDA zine tantrum, I picked up another local zine for the LAMBDA community. Let me say this, it was about rodeos and the title of the column was "LUST IN THE DUST" nuff said.

Shew. I don't really have too much useless bable to spew today. I guess that will improve today, Rooks and I are going to go see the folks on his side. Rooks' father once announced he was "well hung." I am sure that should give me some material.

Love Tang

2001-09-04T15:09:00.000-07:00

So with the threat of Chicken Fried Steak looming, I am hiding in the corner. Chicken Fried Steak is what caused the largest fight I have ever had with Rooks, this will be the test! We argued for a hour over a pan of Chicken Fried Steak, until I cried like a baby, alone in the room, while he went "out to get some air."

I have decided to form a Carbohydrates Addict Support group. It's going to be called WAC. Women Againts Carbohydrates. The first member, unfortunately, is a man. Damn!

My nephew (Yes! Tang is an Aunt!) is so damn cute. I watched him trying to scratch Rooks' eyes out, and I realized it was a KODAC MOMENT!

Now that everything is calm, and the place is clean, and since Rooks isn't here, I got myself a real man!! He's a stripper, who dances around in the corner of my computer screen moaning "big boy" to me.....oh wait...well, he does say "touch me" a lot....

So I am off to class, but I will be back with something of substance I am sure, but then again...

Tang

2001-08-30T13:06:00.000-07:00

Hello my little pretties.....

WELCOME TO THE WORLD OF TANG LAND!!!

I have something frightening to tell you!

I was reading my e-mails casually, surfing the inbox, when what should appear but a email from Morry. Morry is someone who I used to chat with frequently, who scared me off and I decided that I wasn't too interested in anything he said. Imagine a stooped out man in a wife-beater talking to a trash can, and you will know Morry. Anywho Morry just wanted to write to tell me that he's moving cross-country to my town here in Cali!!!

Now for arguements sake, I know that this could just be a mere coincidence. That's until I read further....

He wants to know my address so he can come and visit. Oh yes, as well as what district of my city I am currently in!! EEP! He might as well ask me to send him my dirty underwear under the full moon! There is no way this guy is going to get my addy.

So then I remember this thing from Fugly.com. Basically, using the yellow pages, an email address, and some other types of info given from the victim, these people were able to tell some random young lady that they were her parents due to the fact that they new the address, phone number, birthdate, and whatnot.

Now I am running to the nearest Radio Shack for caller ID hook-ups. But don't worry, Gabriel the Gothic Cat and Rooks will protect me!

So now I have to go, my homework is calling.

Tang

2001-08-29T13:50:00.000-07:00

Has anyone(this is directed to the devoted following of, what, ten?) gone to www.daign.com?

It is so fun!!! Basically this little bastard who reminds me of myself writes reviews on webcams, and he says the honest to god truth. If you have 3 teenagers in front of a webcam in their bras, he asks "where are these girls mothers?" He calls it like he sees it, and not a lot of people seem to like him due to the fact that he does call a person here or there a goth slut, or a porn star in the making, or even white trash. Common. If these groups of people didn't exist, we wouldn't have names for them. Am I right? Common, tell me I am right!

So Rooks is a bum. He got a week off of work to move, and our place looks like crap! I have been working to try to get the shit together, maybe someday there will be a semblence of order.

If you won't forgive me for the Goth comments, realize that I claim this group. I know I probably offended some, but if you can't laugh at it, you take yourself too seriously. Imagine, Goth is a group that is MARKETED too. What is not to laugh about that?

The website is up for review. USELESS BABLE! that's all it is! NOT FUNNY! i never claimed to be funny. BORING! sometimes life is....

Anywho, I got an e mail request from someone who reads the site and doesn't know me. This person wants to see a picture. Hmm. Does how I look really matter? I think I will clear the air right now! I am a 300lb Phillipino woman, and proud.

I AM A CARBOHYDRATES ADDICT!!!!!!!!! I have started reading that carbohydrates addict book, and I am thinking we all are. Here's how you qualify:

Q:Do you like breads and pastas?
A:Who doesn't?

Q:Do you enjoy eating a lot?
A:But of course!!!!

Q:Do you have uncontrollable cravings?
A:Don't we all? Maybe not food, but....

So how warped am I? I grew up thinking Prince was the sexiest thing to grace the earth!! I am a CARBOHYDRATES addict, for godsakes! I don't know what to do with myself! I think I am headed towards the bread basket....

Tang

2001-08-29T13:19:00.000-07:00

Please, I beg of you, don't listen to me!!!

2001-08-29T13:17:00.000-07:00

So now I know I will never be on the "BLOGS OF NOTE" list! I have said too many controversial things.

I have started to think about creating a "my company exposed" site. All the dirty things that my company does posted for the world to see. Especially since we are supposed to be the "best company to work for."

I think it would look something like www.earthlinksucks.net. It shows all the shitty things E-Link has done to it's constituents.

So I went into a Politics chat room, and I was instantly pinned against the cyber room wall with comments from die-hard Conservatives, and I was thinking to myself, "MACHINE HEAD." Let's think outside of the box people.

So I wanted to create a archetype of a Gothic conversation. I think it would go as follows:

note that GOTH A is male, and GOTH B is female

GOTH A: Hello sister(this is a Pagan reference)

GOTH B: Hello brother. How black is your soul today?

GOTH A: Well I was listening to some more Bauhaus, so it is as black as the soul of Satan, who is my lover. What's occured in your semi-realistic black existance this week?

GOTH B: I went outside, into the sunshine today, and it burned! I guess this is a sign from the Horned One that I no longer need the life giver Sun, I am so much death that I am doomed to live in darkness. How's you're partner in this eternal hell?*

GOTH A: She isn't feeling well, she was consuming the blood of black cats on Friday (this ironically is Friday the 13th, which for a goth, is every Friday) and she said she felt her eternal soul starting to beat again. She asked me to execute her in homade black gallows, however I couldn't fit the rope around her neck, with all that black lace.

GOTH B: The Horned One willing, she will be out of her pain and suffering soon.

*Partner in this Eternal Hell=Significant Other

And so forth.

That's enough for this mental tangent. Hey! Tang-ent. Tang. Tang-ent. Tang.

Tang

2001-08-25T00:21:00.000-07:00

Well here is where it stands. There is no way, currently to access the closet due to the couch, which won't fit into the front room due to small walkways. I think that was a run on sentence. Well, anywho, not only that, the bed is too big and needs some work as well as the already problematic blinds, stove, bathroom, and so forth. It is not better than it sounds, let me assure you.

So this has been the test, I think. How far can I be pushed till I want Rooks to die? Well, I think pretty damn far, because even though this is NOT working out like we thought it would, we simply take some time off to sit in the park and hold hands. Thank God for the little things.

So I picked up a copy of a local LAMBDA newspaper and I was appalled. The things you'd think it would cover, such as community issues and discrimination, and whatnot. Well, it was all about SEX. I mean SEX. Can I say it again? SEX. The problem was that over half the magazine was devoted to sex and advertisements for sexual stimulation. Does this mean to say that the LAMBDA community is over concerned with SEX? I know many a gay person, and that is simply not true. I think it is time for people to stop and think about what represents them!

Tang

2001-08-21T16:47:00.000-07:00

One more thing!

Gabriel the Gothic Cat is going to make a cameo appearance soon!! Isn't that awesome!

2001-08-21T16:45:00.000-07:00

Okay so I am a bitch for not keeping the site updated! But, I have an excuse. It's due to my moving. How about that!

So anywho. We had a party a week back, and I got tired of having screaming 18 year old girls at my place(uninvited guests) so I decided my partying days are done.

Went down to the American River to chill today, and what should happen but a screaming couple joins us. From the noise these two emmited, I could tell you about the past 6 months of their relationship. Consider article A:

Article A
He says she cheated on him not once, not twice but three times. She claims to have been "not together" with him while those three mishaps ocurred.

Article B
*I believe that this is why the fight began* He spent the night in some woman's bed who HIS woman thought to be a whore. He said it didn't matter, he didn't "hold" her. They simply slept in the same bed.

Article C
He showed up with $100, supposedly from his Visa. Is he possibly whorring himself out? And if so, why isn't she getting 1/2 the profit? She says that it's drugs again. He says he would throw the money away if it meant that much to her. I say "give it to me!" If it's dirty, I am sure that I could clean it somehow.

Article D
CPS was at her house....hmmm. Is this a suprise? I hope to hell those two don't have kids. But knowing people in general, if you're involved in drugs and a bad crowd, that automatically makes you twenty times more fertile than any other woman.

Enough of that. I am having good times. My friend is home!! I have waited for ages for this. I guess things haven't changed that much for us. My day off is almost finished, and I am going to have to go back to work and be serious. Sigh.

Tang

2001-08-14T17:32:00.000-07:00

Okay, I had the greatest idea! Barbie for different types of people. Barbie in a little gothic corset and combat boots, Barbie in a pair of baggy pants with a backwards hat, Barbie in all white with glow-beads around her neck.......

So I don't know what to say about what's been going on lately. I have been taking it at work. I don't like "it." I think I know what I want to be when I successfully pass into the world of adult-hood. I want to work for a Union. If you ever get the chance to work for a Union go for it! They are so awesome. I can't tell you how much Unions have done for us all through history, but I really think that large corporations like to look at their workers like cogs. I hate the whole "I am a cog and I know it" mentality. Where did the "I am a woman, hear me roar" thing go...or maybe even "I am an indavidual damn it"

So I was looking online at this site, it reviews webcams. Low and behold, there is a girl I went to HS with, showing her breasts to everyone, with some useless page about how to be a rebel, and what the true meaning of life is....*can't stop yawning*---*look breasts*---*yawn again*---*BOOBIES*

Yeah, I am a girl and I just said that....

SO THIS IS FOR ALL INDEPENDENT WOMEN OUT THERE:

Ten Reasons why you should STRONGLY consider things before living with your Beau(compiled over the last four months by a veteran)

1. Imagine this scenario: Get off of work, finally done with your commute, and all you want to do is go home and get a Coke(or Pepsi) from your fridge and sit down with the feet up. Upon your arrival at home you notice the following

a. The front door seems to be jammed up from behind and it looks like sporting equipment.
b. The laundry you washed last night, including your fav black dress is all over the hallway
c. The pack of cigarettes you call "emergency equipment" is gone
d. The fridge is suddenly Coke free, and you can't seem to even find a trace of any drinkable substance left over for
your impending arrival from work.
c. The couch is so covered with crap, you couldn't sit down if you wanted too.

2. Just think of what your bathroom(or Mecca, shall we say) is going to look like.

3. Imagine your favorite shirt with bleach patches, even though it's maroon.

4. Don't ever think you'll get a phone call or a message. Especially if it's from work.

5. Expect football season to be hell filled with all the men your pretty leather couches can seat.

I am just going to stop at five. Why say more?

From personal experience, I live in a home where I knowingly understand that porn lurks somewhere.

I think, with that image I will go.
Have a good time devoted following, I will catch up to y'all later.
Tang

2001-08-07T20:43:00.000-07:00

So I still don't feel better, but this time the reason for that is quite different. On Sunday night, while driving past a local liquor store, we saw about a dozen police cars. This is all about 3 and a half blocks from my home. As I looked over, I believed that I had seen a body on the ground. Sure enough there was a shooting in my area.

This is what bothers me. My neighborhood has no clubs, no theaters, nothing of that sort. No reasonable person would want to spend their Sunday night in my neighborhood. There aren't even parties(that I see) in our area.

So this leaves the neighborhood where? Wondering if the person who lives next door is a murderer? It's chilling for me, especially since there are a group of "hoods" that hang around our grocery store at night, bothering people. And if that is true, should I call the tip hotline and let them know that there is such a group of young men, always blasting their music in front of the store front. I don't know how well I will sleep at night knowing that the neighborhood that I have spent the last year and some in, is no longer safe.

2001-08-05T15:57:00.000-07:00

So I am sick, that's why ya'all haven't heard from me lately.

I am not feeling to hot right now even, so I just wanted to stop by and say "hi."

I will write more when I am feeling a little better, maybe later tonight.

Tang

2001-08-02T20:27:00.000-07:00

So I met this totally cool guy online, but I will only refer to him as "Source of all Evil." He had another name for me to call him, but I couldn't remember it exactly.

This is really my first time meeting someone online that I actually like, someone who can spell and whatnot. I don't know, this is somewhat enthralling.

So I am at home right now cleaning the room with the boyfriend. My boyfriend has some things here that look like they are straight out of the eighties. We found a U2 Actung Baby cd(not that I didn't own this album myself) and some Reebok high tops. Everyone knows what I am talking about, where the shoe looks like a space man shoe, all leather, and no cupping of the ankles. Scary. I can't seem to convince him to throw them out either. I think an ultimatum will work, how about this: "Okay bitch, it's either me or the shoes!"

So I think I have lost my soul, because I am now smoking Menthols. Every smoker knows how it is, when you get a cigarette, and you've just bummed it, you're going to smoke it even if there's a little crack mixed in. So I have this co-worker who smokes Menthol, and has no problem sharing, and lo and behold, I am in my fav quicky asking for a pack of Marlboro milds.

One of the funny things is, no matter how broke I get, I never buy cheap cigarettes. I fear I will look down and see some rat's tail hanging out the end, and since I am such a nic addict, I won't even have the sense to put the damn thing out....

So anywho, I think I am off, to find a way to sabotage the shoes. What about arson? I could fill them with Gabby poos(that's my cat). I wonder...

Tang

2001-07-31T23:12:00.000-07:00

So I had the coolest experience today!!!

Rooks and I are looking for a place in Mid-town Sac, and everyone was so friendly with us. We found this place that I am so desperate to live in that I will decidely take a second job just to live there. It's a renovated Vicorian, painted in this nice rusty red, with a absolutely huge front porch, and lovely high ceilings.

I was so in love with the area. I think I counted at least four people who stopped to say "hi" to us, and I ran into a co-worker there. I loved it. Everyone keep your fingers crossed that we can get the place!!

So we went into the grocery store, and they had the freshest ripest fruit I had practically ever seen, and not only that, women joked with us in line while we waited to check out. I can walk down to work, or ride my bike.

We sat on a bench and ate, and walked around just admiring the co-op gardens and chalk on the sidewalks, boasting of happy children. No noise pollution, and lots of trees.

I think we've found our new home.

2001-07-31T14:11:00.000-07:00

SO here is the ideal way to intercommunicate with the opposite sex. Use myself and Rooks as an example.

Tang says:
Later, I want to revamp the website
Tang says:
Honey?
Rooks says:
honey?
Tang says:
Will you bring me home something to eat?
Rooks says:
whaddya want?
Tang says:
I want chocolate covered hostess donuts, a Gatorade(riptide rush) and a granola bar
Rooks says:
too expensive!
Tang says:
No!!!
Tang says:
I am hungry
Rooks says:
we will get you lettuce
Rooks says:
it is filling and cheap
Tang says:
there is nothing to eat here except for cheese
Tang says:
Lettuce is not filling
Tang says:
it has pesticides
Tang says:
*sob*
Tang says:
*sob*
Rooks says:
we will wash it
Tang says:
RRrooOOKkss
Tang says:
are you happy?
Rooks says:
i am tired
Tang says:
I am HUNGRY
Rooks says:
and i have an hour and a half of work left
Rooks says:
and no more breaks
Tang says:
sucks to be you
Rooks says:
but i am not hungry
Rooks says:
so i guess life is good
Tang says:
I AM!!
Tang says:
rooks, you wouldn't do that to your little tangie would you?
Tang says:
are you going to bring little tangie something to eat?
Rooks says:
yeah i am
Rooks says:
i am glad she is little
Rooks says:
little people do not eat much
Tang says:
ROFLMAO
Tang says:
Did you eat all the cheese?
Rooks says:
no
Tang says:
where is it?
Rooks says:
dennis must have stolen it!
Tang says:
HE DID!!!
Rooks says:
bastard
Tang says:
WITH THE FORKS!!!!!!!
Tang says:
we should stone him!!!
Tang says:
sacrifice him!!!!!!
Tang says:
beat him with a toilet paper roll!!!!
Tang says:
chain him down and slowly rip out his pubic hairs one by one!!!!!
Tang says:
feed his guts to gabriel!!!!!
Tang says:
make him give you head!!!!!
Tang says:
force feed him cheese and forks till he screams!!!!!!!
Tang says:
get his feet wet and leave him out in the car to get a cold!!!!!
Tang says:
outside of the house, I meant
Tang says:
in the cold to get a cold...
Tang says:
crap
Tang says:
I suck
Tang says:
did you catch all that?

2001-07-31T12:55:00.000-07:00

Hey I just got an IM and it was from someone who was reading the page!!!

Isn't that special?

2001-07-31T12:46:00.000-07:00

Isn't this cool!!!

All my devoted following can IM me.

No, not you, psycho!!!

I mean you!

Not only that, I am going to make a profile, so that everyone can know more about Tang!! Kick ass!!

2001-07-31T12:37:00.000-07:00

So today I wanted to talk about people who I love!!!!!

Eddie Vedder! I love his music, I love his hair, and I most definately love the way he smiles with his eyes. I love the depth that Perl Jam music has. The lyrics are so amazing. Not just his A side tracks either. His B sides are usually better.

Bjork! She is awesome, like written poetry her music is, says Yoda. She is a little crazy, but she gives eccentricity it's own stage.

Courtney Love! She gave me the feminist growl that so defines my person. I love a bitch who can throw a punch. Not only that but she is so angry, it makes me think that the glass ceiling won't be there too much longer.

But I am a "goth" so I guess I will stay true to form, and let everyone know about the gods I worship.

ROBERT SMITH---ROBERT SMITH---ROBERT SMITH---ROBERT SMITH---ROBERT SMITH---

Not only did he take the Cure to levels that otherwise it would never have seen without him, he defined pain, angst, and more pain. He makes sex seem like a scar you bear to the world, and the only form of perfect love, at the same time. He captures emotion at it's finest. He made an alternative to the alternative. He makes Hot Topic look like a joke.

TRENT REZNOR---TRENT REZNOR---TRENT REZNOR---TRENT REZNOR---TRENT REZNOR---

I am sure that he has about a gazillion sites dedicated to what a amazing musician he is, so I won't go that way here, but he is so awesome. He IS Nine Inch Nails, and he made them, he makes the vast majority of his music on his own. He plays several different instruments, he moans like a babe, and we all want him. He has a sex appeal equal to none, and he displays emotion that strikes the core of all beings.

If you do not know who these artists are, or you do not own an album by them, I urge you, go purchase!

2001-07-30T18:20:00.000-07:00

I am so damn sorry for not writing sooner. Here are the recent updates.

I don't know if I like my family. It was puzzling, and my sister, what a bitch. I cannot stand her. I knew her before, but she was like a totally different person. I guess money does that to people.

I am headed off to a party today, and I want to get all dressed up, so I will probably talk a little more in a few minutes, and in the meantime I am going to get this site all revamped, so it looks cool. I think that Tang needs a new look.

I hope I don't get drastically drunk at this party and try to come home and type. I don't think that a hang over would be a good thing either.

I'll be back soon
Tang

2001-07-24T12:20:00.000-07:00

Oh, PS, I do feel better than yesterday, not like I don't need that vacation, but it's looking a little brighter in Tang Land.

2001-07-24T12:13:00.000-07:00

So now that my stint with Jr. College is over, I am going forward, I am going to talk today about some issues that have recently come up in POV.

Now this whole Star Wars thing, what the hell is that?

I mean I read about it, and I am thinking to myself "this is something out of a bad science fiction novel." I don't understand why we want to make our country incur more debt, to build some super technological set of satelites to protect ourselves. We should sedate those uppity foreigners first. Okay so that was a dumb joke, but honestly, why can't we work on being better diplomats to foreign countries instead of breaking treaties set up with Russia and building technology that has a 3 to 5 ratio for sucess. I think that any time we use the threat of physical violence to bend someone to our ways, we are acting like lowly animals. But then again, if we've already started that, why should we stop here?

2001-07-23T18:32:00.000-07:00

So maybe I shouldn't be saying this, but I am so glad for my vacation. I am running away to Riverside, and I am not looking back for another four days. I am sick of people begging for me to let them help me, my mother begging for me to go home, my doctors begging me to stop smoking, my bosses nagging me to smile more. I am so sick of worrying about money, wondering why it dominates life. I am tired of sitting on my ass waiting to learn something in school, waiting to learn something from the same old friends to say something enlightening, going home to the same damn problems with the same person. I just need a break, a drink, and maybe a little friendship-not diluted by anything else.

Tang

2001-07-23T15:14:00.000-07:00

Here's the first vote:

From: omitted
To:
Subject: Weird friend email
Date: Mon, 23 Jul 2001 13:28:58 -0700

I say give em the url.

One for the URL.

2001-07-23T13:07:00.000-07:00

So one more thing....

I just got the oddest e-mail!! It's from someone who uses AOL. I don't think I know anyone who uses AOL. Here it is.....

> _MeMoRiEs WeRe MaDe FoR a ReAsOn_
> _*ThiNk AbOuT WhAt MaDe TheM*_
> _AnD DoNt LeT ThAt ReAsOn Go_
>
>
> You might be best friends one year,
>

> pretty good friends the next year,
>
>
> don't talk that often the next year,
>
>
> and don't want to talk at all the year after that.
>
> So, I just wanted to say,
>
>
> even if I never talk to you again in my life,
>
>
> you are special to me and you have made a difference in my life,
>
>
> I look up to you, respect you, and truly cherish you.
>
>
> Send this to all your friends,
>
>
> no matter how often you talk,
>
>
> or how close you are,
>
>
> and send it to the person who sent it to you.
>
>
> Let old friends know you haven't forgotten them,
>
>
>and tell new friends you never will
>
>
> Remember, everyone needs a friend,
>
>
> someday you might feel like you have NO FRIENDS at all,
>
> just remember this e-mail
>
> *~I Love all you guys so much~*

Who is this? Why am I feeling sentimental value towards someone who I don't even know anymore, or at least their e mail.

And what's more, when I hit "reply" to ask " who are you" it said

Tang

Remember: I can always kick yo' booty. HA!!

I mean, this was in my PERSONAL e-mail...So here it is, the challenge. For everyone who reads this, devoted following of five, I want you to e-mail me and let me know what I should do. It'll be a democratic system. You e-mail me with the option you like best, I will post those e-mails, and we will see what happens from there.

SHOULD I

1. Send him or her an e-mail asking who they are and how they knew me?

2. Send them this URL?

3. Send this e-mail to all of my old friends and see if I get a response from the same address?

4. Or you can come up with your own option, and if I like it, I will post it and go forward from there. I will keep you all updated on this.

E-MAIL ME @ aerebella@yahoo.com

Love Tang

2001-07-23T12:31:00.000-07:00

So I cannot hide how amazingly excited I am this week. The build up is killing me!!!!

My best friend is coming home from Germany. Not only that, he will be home in about ten days! When I go to his website, I get all sad and sentimental. I haven't seen him in almost ten months or so...maybe nine. This is making me want to go off the wall crazy.

So more wierd shit, I had an interesting time at work last week. I have this co-worker who knows like everything. There was this one time where I got really upset at work and went outside to vent, and was crying, and he knew before anyone did. I hadn't even seen him that day yet, and he knew. I was flabbergasted. Every time I see him at work, we have a cigarette, and he tells me everything that's happened, and all I can say is "when the hell did that happen." I mean, he can tell me about my department, and what happens there better than I could.

I think I am just going to call him "Deep Throat."

Well the talks with Deep Throat are disturbing. He makes me realize that in this world, it is all about who you know.

Now I am off that tangent. I want to RANT about my friend, we will just call her Leather. Well, Leather blew me off last night, and what for? A MAN!!! I am starting to formulate a theory that single women after the age of twenty-one are just about as desperate as men. Here's how the theory works:

1. From ages 13-18 these chronically single women(CSW) believe that they just haven't been in the right places to meet men. So they wait until they are 18 and old enough to enter one of those 18+ night clubs.

Now this is where most well adjusted women can meet an older drunk and have(not matter how bad) a relationship

2. From ages 18-20 the CSW tries desperately to meet someone, someone who doesn't pick up and leave at four the next morning, with the remnants of last night's booze. After this frequently fails along with a few long distance relationships and internet affairs, the CSW realizes that she cannot acomplish her goals unless she and the rest of the crowd are sufficiently drunk. So she eagerly awaits that 21st birthday.

3. From ages 21-30 the CSW tries these clubs frequently, and having no luck, begins to throw herself at men. A large closet full of Rayon shirts and heeled shoes can only promote this stage. She will tell her friends that she just can't find the right guy, but we know that when opprotunity knocks, she will push away Mr. Nice and settle for Mr. Cool and Gone Tommorow.

4. Ages 30+ who knows what will happen to the CSW? I don't know. Maybe she will become co-author of CATHY, maybe not. Maybe she will become a White House Intern, maybe not. All I know is that a CSW will blow you off anytime a dumb stick turns her way.

This is the unfortunate existance of Leather.

Leather, if you ever read this, remember who your friends are. They'll stay longer than 4:00am.

2001-07-18T11:57:00.000-07:00

Hello to the devoted following of four!!!

Watching eighties movies this weekend, and political science papers this week have dominated my time, unfortunately, but on this day I would like to talk to you about my trip to the beauty salon.

So I went to this beauty salon on K street in down town Sacto, it was called Victoria's beauty and nail salon. I went to get the ole brows waxed and to get the nails done(family wedding coming up).

In the salon, I laid myself down on a cushioned table and waited for the pain. Basically, I waited patiently for hundreds of out of place hairs on my brows to be ripped mercilessly from my forhead area. As I was laying there, I listened to all the women who spoke a completely different language than I understood chat about who knows what. As I stood up; my eyebrows looking fantastic, despite swelling, and bumps, I wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes.

Then it went to the nails. Grind off all semblence of what is naturally considered fingernails, and use superglue to place plastic tips on. Grind and buff those to almost nothing, and then apply the equivalent of liquid plastic to the top. Grind and buff some more(my cuticles were bleeding at this point) and choose a pretty polish to top it all off. The application of a gothic crimsom color with pretty gold flecks, a tour of the drying machine, and thirty dollars later, and I look like a million bucks.

Now it is off to the mall. Try on shoes, all terribly over-priced and uncomfortable(with those cute little heels) and I don't find one thing that even looks like it could be considerably comfortable. This is all for the girl who rarely shaves her legs. I mean, I don't think that I could wear these shoes for more than a half an hour without breaking into tears and tearing them off my feet.

So what's the solution? Mrs. Fields. Two large cookies and an icee later; sitting with a GF I ran into in the mall, and consuming mass quantities of cigarettes, I begin to feel better. This doesn't even account for my ass either.

So today as I pull out the mascara and curling iron for work, I feel better. Why do I mention all of this? It is not to talk about vanity, or even to attempt to interest anyone with my looks. It is simply to say, "Some days I wish I was a man!"

So I am off now, to cuddle with the BF and his adorable belly(that I don't mind) and relax a little before work.

Tang

P.S. My next post is going to be about politics, I guess you should all hang around to hear the rantings of a "socialist bitch."

2001-07-15T18:31:00.000-07:00

One more thing, I would like to say thanks to Scott Reed. I don't know if he can or will ever read this, but he has a truly miraculous perception on life. This is to you.

Tang

2001-07-15T18:29:00.000-07:00

So, my last post was just a trial post, I wanted to see if I could actually get the post to go through. It worked obviously.

DEVOTED FOLLOWING OF THREE: Clap with me!! We've got some archieves!!!!

So today coming home from I saw the creepiest thing. There was a man standing in the middle of an on-ramp to a MAJOR freeway, just standing in the middle. So, being the good sumaritan that I am I tell the BF to pull over. This man was just standing there, from what we thought, until we found out that he was severly crippled. The BF was out in the middle of the on-ramp walking this guy out to the other side. We called the police afterward. It seemed to us that he was there dileberately. We then drove back to the site, and he had disappeared.

Now here is my theory. We have these chances in life, to prove that we are really truly good people. Maybe it's when you listen to someone, or just say you understand. But, no matter, we have these options, to be good, or bad. I think that I was in the midst of one of them today. I don't know why I would, but I could have drove away. Some people were honking at us, and trying to get as close as they could to the guy and still drive by. I don't know what the point of this experience was, but it was something as bizarre as beautiful. It was like a section of life, without the confusion, without the problems, with one solid goal. One thought. Maybe, that's what our goal is on Earth. To experience life, without the murkiness.

Maybe I am going too far to the left for some. If I have I am sorry. Tomorrow will once again be as amusing as I can be, but maybe somewhere out there, someone was thinking the same as I was.

Hope truly does spring eternal.

Love Ya
Tang

2001-07-15T18:05:00.000-07:00

So I am totally disappointed. I put up this totally cool comentary, and where is it? I don't know....do you?

2001-07-10T21:18:00.000-07:00

So tonight I want to talk(briefly) about how stupid men and women are. I mean really. Who established the whole "call too much rule?" And when did it become suddenly so cool for men and women to be dishonest with those they are supposed to be dating?

The reason why I mention this is that I have this friend who is in one of these dumb dating typed situations. Basically she asked my boyfriend to do a favor. The guy she is "dating" is an old high school buddy of ours. We're going to San Francisco tonight, and against my BF's advisory, I asked if she wanted to go along.

She says
Her request was to call him up, and let him know that we were going, and to see if he wanted to go. They had plans to hang out that night. She had tried to call him earlier that evening, and ended up leaving a message.

He says(to the BF over the phone)
Hanging out tonight was very tenative. I just got home, and I have been training tonight for my soccer league(at college). I didn't really think she was planning on seeing me...

She says
He was supposed to see Scary Movie Two with me last night, and I called him from my friend's cell phone to ensure that the plans still held and he told me he went to see the movie with his cousins. HE DID SAY WE WOULD BE HANGING OUT TONIGHT!!!

I say
When was the last time he called you unprovoked?

She says
Last Friday or something.

I think
If you can't remember when he called last, that's a bad sign.

I don't know what to think about this. WHY CAN'T WE ALL JUST GET ALONG? And another thing. You men use that cyrptic language that no woman understands. I know because my boyfriend still tries to do it. This is the most frustrating thing about men. If men would just stop and say "Hey, I don't really want to see you again" sure it would be quick and painful but the ideal word is QUICK.

2001-07-09T21:37:00.000-07:00

So I love this whole archive thing. I started this whole bit a little over twenty four hours ago, and yet I have an archives link. Shew. Hopefully someone will let me know that they are in fact reading this, and I can get a archive going, because I know that someone wants more.

But I think I have better things to do than this, like studying. I got about fourteen pages further, which still leaves me with about fourty five more. Damn. No more summer school after this.

So I wanted to talk about this family wedding thing I am going to in about twenty days. I am pretty scared. I have never met these people who I call family, I don't know if this will be another emotionally scarring event, or maybe the greatest discovery yet in my life. I mean, this is my Dad's side of the family, and I have never met them. My mom's side of the family we aren't exactly close with. Too many arguments about what to do with the inheritance of about five acres in a very well established area of my home town.

Tonight my boyfriend told me that there would be no discussions of the personal side of our relationship here. As I write this he says "HEY" as though I am getting too close to comfort. I don't understand men. I openly express this. My boyfriend isn't one of "them." He is a rare exception to the rule. We'll just call him Rooks. So Rooks is a lot like me. That's why I like him. Other men and I don't really mix. In fact, I mix really well with little to no one. But it doesn't worry me.

So, if you're anti-social, posses unusual inteligence, or are just maybe even a little crazy, don't worry. I promise that there is a special place in this world for you. And when I find mine, I'll be sure to e-mail you the addy.

Love
Tang Grrl

2001-07-09T16:29:00.000-07:00

Please Be Careful With Me, I am Sensitive and I'd Like to Stay That Way

2001-07-09T10:45:00.000-07:00

Okay, so maybe last night I was going off on a mental tangent. And maybe this is really bad, because I am not at class at all right now. It's okay, my ears hurt, and I think I need to see a doctor. Actually this has been going on, hurting for quite some time. Really. Honestly.

So I picked up a copy of the current Rolling Stone yesterday, and NO I did not buy it, my roomate reads it. Angelina Jolie was featured, expressing her love for Billy Bob Thorton and his blood. She actually had a medical professional come to their home and draw their blood so they could give it to each other on their first anniversary. To this I say, well, my boyfriend and I have our one year celebration coming up, why don't I give him some blood. But I don't like needles, so why don't I give him someone else's blood. Maybe a whore wouldn't mind making the donation for a ten.

So it's not like I hate my boyfriend, not even slightly. Anything past this, and it becomes way too personal.

SO for anyone who reads this(I now how a devoted cult following of one) I really want to know, HOW DOES PORN GET INTO MY HOTMAIL ACCOUNT???? I mean, obviously I don't use Hotmail anymore, I just check to see if some friend of mine doesn't know where else to reach me. And then, I scroll down, just a touch, and find at least twenty porn ads that have gathered in lets say two days. It gets even worse. The email I consider to be my business account(where I seriously write to peeps, where I send people who need to get in touch) is NOT a web-based email account. So what this means is that if I am at school and I want to write an email to the honey, I have to open the Hotmail account where tons of fellow students can see what a freak I am. I mean, you've got this bold writting saying "WE'VE GOT ANAL SEX HERE!!!!"

Okay everyone, you can lean away from the computer so your mom or girlfriend won't see that. I promise we won't be featuring anything like that at this site.

So I am going to end this one here. Chances are you will see me again today, so BYES!!

2001-07-08T22:25:00.000-07:00

So I am still here, doing this. I just wanted to post a few things I saw in a chat room that I thought were funny. Here are my interpretations.

#6: Legally Blonde(#655.769.546.401)
and luna, i look like reese witherspoone

Tang Grrl says: hmmm. does reese witherspoone weigh two ten? does resse witherspoone know where the shift key is?

The response
#6: Legally Blonde(#655.769.546.401)
and luna, i look like reese witherspoone

Yah right.

And I look like The Rock.

Tang grrl says: Is that something to brag about?

Or how about this sense of humor?

#30: Tumbler Chick(#441.678.280.754)
#44: Gay in NM(#859.771.538.912)
oh shut up

Oh sthop it sthilly!

Tang Grrl says: What kind of humor is that? I just don't understand....*sad sigh*

#1: Suçk My Çoçk!(#815.380.668.270)

Private Messages

#13: Ambyrlee(#815.674.628.581)
hi there, wanna chat?

Ladies, PLEASE!

A man can only JACK HIMSELF OFF so many times per night!

Tang Grrl says: You have gotta love a man with honesty.

#33: *~FLAME~*(#1804945 )
#1: Suçk My Çoçk!(#815.380.668.270)

Private Messages

#13: Ambyrlee(#815.674.628.581)
hi there, wanna chat?

Ladies, PLEASE!

A man can only JACK HIMSELF OFF so many times per night!

*sighs* slumps away from the line at your pm

Tang Grrl says: Did this work? Was she going to tell him off, or did she give in?

#1: Suçk My Çoçk!(#815.380.668.270)

#15: Celtic Girl(#385.314.841.771)
#1: Suçk My Çoçk!(#815.380.668.270)

Private Messages

#13: Ambyrlee(#815.674.628.581)
hi there, wanna chat?

Ladies, PLEASE!

A man can only JACK HIMSELF OFF so many times per night!

How many times, exactly?

Five is my limit. And I haven't done THAT since I got married...

Tang Grrl says: Okay, this is killing me....

Excerpts from www.chathouse.com @ the Halloween Party

So, I am brave, I think I will engage in conversation with Mr. Cock.

TG: Private Messages
Hey there. What's up?

SMC: Public Messages
#1: Suçk My Çoçk!(#815.380.668.270)

Private Messages

#27: Tang Grrl(#569.577.831.610)
Hey there. What's up?

My cock. Suck me off.

TG: Private Messages

Public Messages
#1: Suçk My Çoçk!(#815.380.668.270)

Private Messages

#27: Tang Grrl(#569.577.831.610)
Well, actually, I wanted to talk to you privately.

Yes yes, fine. First: Show me your nude pics. Then we can discuss it.
Well, actually, I wanted to talk to you privately.

TG: Private Messages

Well, actually, I don't have any...

then I get:

Private Messages
#44: 6feetunder(#425.686.304.385)
want to cyber

Public Messages
#1: Suçk My Çoçk!(#815.380.668.270)

Private Messages

#27: Tang Grrl(#569.577.831.610)
Well, actually, I don't have any...

Then....you have nothing I want.

TG: Private Messages

Well, I guess I got what I wanted from you!!!

Private Messages
#44: 6feetunder(#425.686.304.385)
hello Public Messages
#1: Suçk My Çoçk!(#815.380.668.270)

Private Messages

#27: Tang Grrl(#569.577.831.610)
Well I guess I got what I wanted from you!!!

*yawn*

What

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Well I just wanted to let you know you and your ignorance have become the premier feature on my website!!!!!#1: Suçk My Çoçk!(#815.380.668.270)

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#27: Tang Grrl(#569.577.831.610)
Well you and your ignorance have become the premier feature on my website.

Really??

Whats the address???

......click

2001-07-08T21:55:00.000-07:00

So...I am still not studying, I guess it's okay, I have a freebie retake. So here are some issues I want to front on my new website

1. Cybersex and how you CAN get diseases from it

2. Why Bjork is a goddess, and why my Boyfriend is a retard for not liking her

3. Why you should never work for a corporation

4. Why Jr. College is a joke
-------I just said I get a freebie test retake, what more do I need to say?

So I am totally interested in feedback, as long as it starts with "What kind of psycho are you..." and possibly "Teddy Grahams are for children" because I love to argue!!!

So, just e mail me, and if I don't like what you have to say, or you in general, you may just get a response. My email is aerebella@yahoo.com

One more thing: No emails about what your daddy did to you when you were little that screwed you up so you can relate...I don't want any sob stories to smear the mascara(as though I wear make-up, BAH).

Love you always devoted cult of zero
Tang Grrl
(Don't ask why Tang? If you have to ask, you just don't get it!!)

2001-07-08T21:00:00.000-07:00

This is my first post...this is my first website. I guess the best place to start is to tell you my name. It's Margot. I am age 19, I live in Sacramento CA, my vices include fetishes for black clothing, smoking, and an unholy addiction to Teddy Grahams. More specifically the cinnamon sort.

WARNING:If you expect me to expose my nude body, or use a webcam this site is not for you.

I guess the reason why I have created this site is to publish my weird variety of existence. I don't know why, I have never known why, but strange shit seems to happen to me on a fairly usual basis. I can share. I won't use names.

So I guess I will start with yesterday, and go forward.

So my best girlfriend from high school is admittedly loose. She moved from a small town @ the tender age of eighteen to Reno. She was also married at the time. She is now separated, and living alone. She works in a casino...this I guess is to be expected, I mean, it's Reno for godsakes.

So yesterday on the phone she was telling me about her new beau. He's a MAGICIAN. In some circles, I guess you could call it a Magickian(oh no, first post, and I have already made a Pagan reference). She's currently almost nineteen, he's forty-something, and he doesn't really have a known name. His nickname is "Doc." She assures me that it isn't too bad, that he looks only to be about thirty. He's married, she's not legally separated, and they're planning a hook up. Now, she reminded me, it was only sex, not anything more.

For anyone who has been cheated on, or worse, married to an adulterer, I guess you can see the problem. She likes him because he pays for stuff. Don't draw any parallels.

So why do I have a problem with this? I guess I wouldn't call myself a religious being. I don't think that I am. BUT what I can say for myself is that I do have some morals. I mean, there are some places you just don't want a rabbit pulled from. Or maybe it's that you can't leave the hat on. Hmm. I hope that wasn't another unsuccessful attempt at humor.

For those of you who don't like the site so far, just hang for a bit. I promise it will get somewhat better. Maybe tommorow will hold something better. I can almost guarantee it.

So I say good bye for now, I have to use some of my time to study. I do need to get a good grade on my test tommorow. Byes.