Update
Don't ya hate it when people don't update their blogs?
OK, OK, I know what you're thinking. And while it might appear that I haven't updated my blog, well...I have, in fact, updated my blog.
It's just that I can't publish my updates. They're too vile for print, even on the internet. Some poor, unsuspecting child could stumble across my update and wonder about the meaning of all my expletives. Why the expletives, you ask? Because I am sick of this, and I am angry. I thought the trial would be over by now, and it is not. Furthermore, I don't even have a new trial date. And even if I did, I would have no faith in the date.
So that's the clean version.
Other than the fact that sometimes I get pretty disgusted with the defendant in this trial, the one who caused all this heartache because he couldn't control himself. But then, a little part of me wonders if it's really as simple as that. Because I do believe in mental illness, and I do believe that it is a serious and sad disease. And maybe control over one's actions isn't always possible.
Damn. I need to quit thinking about this. Time to put it out of my mind again...la, la, la, la, la. Time to think about Christmas, and my little David's birthday. It's time for me to live, and enjoy my life, and thank God for all that I have been given.
OK, OK, I know what you're thinking. And while it might appear that I haven't updated my blog, well...I have, in fact, updated my blog.
It's just that I can't publish my updates. They're too vile for print, even on the internet. Some poor, unsuspecting child could stumble across my update and wonder about the meaning of all my expletives. Why the expletives, you ask? Because I am sick of this, and I am angry. I thought the trial would be over by now, and it is not. Furthermore, I don't even have a new trial date. And even if I did, I would have no faith in the date.
So that's the clean version.
Other than the fact that sometimes I get pretty disgusted with the defendant in this trial, the one who caused all this heartache because he couldn't control himself. But then, a little part of me wonders if it's really as simple as that. Because I do believe in mental illness, and I do believe that it is a serious and sad disease. And maybe control over one's actions isn't always possible.
Damn. I need to quit thinking about this. Time to put it out of my mind again...la, la, la, la, la. Time to think about Christmas, and my little David's birthday. It's time for me to live, and enjoy my life, and thank God for all that I have been given.
posted by Juanita at
7:40 AM
4 Comments:
It isn't just the cuss words, it's the fact that they are constructed in a specific way and used to describe a certain person.
Cuss over at my place - Satan gets a kick out of it - hell just stop by his and blame him for it all - I will loan you a bat to beat the crap out of him!
Juanita,
Baron told me about your blog and I'm glad I came. I have read through it. I am speechless, but I too have endured trauma of a different kind. I'm so sorry you are suffering--that is no line--I see myself in your pain and know that it is so hard. Would you be okay if I linked you to my blog?
Hey - what you up to cleaning Lauritas?! Miss ya!
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