April 27th, 2002, 5:19 PM by Goddess

I am such a dipshit. I deleted two of my AOL accounts (because AOL sucks ass), and I lost my favorite webpage, “Metaphoria.” I am such an asshole! I also lost Maddie’s webpage. Lovely. Absolutely lovely.

In better news, I secured the domain www.caterwauling.com, and I signed up for web hosting from Qwik.net. Now, I will hail to the Geek Goddess, Lab Rat, for further instruction! And I will be able to get rid of AOL for good! Take that, fuckers!!!

Just bought a beautiful silver jewelry armoire online. I used to work in a jewelry store (and robbed it blind, as well!), so I have more jewelry than China has rice. Can’t pass up a pretty piece of sterling silver, either (no gold here, baby! silver is cheap, pretty and plentiful!), so I will finally have a home for all the rings, toe rings, bracelets, anklets, necklaces, earrings and whatever the fuck else I have picked up over the years. Would you believe that I bought earrings BEFORE I had three holes drilled into my ears? At any rate, let’s hope the credit card doesn’t explode because of this new purchase … I think I put it over the limit this time. THIS is why I can’t take a lower-paying job … my daily bouts of retail therapy are spiraling out of control! Maybe if I had a man to keep me busy, I wouldn’t be practicing plastic calisthenics online!!!

Off to shower to meet my pals at Remo’s. Woo hoo! Best place in Pittsburgh!!! It’s cheap, fast and easy … much like the author of this page!



April 27th, 2002, 10:19 AM by Goddess

this one’s for you, YKW. …

“are you breathing

what I’m breathing

are your wishes the same as mine

are you needing

what i’m needing

i’m waiting for a sign

my hands tremble

my heart aches

is it you calling

is it you calling

if i’m alone in this

i don’t think i can face

the consequences of falling

are you thinking

what i’m thinking

does your pulse quicken like mine

are you dreaming

what i’m dreaming

i can’t read your mind

one step toward you

two steps back

feels like i’m crawling

feels like i’m crawling

if i’m alone in this

I don’t think i can face

the consequences of falling

my hands tremble

my heart aches

is it you calling

is it you calling

if i’m alone in this

i dont’ think i can face

the consequences of falling”

— k.d. lang, “The Consequences of Falling” —