May 17th, 2006

running, bomb tech

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http://sailorjim.net/wordpress/?p=256 -- Sailor Jim, on the scene for stolen-car hijinks!

It's still funny. My ex, the crazy-Christian one, the one with the bad church, wound up believing that I had been stolen from him by the coven I got entangled with. And I suppose that could be construed to be the truth, if you were in bizarro-world on crack or something.

It was trust. I didn't trust my ex, and for good reason. I learned to trust Darkside. I learned to trust Sis. I realized that a primary relationship that cannot be trusted means run, and run fast.

So I ran.

I'm glad to be alive.
running, bomb tech

links and such.

OK. PharmaMaster should be hunted down and spammed off the internet, and maybe off the globe.

http://users.tkk.fi/~vesanto/link.fun/gamers.html

Thoughts on the latest from the CDC from someone who works around the medical field a lot. Warning, journal is very pink. Sum-up from entry and comments: It is advice, not orders. It is aimed at the type of individual who is an end-user of her body and is unpleasantly surprised by simple ideas like "drinking a fifth of vodka daily would be bad for a developing fetus". If your medical care provider fails to see you as anything but a self-motivated reproductive system, bash them with the clue bat and/or find another medical care provider.

I didn't know her, or even know of her -- but the friendslist is mourning motogrrl. Rest in peace.