I saw my ex last night. I have not written much about my ex, because, though I no longer feel seething, uncontrollable rage at him, I do not seem to be able to write about him with out sounding like a bitter queen. I have actually written a lot about him, but you'll never see any of that HERE... SO I'm oin Austin last night, enjoying my night, minding my own business, when I look up, and lo and behold... there's Bob. Shit. Up until last night, I didn't know where he was. I lost track of him around mid-1999, and while that bothered me somewhat, it helped to relagate him fully to my past. I have better things to dwell on than this... man and what he did to me. But it's really hard when I see him at a coffeehouse. Drunk. With this bitch he used to hang out with that I HATE. Let's just say at this point that I do NOT regret my decision to leave his ass in 1995, and while I wish him no harm, that's about as nice as I'm going to be. Turns out, no matter how bitter I can be writing about this, I couldn't sound any more bitter than he apparently IS. He really doesn't understand that the way he treated me was unacceptable. Since we split, I've began dating and made new, healthier friends. I've evaluated my life and made changes. In short, I've moved on. Since we split up (and we're talking about SIX YEARS AGO, people!) Bob has (according to his bitchy friend) not dated but twice, and talks about me everyday, and how I screwed up his life. First of all, why have his friends stuck around? Oh yea, misery loves company. Second of all, Bob and I have not had daily contact for six years. If he's still miserable, then I don't have anything to do with it anymore. He needs to move on. I REFUSE to feel bad, or to blame, for his bitterness. It's actually one of the reasons I left him... all of his problems are because he grew up poor, or because his stepfather was a jerk, or because his boss was a bitch... it was never about HIM. SO, last night, when he made a scene in front of my friends, I didn't get angry (yes I did, but I've thought it over). I feel kinda sorry for him. He looks older now. If you think of what your face looks like when you eat something bitter, that's what he looks like. Such a shame, because he used to be a very handsome man.

Welcome. I'll freely admit that I have neglected this site recently. I'm just a bad blogger... ACTUALLY, I've been keeping a blog at another site, and have not missed a day since I began, over three months ago! Impressed? (I am.) ANYWAY, I've decided to not shirk my blogspot duties any longer. I have restyled the page somewhat, and taken away the Dreambook (nobody ever signed it) and added a "comment" feature that is a lot like a dreambook, but will allow you to comment on individual posts, which is what I wanted originally... Please comment freely, as I enjoy knowing how my writing affects other people. In the (hopefully) not-too-distant future, I'm going to bring the blogspot and the other stuff together under a single URL, and that'll be a really cool thing. I'm "rehearsing" that now, and we'll see if I can get the content and everything put together nicely. I'm going to have a few recurring series of columns, and it should be lots of fun. I can tell you this... the site will be beautiful... I'm going to steal some of the best code imaginable... Well, that's all for now. I hope that you will check in with me often.

Gosh. Mom and Dad and I went to a great brunch at Gruene Hall, and had an EXCELLENT time. This brunch was just a part of their Texas Wine and Music Festival held this weekend. There was a little wine tasting going on, and Grady Spears, the head chef and owner of Reatta in Fort Worth, was the guest chef. He made Shiner Bock-battered fried oysters. YUM! There was a great band there called Hot Club of Cowtown that was just PERFECT brunch music given the setting. All and all, the whole time was great. I got to spend time with my parents, and that's always good. It's ironic really. During our brunch, we were talking about how things, while not getting back to normal, were at least seeming to feel BETTER. Folks were beginning to get out more and such... After we ate, we were contemplating walking around Greune and looking at the antique shops and such, but we were literally too full to enjoy the walk, so we decided to go on a good ol' fashioned Sunday Drive. We thought we'd drive through the park, listen to music, and just enjoy ourselves for a bit. The song on the radio was "Shotgun Willie" sung by Willie Nelson. We were commenting on what a beautiful day it was, and when the song ended, we were continuing our conversation. We ALL stopped short when we heard "and in case you haven't heard by now, we are currently bombing Afganistan." WOW. We knew it was coming, but we were so... at peace today. The sky was clear, the birds were singing, and somewhere, on the other side of the world, we were busy ruining the infrastructure of one of the poorest countrys in the world. We decided to go home and watch MSNBC instead of the drive. Some boob was driving around, honking his horn and waving a flag. I'm just glad he wasn't shooting a machine gun in the air. My town has few rednecks, but they really come out in full force sometimes. I didn't personally feel like celebrating when I know that people, some of them innocent, are losing their lives. Don't get me wrong. I don't think what we are doing is inappropriate. I belive that the campaign of terror that bin Laden and his ilk have waged on civilization must be stopped, and I'm somewhat sure that this might be the best way to stop it. I'm just sorry that the world is in this state. I'm sorry that our children have to live through this. I'm sorry that I have to live through it, but we all do, and (God willing) we will end up with a better world in the end. Right now, that is the best-case scenario. I don't know what the worst case is, nor do I care to speculate. It's just too scary. So I've decided to live my life, and trust my government. It's the least we can do. I am happy to see the rest of the western world align with us, and hope that we can keep our alliances, even when we no longer have a common enemy. This will be the true victory, no matter what happens in Afganistan. God bless America, and the rest of the world. We need it right now, maybe more tha we have in ages.