Right. New blog, new website, lots of new toys that I haven’t the first clue how to use. Isn’t that great? We’ll learn together, assuming anyone ever comes along to read this.

My, my, where to start. Let’s see. I started blogging at LiveJournal about six years ago. LJ started out great, and had lots of functionality, but quickly degenerated into a teen-aged angstfest. I’ve been less than amused with the way they do business for awhile, now, and since they were bought by SixApart, and started offering their ad-filled “sponsored” accounts, I’ve been thinking of moving on.

I tried Blogger, and they were pretty cool, but lacked a lot of options I was looking for. Particularly, I wanted a category option that worked like LJ’s tagging system (just like WordPress has).

Also, I was getting a bit tired of having to have fifty accounts for every damn thing I wanted to do. Want to post a picture? Log in at photobucket, upload the picture, yaddayaddayadda. Want to post something personal? Go to LJ with their “friends-only” option (which I will miss). Time for Punday Night? Log in at Blogger, where I was keeping that crap. Fed up, I decided to strike out on my own, and here we are. My very own shiny new website. Ooo, pretty.

By the way? My husband? We won’t tell him how much this costs, right? Just between you and me, it’s a bit pricier than I’d have liked, but you can’t do everything for free. If he asks, we’ll just tell him he can have his own subdomain. He’s been wanting one anyways. Right.

You realize I’ve spent all morning fiddling with WordPress. All. Morning. Jebus.

So, let’s get personal. Eventually, I’ll shift a bunch of my LJ crap over here, which is full of personal stuff about me, but that all needs editing, first. (Probably not much worth saving, either.) I’ve already got my Blogger posts here, all nice and neat, although the transfer blew the formatting all to hell. But none of that really tells you anything about me.

I’m going to be thirty in two months, and so far, this has ranked as the worst year ever. That even includes the few years I lived in grinding poverty and misery with my dipshit ex. This year has been nothing but drama and bullshit, and it looks to be continuing that way for at least the next couple of months.

Back in January, two friends of mine, Mary (short for Mary Poppins) and MrJames, decided to get divorced. They’d been married for seven years, almost as long as I’ve known them. We took in MrJames. So far, everyone has remained friendly, and the divorce has been amiable, if sad. The house was a bit crowded with the new roomie, but we’re managing.

About three weeks ago, my husband, Artavatar, decided to help a “friend” of his out. We’ll call the “friend” . . . oh, let’s see. We need a good, descriptive name here. “Cuntrag” is too harsh to keep using over and over . . . “Dumbass” doesn’t quite sum her up . . . we’ll call her Rhea, after Stephan King’s witch in the Dark Tower series. That’ll do.

Rhea is a dumb little girl whom my husband made friends with online. Long story short, abusive husband shipped her off to mother’s for a visit, and when she came back, by bus, he left her abandoned at the bus station, with no way to get the hundred or so remaining miles home, no money, no ID, no hopes, no help, etc, etc, etc. So, Art, eing the amazingly kind and chivalrous man that he is, slapped in his silver armor, polished it up, jumped on his white charger, and rode off to the rescue. He came back with not a princess, but an idiot, whining drama queen who’s prone to lying to get her way, and likes to play the victim. A lot.

I hate her. A lot.

She has a car and a job, and we’ve told her that she has to be out by August (my preferance would be “out by today”). In the meantime, she annoys me to fury. She’s lazy, inconsiderate, rude, just awful. And my husband is too nice to throw her out on her ass, which is what she deserves.

Yes, yes, I’m the bitch, I should throw her out, but you know how it is. Go against a man’s wishes, and they get all sulky and pissy, and then I have to deal with that, too. Bah.

So expect to hear a lot about that.

Meanwhile, Art and I both manage restaurants. We have two dogs, a big Lab/Rottweiler mix named Grimshaw, and a lunatic little rat terrier/Jack Russell mix named Jasmine. We have three cats, a matronly grey and white tiger striped named Laura, a smokey gray prowler named Walt, and a sinky black Halloween kitty named Cleo. We also have a stepson, Lil’ Art, who is here twice a week, and the roomies, MrJames and Rhea. It’s a very full house.

On Thursdays, we game, and by that, I mean we play pen-and-paper RPGs like D&D, and other games. Five or more days a week we bust our asses working in our restaurants. In the meantime, I bitch about politics, read, bitch about religion, play on the computer, and attempt to find time to hang out with my husband.

And drink coffee.

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