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| High-Octane Bitching |
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A monthly rant on Life as we know it: Think of it as spiritual caffeine. Please, don't forget to tip your waitress. |
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Permanent Archive
Seven years of my best rants, long and lovingly ignored and waiting for your discovery. |
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THIS MONTH'S JOE A R C H I V E S |
No, it wasn't the blog what did me in; it was a woman.
The woman was opinionated, intelligent, but worst of all, she was restless. And she let me know it on a daily basis. I took to drinking, tried a few drugs, nothing would appease her wanderlust or allow me a moment's peace. I wrote her poems, tried a few short stories, even joined a couple online writer's projects, which she loved for a while, but ultimately grew bored with, because they weren't as passionate and honest and serious as she believed herself to be. So I have left off from those pursuits, and now she demands one final loose end be tied up with a neat bow - my JavaScopes. You see, gentle reader, I'm tired of bitching in short bursts. This woman who is pushing me so hard is the one I was born to be, she wants me to write a book. Not just some piece of fluff fiction, but the real business of the soul that keeps us both up at night. These bitch-fests for dear ol' Holo have been good for me, but you and I both know they've been sporadic at best for a while now, and I just don't have the energy to keep up the charade. For those of you finding this site for the first time, please, enjoy the archives. There are some hidden gems among the burnt rubble (one of my favorites will always be the one on the Fat Tax; and who could ever forget Britney in Bondage?). Thanks for all the ideas and commentary over the years from the Holopeeps, long may our message board reign. Your Loving Monarch, Queen Valvolene Dijon |