I don’t know if anyone on my f-list watches Speed Racer: TNG, but in the event there is I gotta ask:

Does it or does it not SCREAM Speed/Conner slash? 🙂

Yesterday I took a spill down half a flight of steps. Naturally, as there is only about a 1-1/2 by 2-1/2 foot space between the bottom step and the (locked) door, after kissing the door I got wedged inbetween pretty good, and had to wait until someone opened the door until I could move. Much fun! My entire body aches today! I expected the knees and the arms to hurt, but my entire back and bottom, too?

In other news Max and I have this week’s chapters of “The Tale of Indigo” popped into WordPress and ready to publish, starting tomorrow. I believe there is only one chapter to that story left: Max’s first attempt (and, to date, Max’s only completed attempt) at writing smut. That’ll be the first thing to go out next week. 😉 In the meantime, I have to pay a visit to my local library and track down my favorite Children’s librarian for help with some research. Marianne is quite knowledgeable in regards to the origins of nursery rhymes and which translations/adaptations of various fairy tales are the truest to the originals. A few fairy tales, some “Frog and Toad”, and Max and I should be ready to make mischief!

Just received a letter from my landlord. It included a letter from one of my neighbors. It appears that she has issues with both my garden and my putting clothes out to dry on warm days. She claims I’m being inconsiderate of my neighbors. A few facts:

1. I’ve been here 7 years longer than she has. In fact, aside from one other family (who arrived six months before we did), I’ve been in this complex longer than any other tenant.

2. I’ve been hanging my laundry outside for almost as long as I’ve been living here.

3. I’ve been gardening for at least five years.

4. She regularly runs into both Glenn and myself, has chatted with us, yet has never brought any of this up with us.

5. She parks her car in the same fire lane my garden is in. I know this because if her car’s exhaust doesn’t set off our carbon monoxide detector, the squealing of her brakes (which she rides) wakes us up in the early morning.

The bitch in me is saying she’s being hormonal and hypocritical. Which bitch should I strangle? 🙂

As I’ve been so stressed lately that my stomach kills, I’ve been trying to take my mind of the negative with a number of more relaxing activities.

Maxwell and I discovered the ability to post-date entries in WordPress and have been having fun arranging chapters for publishing next week. I figure spacing them out every other day will keep the site active yet still allow Max some time to create new content.

I have been contemplating the ethics involved with submitting a chapter or two to StumbleUpon, myself. I’ve heard of some bloggers doing it. In any case the site is prepared for a “Digg” (I even have “In case of an emergancy” code stashed away if needed) though I would think SU would have less of an immediate impact, by its very nature.

Back when IJ crashed, I finally learned about Twitter. It was whispered in my ear that creating an account for Maxwell Pink Tells Stories might be a good idea, even though neither of us had a clue what it could be used for. It is, after all, a fiction archive. Well, we figured it out this morning: behind the scenes stuff. Like non-content related site updates, battles with the Bishi Harem, and word counts of projects. So Max now has a Twitter Badge hardcoded into the site’s sidebar. Yay!

In other news, I went to the teen’s IEP meeting yesterday. He is teetering between needing and not, in regards to special education. The deciding factor was that if he took his meds he could function normally, but since he won’t he needs the support. It’s a bit depressing when you learn the king of “Cs” and “Fs” is really capable of at least “B” work. *sigh*

Tomorrow is the annual Mail Carrier’s Food Drive. As usual I will be voluntering my time weeding out the expired food that some folks think is A-okay to donate. After a couple of hours there I’ll be off to visit an old friend who just moved into a new home. I hear it’s huge!

*sniffs air* I better get into the kitchen and rescue the pizzas from the oven. The teen has his friends over and I’m sure he’s forgetten all about them.

First of all, I’m still alive. Yay me! (/sarcasm)

Glenn is still going on about this stupidity. We had a few quiet days where he would bring it up and I would ignore him. He’s now checking in on me every few minutes to tell me he loves me and to make sure I’m “alright”. Yeah, sure. I’ve got a constantly pounding head and lungs that are probably black from chain-smoking kreteks (did I mention I started smoking again?).

I am getting information about filing for divorce. Since some of this is coming via the library and I know EVERYONE at the library, I’m sure my plans will become the hot topic of discussion amongst the Townies. I’m still unemployed and will probably be homeless soon. I have absolutely no idea what I’m going to do. I had a plan but obviously fate stomped all over that. One thing I DO know I will be doing, regardless of where I end up, is I will be getting a NO CONTACT restraining order placed on his ass. I absolutely refuse to let him try to get back into my life once he’s out.

I want to thank everyone who replied, as well as everyone who wanted to reply but didn’t know what to say. I bawled my eyes out reading each response. I feel like a drama queen looking for attention whenever I make posts like these but, really, my journals are the only place I can vent.

Again, thanks!