Aimee -- Lovin' in cyber space...

Internet love, ain't it grand? (And nobody panic. I'm not in love with someone I met online -- in intense like and unquestionable want, I won't deny. But I'm not here trying to confess my undying love so there's no need for panic.)

Personally, I wouldn't know because it's never happened to me, but grand or not, it's certainly lovely to watch it unfold.

By chance (as most things are) one found the other (he found her blog first, I believe) and from the beginning you could sense something almost tangible between them simply through the comments they left for one another. And then because their feelings gave them no other choice, they met and fell in love.

Sigh.

You know, my relationship with Drew has left me somewhat jaded and typically, I'd be unaffected by two people, from two different worlds, leading two different lives, meeting, falling in love and being naive enough to think it's going to work. But for some reason (it probably has something to do with the hopeless romantic who hides behind the jaded cynic inside me), I think what they've found with each other is beautiful and I sincerely hope they make it work.

But (come on now, there's always a but) while I think it's beautiful, I'll admit that I'm envious of what they've found. No one has ever loved me the way that he appears to love her (and she him) and I'm not thinking that anyone ever will. That kind of sucks.

Anyway, moving on...

I am so fucking pissed off at Christie right now! I'm not going to get into it other than to say that there are a lot of acceptable reasons to have sex with someone BUT revenge is NOT one of them. Nope. Never. It's a reprehensible thing to do.

Oh and a word of advice for the male population... any sentence containing the phrase "because you're my bitch" isn't a good idea because it's bound to not go over well. At all. And furthermore, any person who insinuates that a piece of fucking paper gives them the right to control someone is out of their mind. As my most wonderfulest friend Ang said when I commented that paper could be shredded, "shredded, burned, water damaged..." I like the way she thinks!

And while I'm on the subject of "not-so-smooth-moves" ... if you know for a fact that your woman absolutely detests bra shopping but she had to go do it anyway, when she comes home and shows it to you it's not wise to say, "What? It's just a big fancy grandma bra." That is unless, of course, you never again want to get your hands on what's underneath that "big fancy grandma bra".

FYI... Blogger was being cranky today and since I use bellsouth at work I can't even blame it on AOL. That's a pisser, I love to trash AOL as often as humanly possible. Ah well... such is life.

Oh well, that's all folks, I've done bitched enough for one day.

Hope you all have a lovely...