A Soul of Windows

So things are going pretty good. I'm almost at my goal weight and all without dieting. I'm about a size 10 pant size and that's down from a 15. I'm jazzed. One more month of working for my company and I can transfer anywhere I want. Dave is coming out for Samhain which is rockin, and he's going home the 2nd not the 1st. I have some fun new sexual exploits to add to my list which makes me smile. The DVD comes out November 9th. I have lots of friends and people who want me around. I'm growing spiritually more on my own then I ever did in a group. I have a fantastic boyfriend who loves me and would do anything for me, and I would do anything for him. Shyness and insecurities are a thing of the past. I have a great job which affords me the opportunities to write, do voice acting and get a full 8 hours of sleep at least every day and I don't have to deal with the public at large. My skin's clearing up and hardly any of my clothes fit, forcing me to update a very overused wardrobe. I have a roof over my head and food in my stomach, a car that runs, my responsibilities consist of paying bills on time, feeding the birds, work, and turning my paperwork in.
I don't feel like the same person I was a year ago. My Samhain wish last year was to get healthy and I feel that was accomplished. I know what I want for the upcoming year and I'm excited. This will be the first year I've been with someone and celebrated Samhain (previous years that I've dated someone I never celebrated the holiday). I'm planing out a ritual for me to do when Dave's here and this will be the first ritual I'll be doing all on my own. I know Dave'll just like to watch, which is cool. This is the first year where I haven't wanted a drastic change. I feel so happy and complete and life in general is good.

Okay, so this has been a while in coming. Yes, I went to New York. Yes, I'm back and have been back. Thing is, most people wouldn't be able to tell.
Going there was everything I had hoped for and then some.
I love Dave very much, and what's more . . . he loves me back and to top it all off, we seem to love each other with equal intensity. I've never been able to say that before with anyone I've ever been with.
I could go on and on about how wonderful he is and how amazing the trip was and how being home is the most painful thing I've had to endure next to living with a man I loved who didn't love me back, but no one really wants to hear all that mushy stuff, so I'll just leave you with that.
Chances are I will be moving to New York probably sometime next year once finances and a place to live is secured. We're looking at finding a place with Fossil and Scullyraptor so that'll be cool. Work transfers so that's not a problem, and both Dave and Fossil have been hired at Z-films in New York, and with HTH Studio's getting underway things are looking up in the financial department.

Other than that, life is boring and lonely, but I'm doing good.

Laytahs peoplez!

Off to New York. I may check in, I may not. But either way stories will be had and told.

TTFN
Nee Nee

So the clock has begun ticking . . . okay so it never really stopped, but now it's more meaningful.
By this time tomorrow I'll be in New York with Dave! HELL YEAH!
Sleep has eluded me for the past couple of days and my additions to the dream diary are interesting indeed. Last night was a series of doosies.
But that'll be later.

So I emptied a couple of boxes. YAY! I found almost everything I wanted to take with me to New York, except two tops (but I found decent replacements) and my phone charger. I may make another look after I've packed. I'm down to four boxes in my room now from six so that's an improvement in my opinion. Realistically I could start throwing away the parts of my desk that I can't use. That would leave room for things and all I need to do to get rid of one box is to have complete access to my closet . . . which is not so good atm, but certainly better than a couple of hours ago.

I'm so nervous now I'm nauseous, that and I haven't eaten, and there's no food in the house and my car is broke . . . so it's either pizza or Quiznoes. Subs will do me well . . . whenever they fucking open! SO HUNGRY! Though I know I'm gonna get food, take a couple of bites and be done . . . I'm just too excited.

I have plans with Val to give me a ride. She's gonna pick me up after work and we'll hang out at her house, smoke, relax, then go to my mom's house, drop of the birdchildren, print out my confirmation page and it's just a hop, skip, and a jump to the airport from my mom's house. YAY!


Socks are another thing I need to purchase. I am in a great need of socks . . . mainly socks for knee high leather boots, and apparently anything I want is never available in stores when I want it . . . but I know they exist . . . and I may end up with lots of boy socks.

I need to clean my room and get anything out that may go bad and attract crawling creatures or will just stank up my room in the week I'm gone. Last think I need is to come home to a proverbial black plague concentrated in my room.

My hair is still leaking purple. Not impressed, but I'm no longer staining my skin every night, but my nails have taken a good dyeing. The next color I choose will be a much redder purple as this one is far too blue. I only have one spot where the dye didn't take and of course it's by my ear where everyone can see . . . but honestly it looks okay cause it's kinda a white spot on a head that's very dark looking, my hair now looks more black than anything with a nice purpley-blue hue.


Okay, now that that's done, I'm off to do laundry, pack, and such, until I get to another stopping point. And soon I shall have teh Quiznos in mah tummy! HOORAY!

Laters folks,
Renee

Broke my car. Think it's the radiator, cause it's spewing steam and leaking antifreeze. At least it'll be a cheep repair.
About a day left and I'll be in New York!
WooooooooooHoooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!
Wish it was now.
Ran out of pot, and got a rip roaring headache that decided to stay until I caved and took some medicine. It's still there after 4 advil. This is why I don't want to take pills anymore.

Can't work cause the car is kaput, but that means I can do laundry all day tomorrow and pack, without the worry of waking up in time to do so.
This also means there are certain items I can't get, because I have no transportation. I needed a phone charger, cause the only one I have is a car one. Wanted new eyeshadow since I went and broke the only box I had. Plus now I really need Valerie to take me to the airport, or I'm pretty much screwed.

Other than the headache, I've pretty much been bored all day. I want tomorrow to come so bad. More than that, I want Thursday to come so bad.

Also my boss is a ditz. I called him to tell him about my busted car, and I understand he needs me to work. I want to work, but my car is smoking! That is a big signal to not drive the damn thing. He wondered if my cousin could come down and take a look at it(cause they're friends and all) but it's DARK OUT. Dean couldn't see anything anyway, on top of that, it's FUCKING SMOKING! This means chances of it needing a replacement part is pretty high and all the stores are closed. My boss is a tard!

Okay, I'm good now.

Laters,
Renee

So the bathroom is clean and it is now the cleanest room in the house. It took almost an entire magic eraser and a healthy dose of Lysol, but the bathroom is beautiful. I actually had to get into the tub and scrub with all my life to get the stains and rings out and even after that I had to do the tub a second time because I found a whole bunch of places I missed. I even got on my hands and knees and scrubbed the floor. It was just so bad I couldn't fathom getting it clean without doing such a thing. As it was it took me a couple of hours, but it was well worth it.
It can not be said that I am not a good roommate anymore. I may be slow to unpack boxes, but I can make an ugly, gross, boy infested bathroom, clean and sparkling fresh. It was even said that it wasn't the same bathroom. I quite agree. I honestly don't think it's had a cleaning like that since the house was bought, and it pains me to think of that actual date (since I don't know what that is). The manky bathmat got washed, the towel was replaced with a fresh clean, the way too small trashcan (considering that now 6 people are using the same bathroom) was replaced with my much larger one, and there is a pile of crap outside the door waiting for it's owner to claim it and put it in it's place before I throw certain items away, and then move the remaining that can't be thrown away to a pile elsewhere.
I was rather impressed that my back didn't give out, especially because I really scrubbed with all my worth and even more so because I was on my hands and knees. My back is giving me small fits, though no more so than if I had been at work.
Every time I walk by that bathroom I smile a little.

Now that is the test of my fading depression. Not only did I clean of my own accord, but I did as good a job as I could, and certainly better than what any of the boys could do. It actually looks like a mom came in and went to town on the bathroom.

So far so good.
Now if only it was Wednesday.

TTFN,
Nee Nee

Just a couple more days until I'm in New York!
I'm ridiculously excited, and it's been my major reason for the lack of updates.
Things have gone wonderfully well since the move. Granted I'm still not unpacked, but all my boxes are now downstairs and out of the way. My main reason for not fully unpacking, is that I've run out of room and am planing on selling a good portion of the junk I've accumulated. The way I see it, if I don't use it now, and haven't used it in at least a year, it's getting trashed or sold.
All the roommates are now moved in so I'm not the only girl in the house, but Nuri (bubbly black girl) is pretty cool, but I'll save my decision making for later.

I've highlighted my hair purple. It takes me back to the days of the PSA, and reading tarot, but this time my hair is exactly the way I wanted instead of what the hairdresser thought I wanted. It's really trippy since the highlights darken my hair and make it look kind of purple all over, the next color I go with may be a lighter shade of purple, but I can guarantee one thing . . . I will never ever get my hair done where I went. Hair Junky's in Parker. Not that she did a bad job, she did exactly what I asked her to do, but the hair dye . . . OH GODS THE HAIR DYE . . . she didn't wash it out all the way which stained my Wicked T-shirt around the collar a little. The next day I woke up to a stained red pj top and purple skin everywhere. So I spent about 45 minutes trying to get the color out, but the water was still purple (not intense purple, but certainly all the dye wasn't out) and every night since getting my hair done I've woken up to purple skin. This morning was purple all over my shoulders and hands. Even after washing my hair for the second time in a row the color still isn't out of my hair. I've decided to maintain the color myself via Hair Effects, though it looks like I'm gonna have to order the stupid stuff online since I can't get the exact colors I want in the stores. But it should be easier to maintain and I won't have to go into a store and pay for it on top of paying some beautician to do it, there was also a handy trick I found to keep my color longer by adding some of the dye to some conditioner and refreshing every time you condition. It looks like my best bet, since whatever hair dye is currently on my hair FUCKING SUCKS!!


My goals today are to clean the bathroom, do more laundry and begin packing the stuff I want to take as I clean is, so it doesn't get lost in my still nightmare of a room. I also have to go to the bank and get some cash for Val and for my cousin Lance. Val needs money since her dog Layla ate a bunch of lamp wire and had to get a $500 surgery to get it removed and Vals live in friend bailed on her, so she's been working double shifts at The Cheesecake Factory just to make up the difference and pay rent which was due yesterday. She almost made all of it, but I payed her phone bill and she would still like 50 bucks. She says she'll pay me back before I leave for New York, so we'll see. That's definitely $130 I'd like back. Lance gets money cause I need some grass.


Birds are doing good and will be staying at my Mom's house. Val will take care of them since the parental units are in Alaska for the second honeymoon. So that's one worry I won't have while in New York.

Only one day of work before the trip. Tuesday. Wish it was already over with. I'm just so nervous and excited.


At this point that's the end of it.
Till next time,
Renee.

Lots of stuff has been going on, but most importantly I'm going to New York.
By this time next week I'll be in New York!
Yay for me.

Possible updates later.

Been a while since a post, but I've been busy with the move and all.

I've been living in my new place for a couple of weeks. I love it here. I am having some slight problems with the unpacking process, which I'm sure is driving my roommates up the proverbial wall. I feel bad, but I've been working practically nonstop since the move. This last week I was driving back and forth between Fraiser, CO. The Safeway there was in remodel so I spent my time taking products from one side of the store and moving it to the other, and setting it up in the same pattern found in the original set. It's pretty boring and tedious, but the upside is I wasn't lonely. I've managed to befriend quite a few people, including D'anne who works with Terra's team. D'anne being bisexual also offers some interesting opportunities, especially considering that the two of us will once again be working on Terra's team for the entirety of my Nebraska stay next week. Maybe the effects of my massive weight loss will have some effect on Terra's crew, mainly because I'm tired of being ignored by everyone there and although I've had some acceptance, for the majority of my time on Terra's crew, I get ignored.

Though I must say, one of the upsides to losing weight is the reaction and treatment received from the world around me. I've been more than pleased with the reception, even to a point where I am seriously considering going on the diet my mother and sister went on to get the rest of the weight off. My mom got down to her pre baby weight, which she's been struggling for almost 23 years to return to. Valerie has gotten down to a size that I don't believe she's ever been. My mom's currently a size 4 my sister is a size 3. Those sizes are practically unheard of for me, I figure the smallest size I might possibly get down to is a 6, one size smaller than the smallest I've ever been. I came out of the gene pool with hips, my mother and sister did not. It's not as if I want to get down to a certain size, but more a certain weight. I would like very much to get down to the 120-125 range, whatever pants size that puts me in, so be it.
I'm not really sure what I weigh right now. I know I was pushing 170, now my guess would be either 130-145, but that's just a guess. I've gone from a size 15 to a size 12 in a span of a couple of months. All of this has been without dieting, and most likely due to the 8 hours of exercise I receive every day I work. It requires me to be constantly on my feet and moving around. I knew that all I needed to loose weight was exercise, but if this diet can get the rest of the weight off, then I want to do it.
Mainly because of how I'm treated and also because of how I feel. I feel healthier and coincidentally sexier. I haven't felt this sexy in a very long time and my life has become reminiscent of my sophomore year of high school, in which I spent the entirety of my social life in the company of men and enjoying the fruits of such a lifestyle.
The added fun to this is the fact that I am now a part of the furry community which offers it's own little pleasures. One of which is the fact that I'm one of the few single girls active in the Colorado fandom. Considering that females are in ridiculously short supply, I believe I've dealt with the attention (though some of it has been a little jarring) rather well. I don't want any of this to go to my head, especially considering that CrowChild's DVD is coming out soon. The scary thing in regards to that is I have already had fan mail for the voice work I've done and nothing's been officially released yet. I've even been interviewed by a random fan.
Crow is practically convinced of my future semi-stardom within the fandom, I am a little more skeptical and am determined not to expect or hope for too much. Regardless of what happens (good or bad) I refuse to let this go to my head, though I know despite my resistance, I will probably end up with a little bit of swelling to my ego, I just intend to keep it at a minimum.
My talks with Dave have been reduced to roughly every other week, though the release of the DVD is quickly approaching, so I shouldn't be too surprised. I'm more saddened by it than anything else, since the time I do get with Dave is rather precious to me. I am rather desperate to get some time with him, and with the prospects of a $1000 paycheck in the next couple of weeks, I may be able to visit him. The chances of him coming out here for a visit are more likely to happen after the release of the DVD especially at this point.
He doesn't seem to be so afraid to tell people about me, though I'm rather curious to discover what exactly he is telling people. This curiosity has been inspired by the hello's I've received from Fossil!!! and his mate on more than one occasion. Now Dave has been working with Fossil!!! for quite some time and has developed a rather interesting friendship (if what I hear from Dave is accurate). It is entirely possible that he has mentioned his love for me, but I honestly don't know for sure.
It is exceedingly hard for me at this rate to ponder over Dave's feelings for me. He assures me of it so often, I almost feel foolish even questioning it, and considering that he sends me money and other various needed items in addition to gifts, this relationship (or whatever you want to call it) has put me in a position where there is little loss to myself (other than my heart--and the price on that is rather debatable).

I will confess that I am waiting to wake up from this dream. Everything that has been happening seems all too surreal, though I will accept it either way and thoroughly enjoy myself while I can.


Oh, and one of the biggest downsides to having an active sex life is the return of urinary infections. I have decided to purchase cranberry pills as this should make the infections a thing of the past. Since the only way I've made it thus far without exploding with all of the feelings associated with a urinary infection, is getting high and laying down. I will be very happy when this is out of my system.

My next update probably won't be for at least a week, since I'll be in Nebraska until Friday.
So, till then,
Renee.

I have moved!!!!
Things are good.
Evan sucks.
Making lots of money.
Getting laid.
Love roommates.
Loosing lots of weight.
Working lots.

Read Harry Potter. Good book. Didn't end exactly in the manner I thought, and was not at all upset by those that died. All good and predictable choices. Though I really expected more people to die in the end, but overall I was pleased.

If these big paychecks continue I suspect I shall be able to afford to visit Dave in the upcoming month.

Unpacking sucks.
Not much else.

Renee

So here's the update I promised.
Things went from ridiculously sucky to not that bad.

The sucky part came mainly from my douche of a Stepdad who decided to be pig headed and greedy by telling me the only way that I can have their spare spare room air mattress is if I pay them the $300 or so dollars up front. He has no faith that I will pay them back.
First off I'm insulted just by his insinuation alone and second, It's not as if they need the money. They bought a brand new HD flat-screen TV for their BEDROOM, and a blue ray disk play to go with it. I'm sure if I was stupid and didn't pay them, they wouldn't be that hard out for money, and third (yes there is a third), they already have a spare bedroom. They bought brand new furniture and gave the Queen bed to Valerie, who at the time already had a bed.
Yes I have a bed too, but mine is a twin and far too small for me, especially considering the active sex life I have.
David's main reason for not giving me the bed just so happens to be because of a wire cutting tool that I apparently never returned. Forget the fact that I last had use for that tool three years ago and remember returning it; because his weak senile brain can't locate it, it must therefore be my folly.
At this time I have absolutely no intention of making any effort to get the school to refund them any money. They can kiss my ass. If they're gonna be fucked up enough to make this big of a deal out of something so small in comparison, then they can go fuck themselves.


Got more lines for High Tail Hall. I really love doing voice work, despite the fact that this new stuff is more sex noises, they're pretty intense sex noises and ones I may have to practice to get the sounds right.
Dave finished my con badge. It's pretty different in comparison to most con badges, but it's pretty awesome. He just had to include my breasts and wings.

Not much else goin on, and I gotta go to work now.
Laters,
Renee

People are assholes, my stepdad needs to die, work is stupid . . .
STABBYDOOMANDDEATHTOALL!

Things are sucky.
Updates later.
Renee

This week has been excedingly boring and full of the pitfalls that go along with it.
There were a few pockets of interesting, and bizarre and even good.
First our hot water was nonexistent from Monday/Tuesday to about Friday. I called them Wednesday, Thursday and then once again on Friday and finally they sent someone down and due to my Nebraska trip totaling 17 hours without sleep, I fell asleep, thereby missing Fort Fur, and the reason why our hot water was gone, but the plus side, is we now have plenty of hot water.

As I mentioned earlier I went to Nebraska on Thursday for work, I was maybe an hour away from South Dakota. Google was wrong about the estimated drive time by about an hour, and I was uber late. Also, according to the people on the crew, Google told me the long way, which added about an hour. Plus side though, I have pot now which made the trip quite fun.
Though on the trip home I decided to pull over and take a nap, but I forgot my lights were on, which left my battery dead, and I had to wait with my hood opened for someone to jump my car. Luckily it was a very cute, nicely tanned, country lookin guy maybe in his twenties that did the rescuing. Yum. So I guess Nebraska isn't so bad.

Also, I have a new place! YAY FOR ME!!! I'm moving in with Rocky and Soren down in Westminster. I called the master room and the birds get the kitchen. Woo Hoo! Also, they don't really care about the pot, the birds, the mounds of furniture or the fact that I'm a girl. It'll be roughly $400 a month, but that includes everything. The only thing outside of that I have to pay is my phone, my gas, and food. I get a few cubords for random things. We share a bathroom, but meh.
Also this limits my ability to fool around with Crow all over the house, but there is a hot tub so that should make up for it. Also I asked my mom if I could buy the air matres they have. this way I don't have to move my current bed, and I get a bigger bed, which I need. I am far too old, and too sexually active for a twin bed.

Watched Man of the Year and Grandma's Boy. Both great comedies. Grandma's Boy instills in my mind that Adam Sandler is a pothead, and Man of the Year instills the concept of our country remaining forever in shambles, or at least that nothing will ever get solved or resolved.

Another Nebraska trip today at 5. Next week is mostly day shift, with the occasional night shift.

That's all for now,
Renee.

A lot has gone on this past week. Everything is all full of craziness.
Working days still, which isn't bad, but I miss working nights, though I really don't mind days. I like working with this particular crew, despite the fact that it's an all girl crew, it's easier than all the others I've been in, no cleaning involved and we get out relatively early. Which is only good in the fact that I'm still not used to working days and really like/need the sleep.


I get paid tomorrow. Yay! Though I owe Evan $40 for the electric bill. It got shut off, thankfully this will be the last time any of these problems will occur as it is my last month here. Yes moving day is vast approaching, and it is now time to decide on my new home. *sighs* I've been avoiding this for so long, but I know it must be done. The plan was to have the refund money from work, something I must bring up with my boss as I still haven't received it.

Had a relatively good furmeet. Lots cuddles from cute foxes. Finally was asked for my contact info by Ranna. It's been at least a month of petting and heavy petting and finally contact info. Yayness. He's slow, but ever so cute, and sweet, and smart. All very nice things, so I forgive him his choice of pace. He's going to AC next week so no foxes for me next weekend, unless he gets in touch with me sometime this week, which would be uber-nice.

Not much going on this week. I work Sunday night, which will be really weird, I haven't worked a Sunday in so long, and that's it, for the whole week. I guess I can put some of it to good use and look for an apartment.

This post would have gone out last night when I finished it, but scheduled maintenance said fuck you.

Nothing fun to add to my dream journal.

Till next time,
Renee

So I've decided to keep a dream diary within this journal. My dreams are interesting, and the more I write down, the better I remember them. These are useful for many purposes.
So here is my first Dream Journal entry.


I heard from Nick yesterday. It was exceptionally trippy. I thought I'd never hear from him again, as it's been over two months. I stopped hearing from him shortly after I got this new job. He wants to come over tomorrow and hang out.

I also heard from Tony too, we're going to get together and go over a few things I've been meaning to talk with him about, and things he wants to talk to me about. I told him I'd already made plans with Nick, but truth be told Nick can come with, and chances are we would have fooled around quite a bit by the time Tony gets off of work. So I told Tony I'll do what I can. I want to meet up with Tony, so Nick can come if he wants, but I want to go.


Laters,
Renee

Yay for the furmeet!
Twas fun. Did our usual round of TV, mainly Doctor Who, which I am enjoying quite a bit. Then we watched Muke and whoever could be coerced into playing with him, play Nintendo, yes old school Nintendo. Win Loose or Draw and a game I don't remember the title of (cause I'm a tard) but it's with little dinos that shoot bubbles and such. I may not remember the title, but the images and music shall remain with me until my death.
I love playing video games, but I suck at them so bad, and the last thing I need is the comments along the lines of "Why'd we give the controller to a girl!" and "Girls can't play right, give the controller to a guy!" Well, I'm not that bad, but I'm not amazing, so I shall be content with watching others play.
It did take me back to the days when I'd be at my friends house across the street and we'd play video games till my parents came home. It was very nostalgic for me, being around all those guys, playing video games. This is the place where I belong and it's nice to have friends.

Oh, and foxes are quite nice, as long as you stay away from the stupid ones.

Also having pierced nipples rubbed feels like indescribable bliss. BLISS I tell you! Now when I do it to myself, does it do anything? Fuck no, but someone else, now that's a whole other story. I used to think the women who could climax from having their breasts played with were nuts, I mean sure it feels good, but climax worthy? Now I may change that position. Not that it's been experienced, but there is much potential there. MUCH.

Dave is back from Alaska, and he's sick. Very sick according to the message I got when I returned home. So I have no idea when I'll get to chat with him. Oh well, I can wait. Shit, I waited over two weeks, I can wait a few more days if need be.


On a side note, I've managed to keep the living room relatively clean. Evan promises to help with the kitchen and the hallway, so hopefully by the time this weekend is through, I'll have a clean house. YAY!

I need to do some laundry, rather badly.
Went to the store yesterday and bought things, half of which I need, some of which I wanted, and some that was needed desperately.
A bra was one of them.

Other than that, I'm doin pretty good. Plan is to work on my story a little today, and fax in all my paperwork either today or tomorrow. Once my boss has all my paper work, then I'll bitch at him for not getting me my refund money.

Oh, saw The Island. Ridiculously boring. I ended up going to bed cause I couldn't wait till the end. Saw the end this morning. It's a good idea, but if it's a shotty remake I wonder if the original is worth the time.
I did have a happy giggle moment in the movie. Nelix from Voyager was one of the characters. It made me smile inside to see him out of all the makeup.
There were lots of big explosions, but that's about it.

TTFN,
Nee Nee.

Toodles,
Renee

So after work, dinner, some drinks and a nice long nap I wake up with the weirdest dream stuck in my head.
It's very Cinderella-esk. It started with me being taken care of by an aunt (not my real aunt, just someone I recognized as my aunt). She along with three siblings of mine (two brothers and a sister and not my real sister) and an uncle, continually beat me, raped me and made my life a general hell. Now, they were apparently taking care of me while my parents were away, though this is odd since I am old enough in the dream to live on my own and take care of myself. Now throughout the dream I know that the man I love who I seem to only refer to as "my prince" will come back for me and save me. It's debatable weather this man was a prince and away on such business or a rock star away on business as both descriptions came up within my mind on multiple occasions when thinking of this man.
Throughout the dream I am constantly beaten down by my family, I spend most of the dream crying and in deep dispair until finally I hear that My Prince has returned and we are going to get married as he has decided he can't live without me and wants me to travel with him so we can always be together. My parents who have returned are returning with him.
Though both my father and mother return home before him, but we'll ignore this inconsistency as it was a dream.
So my parents return home and see me disheveled. My aunt has already threatened me against telling them what has transpired over the apparent years we've been together. That is, of course one of the first things I do and spill the beans about being beaten raped and so on by this group of people. I will say that I think it was my Uncle who was doing the raping, but that part of the dream I don't remember and it may have happened only as a memory, as I just don't remember going through that in dream. The beatings yes, the tormenting yes, the insults and threats yes.
My parents handle the situation quite calmly and lock my aunt and uncle away someplace within the house. My siblings are left to roam, but they are told that I am allowed to do whatever I wish to them. I do nothing.
My rl sister Valerie is the one who brings My Prince home to me in this huge white van and as they pull around the corner I see My Prince in the passenger seat and I become overwhelmed with indescribable happiness. I dash out the door and his band piles out of the car and I can't find him and I think he's gone into the house to look for me.
In a quick moment I panic, thinking he is once again lost to me and I fall to the floor and cry. Then I feel a hand on my shoulder and hear a voice say "Don't cry my princess." and I remove my hands from my face and look into the eyes of My Prince. He's very attractive, medium length sandy blond hair (one of the features I remember best) and I throw my arms around him and kiss him deeply. He breaks the kiss for a moment to say. "I guess you missed me huh?" And I return to kissing and holding him close.
After our reunion he tells me to get my things and I dash into the house up the stairs into my room. I'm afraid for some reason that my aunt will suddenly appear and try to take all this happiness, but she does not.

The dream ends in a totally different room, very expensive with this huge plasma TV in front of me and Hillary Duff is on, with her latest video.  She's naked, with full round and perky breasts (actually they look like mine only perkier) I remember this because she had pierced nipples with gold hoops through them and she was constantly rubbing her breasts throughout this song. She was covered in thick foamy bubbles and sparkley bubbles were everywhere around her. I think the title was Sticky Seed or something with Seed in the tittle and eluded to sperm.
I remember saying, "Wow, MTV sure has changed since I saw it last." and I woke up.

I think I am the queen of weird dreams.

Laters,
Nee Nee

Banana rum tastes like banana laffy taffy.
It tastes very nice in coke.
Yay!

Also I had a weird dream last night. Apparently I was wearing those clear plastic retainers and forgot that I'd been wearing them for about a month, which meant that I'd been brushing the retainer and not my teeth. When I took them off, my bottom teeth were covered with cavities and my back molar on my right side was rotted through.
I think this has to do with my second set of wisdom teeth coming in, since they are the impacted ones. The dentists weren't kidding when they said I had no room in my mouth. I've already had two sets of teeth removed just to make room for what was already there, now these extra wisdom teeth are coming through all cockeyed.
*curses her teeth*
Right now the pain is gone, but I suspect it will return. I may go in to get them pulled before my health insurance expires.

Laters,
Renee

Some crazy stuff going on on my end.
First I've been working days all week. I feel like I'm getting screwed over on sleep, and I know I'm getting screwed on work time, but it was either work days or nothing, so I'll suffer with days.

The one nice thing about working days is that when I get off of work, stores are open and since I've been down in Denver all week I decided to stop by Herbs and Arts for some desperately needed pagan supply stocking. Got a few herbs and some salt peter. Yay for sparkley incense! Also I got an oil blend made for my fursona. Granted I also wanted to get it made for meditation purposes and my spirit guide, but I wear the oils from Herbs and Arts more than perfume nowadays so it was a twofer concept.

Dave has been on his Alaska trip since my birthday. I know he's having fun, but I miss him and I really would love to chat with him again. His phone reception is non existent and his internet connection has been sporadic at best. The only time I've heard from him was in the middle of work and I had to let him go. Of course he only had reception for that minute amount of time, so I missed him. I'm also kind of excited about his return, because he's bought me presents, both for my birthday and apparently on the Alaska trip. The fact that he spoils me is still a head rush. He's sent me money on multiple occasions, bought me gifts and done artwork for me free of charge. It's so strange to have someone shower me with praise and presents when we've only seen each other through the massive network of tubes we call the intraweb. I'm not complaining, I'm just not used to it. It's been a very long time since someone treated me in such a lovely way.

Evan and I finally got most of the house cleaned. The floor is vacuumed and I got the vast majority of the carpet stains out. The only ones I've struggled with are the colored stains. If it was black, grey or brown, they are now practically non existent. Now my goal is to get the rest of the stains out. I'm certain it can be done, but either way I plan to make a concerted effort. Evan's still screwing around as far as the kitchen is concerned, but he's helping and that's half the battle.

Evan did finally connect the external hard drive he's been meaning to do for a month or so. So to celebrate I've downloaded four movies. Two of which I've been able to see.

I have a paw print shaped bruise on my upper thigh. I have no idea where it came from. Just thought it was worth the note.


The necklace that my lovebird Benu's legband was on broke. I feel naked without it. It broke the day after I went to Herbs and Arts. I was planning on going back to get some more cord, but I realized today that I can probably buy an entire coil of it and that way if it breaks again, I can just cut off some more.

Now that I've mentioned it, the bruise, weird dream and my necklace breaking all occurred after my trip to Herbs and Arts. Odd.

Well now I'm getting sleepy, and I've got to snag all the sleep I can muster.

Toodles,
Nee Nee.