Junkie!

Life is sweet.  I do have one, in spite of the fact that I spend too much time on my backside with this computer in my lap.  I can't help it I get instant gratification from seeing my words in print immediately, and I get to talk to people I like often.

I was at my friend's house Sunday night and kept sneaking away to use her laptop.  My bad!  Luckily, I can get away with that with her.  I can't help it, I was having withdrawals, especially having met someone who is intriguing, in person, during the day.  (I was hoping she'd send me a note.)

I have regular correspondents, people who react differently when I do know respond to IMs.

I have a friend about 45 I-95 minutes south who is chagrined and comical when I do not respond or have much time to answer her.  We went together for a short time, but now she is someone I really can talk to and hold nothing back from.  She keeps asking me to come help her do yardwork.  As if!

I have written about the woman in Utah for whom I wouldn't mind being a mistress.  Backtrack in this journal, 'cause it's already been written and I don;t have all day!

There is a woman in California that I have really connected with.  If either of us is ever near the other, we intend to meet.  Having sex together will probably be included, assuming we are single at the time.  If she decides to move to Florida ever, I will definitely consider being her girlfriend.  She says she's an ass, but I can work with that.

Then there is another woman who lives locally and I find her very interesting.  I don't think she even knows how her calm, laughing IMs have piqued my interest.  To tell you the truth, a nice, stable, loving relationship is what I am going for, even though I seem to be in a wild phase right now.  I am looking around and testing many waters.

I have a friend who I have not initiated a relationship with although she has been flirty.  She is seeing someone else right now and I fear that she is going to get her heart broken.  I think just knowing the other is around is good for us right now...  I am slowly finding the other lesbians in this small, conservative, wealthy town.  (I probably have the cheapest rent in the county.  I could not afford to live anywhere else... which is why I am watching for a better job opportunity.)

I like my job.  I help people and have fun talking to them.  I have a good sense of humor and it is appreciated at work.  I am good at the job and feel lucky that I am on-call instead of regular full-time because full time people have to do a lot of bullshit in order to get the annual raise that they deserve just for staying.  (They have to show how they made life better, attended classes, created projects, etc.)  Can you tell it has something to do with the government?  We serve the people and are one of the best uses of their tax dollars. (Any guesses?  And if you already know me and where I work, no fair telling!)

I leave my computer on sometimes at night... ok, most nights.  I don't know why.  I usually don't think to turn off the sound, so sometime in the night I heard "You've got mail."  I was curious but not enough to actually wake up and move.  I also get to hear the noises made by people on my buddy list and they enter, IM and leave.  Most of my friends, though, sleep at night.

There are a lot of people in my chatters list, but few of them are regulars.  I have 78 chatters, 2 AOLbots, 5 co-workers, 5 "family," 26 recent buddies and 1 journalee... that is, one person who responded to my journal who I chatted with.

I really could delete all but about maybe 7 of my chatters who actually are regulars... but I like just seeing these lesbian women's pseudonyms.  I have spent too much time in my life feeling alone as a lesbian.

I love perusing other journals.  I got a blogger account just so I could respond to one of Rosie O'Donnell's entries.  I love women who laugh and who create laughter... and I love making women laugh.  Rosie is a good egg.  I think America still loves her and I think America is very forgiving, in spite of itself. (PS: Ro... you didn't do anything wrong!)  I noticed while I was reading her journal that people are still preaching to her.  Can you see my eyes rolling?  PEOPLE...  look to your own lives and let God sort us out!