Sugar and Salt

Good evening my friends!

Before this new installation of gloom starts, I want to say some happy first: The new Aisling Grey novel, Holy Smokes, will be coming out in November. Yeah! Princess L and R will be visiting in April. They are off in Iraq doing important things, so we can sleep safely. If you see them, give them a hug. NCIS is back off of hiatus. New episodes. Finally. At least one of my shows is back. Make that two. Criminal Minds. I finally bought the 2 part of the sixth season of Sex and the City. I put off watching this because I didn't want to accept the end of that show. This show aided in my maturing as a woman. I just didn't want to let it go. So I accepted the show is in rerun hell now, so I might as well buy it, watch it, and add to my collection.

Now with the unhappy:

I didn't get the lead position at work. Oh well. I don't think I truly wanted it enough. It's a lot of work and hours, but that's not what was the hold up. I just really didn't want to deal with the hopeless souls that stagger aimlessly around the self-help section for 8 hours a day. Tomorrow I guess I'll find out who got it. Probably someone who has been there for years, but was overlooked the majority of the time. So I still have my gift and audio book sections. Probably because those are the two bastard sections that nobody wants. Doesn't matter. I love doing it, and at the end of the day, that's all that really matters.

I am still unresolved on the issue from yesterday. There is no closure, and I don't think there will be. I hate unresolved issues. I decided that a mental retreat is necessary. Not that I'm running, I'm just take 3 steps back to eventually take 4 forward. I don't know why she would betray my trust. Can it be the stereotypical/biblical view that women are just not to be trusted? The devil did tempt Eve because he knew he could. I'm totally afraid of backstabbing. Wiccan Reade is totally against being shifty. The rule of three is a bitch. So I don't know if Christian fear retribution like Wiccans, maybe hell is not as bad as being punished in thrice. Whatever the reason, I'm hoping it was a necessary evil for her. And that she racked her brain before she opened her mouth. I can only hope it helped her accomplish whatever she needed to get done, and that the act was not in vain.

For me, this is a lesson I know all too well. I have not learned my lesson. This time I like to think that I have. I will never trust again. So here I am. Alone again. My only comfort is what's in this house: My cats, my wits, my husband (when it suits him), and my soul. The sick thing is this blog has been the best friend I have had in a while. It listens and never judges me.

If anyone knows how to keep your time savvy cat from chiming at times he deems important, please let me know. He's starting to wake me up 6 minutes early now.

So yesterday, I indulged in self loathing and frustration. Today, Family Guy. Lotsa Family Guy.

The week's not over. Keep poisoning yourself, my friends.

Criminal Minds is on. Gotta go. Here's my send off:

On "NCIS" last night the term MOAS came from the mind of Abby.
M-mother
O-of
A-all
S-secrets

This secret is so huge, it consumes you. You are constantly hiding it, but begging to tell someone before you explode. So you finally confide in the one person you thought you could trust. So much for that naive thought. Somehow, it has leaked and has destroyed your life. MOASes always do. They are just too juicy for anyone to keep them quite.


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