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I'm a Gryffindor! What the hell is wrong (and sometimes right)   12/25/2003   So it's Xmas for all those christian type people and even for those who like to pretend for one day a year. It's funny how many of my usual non reglious type friends have decided to celebrate this day. I'm not quiet sure why, but hey that's ok I don't have to get it. I have a new job possiblty within my company. I'm very excited about it. I hope that by Feb. I might actually have upgraded to a new and exciting job, of course there is no pay increase it's called a lateral move...... whatever. I don't really care as long as it means doing something else. 3 1/2 years in one job is enough..... I'm just not stable enough to only want to do one job for that long. I do love that people seem to think that I'm super qualified for this job, it shows that a lot of my hard work is going some where. On another note I'm down to 172. That is f*cking amazing. I look sooo good. I haven't been this slim since 1994. Wow. Bad news is that I'm smoking again, some people just don't understand, but then they aren't doing what I'm doing so I don't pay them to much attention. My DH (dear husband) is beside me 100%, he seems to get that this is just what I need to do and that when I'm ready that I'll probably stop again. He certianly believes in me more then I do. Well peace and all that stuff. Thursday, December 25, 2003   It's not here The pieces of the cross That you smashed As you walked out the door 23 years ago The blood from your hands Still stain the wood floor If any spirt remains It is made of broken pieces In the attic where I'm not allowed Where we swept glass Into a box Wrapped up with black ribbons Hollow voices still are screaming Up the staircase Through the doorway Creeping underneath the bed To waken me on Christmas eve Every year Thursday, December 25, 2003 12/23/2003   It's not what I was expecting To fall just short of Some, to often high Ground It just crumbles underneath My lead foot Pushing forward Screaming to Leave This place behind Dark walls That I've pasted Up That cannot fall Into white waters Rapids Hear me out My wings are melted Into the black Pavement I stare as the lights Burning brightly Fill me with Terror Leave me Blind Tuesday, December 23, 2003