I sure am digging my free full sized samples of #Temptations Cat treats from my Influenster VoxBox... well, I mean the CATS enjoyed it and I enjoyed getting them for free.
They didn't like the treat dispenser mouse toy though so that was a fail.
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The man I previously complained about ended up being umm... not sure how to put this and I don't want to be cruel but honestly, he was mentally ill.
I'm a little nutty myself and one thing I liked about him as a person was that he was nuts in the same way I was nuts but then the lid blew off of everything and his insanity flared up, he wouldn't stop keeping company with drug addicts, complaining about it and then trying to make himself look like Jesus of Nazareth for hanging around them and doing things for them.
Finally, in a meth panic he called me saying they'd doped him and the dose was from a bad batch, one man had just died from it, but yet he made no efforts to get to a hospital and instead was pity-seeking and I refused to play along.
Once this night happened I suddenly saw the pattern, he compulsively sough both pity and admiration... the ultimate martyr.
I'd had trouble swallowing some of his stories before and found some to be highly suspicious.
After digging for more details on these stories I'd always find that he'd spun them in such a way as to illicit my admiration/pity.
I then realized that most of the sweet things he'd done for me were the things he'd do for anyone, even a dirty meth addict man next door, just to look like a swell guy and that's when it all came crumbling down.
I was sitting here on the phone with him that night, not wanting anything else to do with him but not wanting to be the bitch that broke his heart, thankfully he spared me that choice when he himself, got so HURT that I wouldn't freak out thinking he was dying from poisoned meth that he called it "over".
I was pretty upset over the entire thing and really disappointed that he wasn't who I thought or hoped he was but not deeply heartbroken, mostly relieved.
So, back to celibacy mode, which is OK with me for the time being.
A psychic told me that in May, while vacationing in Eureka Springs, AR that I'll meet a man who is "very important" or will become so I suppose.
We shall see!

I don't really have much to talk about, just didnt want this account to be purged. They're deleteing my "lusty_dame" account and I'm glad to see it go. I'm so embarrassing sometimes.

Hiya peoples! I just logged on to check on an old post (trying to determine how long we've lived here) and thought I'd take a minute to say hello to anyone who's left on LJ. I sure miss the old days and old friends.

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So I listened to a "Coast to Coast AM" episode where George Snoory interviewed a Satan worshiper. It was a very interesting interview all in all but I can't stop thinking about something the man brought up.

He pointed out some connecting facts and I've filled in with a few he didn't mention:
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Hey ya'll! I hope everyone enjoyed Valentine's Day, be it alone or with someone.I love it, even when I'm single... maybe more so due to not being disappointed in someone not being romantic enough or for not coming through with dinner out, flowers etc.

My family has always made/sent each other little cards and candy.Even this year both mother and stepmother gave us lovely little bags of goodies. Years spent single have often resulted in my getting myself some damn nice little gifties and flowers and enjoying feeling like I'm worth it.

Last year was one of those years when I relied on a man for these things and it was a disaster, Justin let me down completely and I felt so unloved and under cherished. I don't think his past girlfriends held him up to any standard and he slid by without making the effort. Add to that the fact that our relationship wasn't thriving and it made for misery.

I know it's just a silly holiday and what a man does or doesn't do or give me shouldn't be a measure of his love for me and maybe none of it should matter but the fact is... it's VALENTINES DAY and I'm a woman who's a little old fashioned in some ways and to me it does matter. If a man knows me then he knows that it matters to me and an effort should be made.

So last year things were rough between us and it escalated into him dumping me. 2010 was a horrid year but I'm so glad it's behind us and our relationship has healed and is redefining itself as something really nice.

I appreciate when someone, be it boyfriend, husband, friend, neighbor, whatever can be cool enough and moral enough to admit when they've slighted someone and then try to make amends. Justin seems to be one of those people.

Yesterday he showered me in chocolate (one of my true weaknesses), today was dinner out, one of those fabulous chocolate dipped fruit bouquets with a balloon and a note in it that made me laugh so hard that I nearly peed and being told "Happy Valentine's Day, I love you!" over and over again.

I couldn't find everything I'd wanted to give him but managed some silly Homer Simpson boxers and a fun card. He seemed happy with that offering and as soon as I can find someone who carries bath bombs I'll buy him a double fistful of them. One day when he was tense and taking a bath to try and relax I gave one to him and he enjoyed it's fizziness and the nice vanilla smell.

Even without gifts this would have been a wonderful V-Day just because his words and actions made me feel cherished, loved and appreciated.

Love - I'm soaking in it.

I had the most lovely late afternoon into evening.

Justin came home, tired but in a good mood. He promptly kicked off his shoes and socks and climbed onto the couch with me. As soon as he did this my nostrils were assaulted by the most foul, foot odor imaginable.

I immediately complained loudly and asked that instead of rubbing those gross feet on the couch and stinking it up too that he instead go stand in the tub and run some nice hot water onto them, serving a dual goal of both cleaning and warming his feet.

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I now find myself reasonably happy in life. There are some things that certainly need to be improved upon but I think that with some patience they may come to pass.

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You remember my old boyfriend Johnny - code name Amadeus? Over the last couple of years I've, from time to time run into him in public or get an e-mail, text message or phone call from him.

My first time to see him in person was about a year and a half ago at Target. I was there with Justin and we were near the front of the store, entering the long promenade that starts at the entrance and flows behind the row of check out stands.

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"GROSS" = looking for lipstick in one's purse only to discover a soggy napkin-wrapped chunk of salmon smuggled home for cats & forgotten for 3 days.