Mimic is her Super Villainess Name

Mimic, a beautiful creature... To look upon her face is a gift.... To have a moment of her time can be the greatest thing that happened to you. To be her friend.... Well that is a whole other story...

With grace she moves from one clique to another. Conforming, blending. Be better at everything, outshining anyone, and stomping whom ever may be in her path out of existence. Why? No one really knows.

It is not as if this woman has not been given everything in the entire world... It is not like she has never felt the rush of love... She demands loyalty even when the demand is simply not necessary. Like soldiers we have lined up by her side, covered her back, and taken hit after hit, just to soften any blow she might have received.

We have loved her unconditionally, and even when she was dead ass wrong, we took up for her anyway.

I have personally sat and listened to her tell the same story over and over, and each time the story would differ so drastically that there was no mistaking the lies.... THE LIES.... Stupid lies, fine...
She lies about her education...
She lies about her career...
She lies about what she has done.....
She lies about WHO SHE IS....
Why? Why in the hell would you do that?

Are you in fact so evil that you coldly calculate every single move? You read people so well that you use their core values and goals to eventually screw them to no end what so ever. Have you never truly loved anyone? Is that the reason that we are all so disposable to you?

How fucking dare you make the demands that you make on people, Princess, when you have not the gumption to carry through with one single solitary thing that could even be conceived and noble and honest. Everything you do is a complete front. A LIE to trick people into falling into your wicked web so that you may in fact manipulate them for your own twisted personal pleasure at any given time.

If this truly ever meant anything to you there should be no tears on face by now.... You should that cold shaky fit in the pit of your stomach... If you have a soul, it should be emerging by this point jerking withing every INCH. You deserve NO PITY.... You deserve no consoling....

You deserve to your beautiful ass kicked all over this great state.... to come HOME and FACE the ones that have ALWAYS and WILL ALWAYS be there for you and EXPLAIN yourself....

Just knowing you has put my family at risk.... Do you even realize that? The kids that you love so much.... Yea you FUCKED them over too. The jury is still out on if I will still have a paycheck or not. Just because I claimed you as my own...

Get some help.... You desperately need it. I will always love you... But I am so sorely disappointed in you. To go this far is unthinkable.. How much farther are willing to go? How many more people will you destroy?

"mehhhh"

Ahhhh... I found it. A new place to post, un witty, undecipherable, crazy b.s. that must escape my brain before my head explodes..

My Myspace blogs have been a great source of comfort for my over extended mushy brain, but because of the actions of a few, the Myspace has been blocked from our work computers..

I am okay with that. But I miss my rantings... With the boys always needing my attention at home, lunch break at my desk was always the best way to blow off steam...

Mondays:

They are generally my happy days.... I usually sell a lot of carpet, am overly motivated to conquer the world, and do not feel as if anything can stop me... But this Monday, I feel..."Mehhhh". The term "Mehhhh", can be used to describe all sorts of situations, good, bad, ugly even when ugly is being polite, or just a way of saying nothing at all... Today is my nothing at all use of the word, because that is exactly what I am feeling.

I did sell a good bit of carpet today... But I did not even get the least bit excited about it. I just feel drained. When you spend weeks upon weeks working for these people, when they finally do buy, you just do not even care.

I am going to Florida for the first time in my life this weekend.. Going deep sea fishing. I am excited, and scared that I am going to catch something that is going to EAT ME! I know, the odds of that are ridiculous... But with my luck... UGGGG...

It will probably go like all horrible situations go... Me thinking that everything is right as rain... It will even stay good for just long enough for me to exhale, and then BAM! Out of the fucking blue some big ass monster is going to jump in that boat and EAT ME! Me, clueless, until right when it happens... Why could I not have been born one of those charmed humans that walk about in that alternate universe that is full of goodness and bliss?

This will also be longest I have ever been away from the twins.... As much as they drive me completely insane, I am worried about being gone for three days. They will be 3 years old in a few weeks, and let me tell ya, those boys can do damn near anything they put their minds to. That being the key phrase... There are TWO minds that work at lightening speed, and they KNOW of their secret evil powers...

Evil or not... They are my precious little ones... I wonder if they will miss me at all? I was not away from my older two kids for more than two days until they were 8 and 11... Now, with two toddlers I am running off 6 hours south to jump on a big boat and possibly get eaten by a mythical sea creature that everyone thought was a fable, until my death makes said mythical sea creature a scientific discovery....

Okay... I think I am done for the day....