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Sunday, December 31st, 2000
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1:44 pm - Been gone for a tad
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Hey ya'll! I have to apologize to everybody as I forgot all about this thing in the move up to Seattle and getting everything finalized with the new house and starting my new position. Suppose I should fill people in on just what's been happening in the last few months.
After passing the Virginia state bar I had an offer from a well known law firm in the Seattle area to come work for them. Getting your license to practice law in another state isn't too big of a deal depending on the state, so after a long talk with Sandy we decided that we should go for broke and transplanted this little country girl up to the Pacific Northwest.
It also helped that we knew quite a large amount of people from the area who are in our exclusive "club". ((Giggle))
We decided to drive across the US which was a separate adventure in itself. Quite a number of humorous things happened that I MUST write about in later entries. We got here a few days later and met with the movers who had carted our belongings to the new house.
The place is HUGEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. About twice the size of our home in Virginia with about half an acre in the back. It's a 5 bedroom, 4 1/2 bath home with a furnished basement. We had all of our furniture out and where we wanted without a problem. Despite the ease of moving, we found that the house still looked empty. So we made a journey out to various furniture places and bought additional couches and end tables, nick knacks and girly fruu fruu things. The end result is a place that half feels like home, and half feels like a furniture storeroom. Its taken a bit to get use too.
Seattle is a very different world then Virginia was. People are more warm and they aren't as quick to grudge you based upon initial impressions. They get to know the real you and then make an estimation. Its quite refreshing. There isn't that sense of falseness that so many people we knew put off when you met them. People aren't as phoney. Oh my dear lord in heaven I said the word "phoney". I'm turning into my mother right before my eyes.
My new job is very cool and I love it so much. All the people I work with are sweethearts and there is NO office politics at all. None! Its something that took me a bit to adjust to. I am currently working on 2 cases at the moment. I can't talk about specifics but one involves defending a repeat offender who was arrested on a narcotics violation, subsequently violating his parole, and the other case is set to start on the 15th of January and is defending a man who was arrested for aggravated assault for beating up a guy who raped his daughter. Can we say "Jury Nullification?" Sorry, Lawyer-speak.
Sandy found a job as head chef at a highbrow restaurant in the city called Duex Lanore. Its downtown and she has managed to make something of a name for herself in the short amount of time that we have been here. Plus, and I am so very proud of her for this, she has managed to make a few friends of her own. Sandy is very introverted and not very outgoing. Most of the friends she had were mine to start with and whom she met through dating me. After about a week here she was working out at a local gym and met another couple who she seemed to click with quite well. They go out to movies every so often or hang out at our place. I've made sure that I've stayed a few steps back unless invited as I want her to have something her own out here and not as my partner. I was so thrilled that my doll baby actually reached out to people on her own.
I still miss the East Coast a bit. I miss the weather that was more then just cold or wet or both, which is all it seems to be out here. I miss my friends and going clubbing with them, although Andy says she may be coming out for a visit in a few months which would be nice. I miss my baby who says that he's going through a rough time at the moment. I caught myself up on the last few months of his life and while I am happy that he made some decisions, he still refuses to see that he's being a goober-butt-turd and acting too elite for his own good. I may be sending him a ticket to come up here to visit me and see the new place. Of course that is just what I am going to be telling him. The real reason is so that I can kick his ass and beat some sense into his gel soaked head.
So that is it. My update into my life and a discovery into what has happened in the last few months. I hope to keep this up dated a bit more then I have been. I'm having to work fairly long hours now on these cases and as a result what free time I do have is given to Sandy.
We have plans tonight to go to a club downtown for New Years and get drunk off our asses. Going to have to dress warm as it feels like my freezer outside.
Love to all.
XXX OOO
Sammie
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| Tuesday, October 17th, 2000
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11:23 pm - Love sometimes smarts
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I don't envy people sometimes. Not all people, just those who have problems communicating. There are two people right now who love one another very much but bicker all the time, as they can't communicate without harsh emotions. It's like my daddy told my brothers and me one time
"Ya'll can't make sense if'n ya'll er yelling at one another."
He said it with more of an Alabama accent then I held onto myself, but daddy is right. When you are mad you yell. When you yell you hurt somebody's feelings. When you hurt somebody's feelings, really you are only hurting yourselves. It's a nasty little cycle.
These two people whom I care for hurt one another something fierce. Now they have to deal with what they have said to one another and that is alot to have to live with.
My advice to both these people is to part company with an understanding that you are both to blame and go on living and be happy.
We only have so much time on this planet. A moment spent in anger is a moment too much.
God bless you both and take the time to heal.
All my X's and O's
Sammie
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| Tuesday, October 10th, 2000
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3:57 pm - Ground zero
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We just got back from a vacation at Ft. Lauderdale. It was a well needed vacation on both of our parts. The stress of work and our lives were getting to us, so much that we felt we just HAD to get the hell out.
We spent the majority of our time lounging around on the beach and tanning. It's hard to beleive that it can be as warm as it is down there while all the time near freezing up here. (sigh)
The one bad thing about Florida is all the stores, shops and everything else closes so early. It's difficult to get anything done when the places you want to go close by 6 at night.
I don't want to go back to work tomorrow, nor does Sandy. We need a few more days off to recover.
I'm also going to need to take some time to respond to people who have been sweet enough to write in my journal.
XXX OOO
Sammie
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| Thursday, October 5th, 2000
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11:00 pm - Nightline
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I'm getting ready to start taking exams that will help me prepare for the Bar coming up shortly. I'll be honest with y'all and say I'm very nervous. I hear so many of my peers and friends talk about how they didn't pass the first time and how nerve racking it can be. Not sure how I'll do when my time comes. Please let me do well.
Sandy wants to get a pet of some kind. She talked about getting a cat after I walked through the door tonight. This comes from the woman who sneezes every time she sees a cat. A friend of hers told her about a series of shots you can take that make you immune to the cat dandruff and fur which makes people allergic. She has wanted a kitty for a while now. We'll see what happens in the next few weeks and after we get some more information on these shots.
I'm cramping hard tonight, this is not what I need at the moment. I have enough stress at work without worrying about my body rebelling. Motrin doesn't seem to be helping at the moment and I'm just about to consider trying a few shots of scotch. Sandy and I have been on the same cycle for the past few years so she should be hit in a few hours. Two chicks cramping and on the rag, Brian picked a good time to talk to us.
He just left about 20 minutes ago. I felt bad because I was being a bit too hard on him, which was mostly due to the cramps. He explained what was going on with he and his woman. I will let the boy explain his own thoughts. What I told him in essence was if things go sour, he is not allowed to come to my place looking for comfort. I am tired of watching him lose it when she hurts him.
I love my baby, please don't think I'm being mean. If I have to hear just one more time how she hurt him, I'm going to shoot his kneecaps. Now I know exactly why I'm a dyke. Men are some of the most pathetic creatures on the planet. Brian may be my baby, but without his sister around, he'd be a wreck by now.
After reading the journal's of both Lady Fiona and Veronica, I really wish he would date Fiona. She sounds so sweet and like she would treat him like he deserves. Plus she is very hot. Veronica is no skank herself, but she is too young for him and not sure of herself. Fiona has independence and has been through a lot of the same things as Brian has. I also like that she shares my views on Brian's ex-wife. Brian said she wasn't fond of April.
I wonder what happened to her. I only met her once and she was so sweet and such a nice, quiet girl. She was cute as a button and very good to Brian. I hope she finds somebody more like herself then Brian was. The two of them were night and day. I tried to tell him he wasn't ready for marriage. But just like a man he rushed into it and disregarded what his friends told him.
He'll kill me for this, but I had to hold him so many nights while he cried about the divorce and what caused it. I had to watch over him while he just moped around and had it in his mind that he was not worth love. I saw what he had done to himself and where he was heading. It was a dark, lonely place. He's not strong enough to survive that. He still blames himself for the divorce, for the pain caused and for everything.
This is why I'm so scared for him right now. He's been hurt so bad and I've watched as he made so much progress to get better. Veronica didn't help that progress when she hurt him. He's my baby. I love him so much and just want the old Brian I knew back. The happy and funny man who I grew up with. I don't want him to hurt anymore. I'm afraid of what he would do. I'm very scared to think about that.
I just want my baby to be happy.
XXX OOO
Sammie
current mood:  worried
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| Wednesday, October 4th, 2000
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10:53 am
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I've spent the last few days at work, busy with several cases we have running at once. I am a paralegal at a law firm in Washington DC and in my spare time (like I have it anymore) I go to law school. Casey has turned out to be a grade-a prick and can't keep his mouth zipped about any old thing.
Case in point: A bunch of the girls in the office eat lunch together everyday. We have our normal table, we sit in the same places, it's like, you know routine. So yesterday Casey decides that he is going to sit behind us and eavesdrop. We didn't think much of it as people always sit behind us but as we are the bitches of the firm, most intelligent people just brush us off as a clique and go about daily business. No big.
This ween decides he's going to make mental notes of our conversation and relay such to his pals upstairs and manages to have myself and two of the other girls pulled into our office manager Gary's office. He wouldn't tell us where these "rumors" he heard came from, but he didn't bother to hide the report which sat on his desk. There in bold print was Casey's name. I think he wanted us to see it, but I'm not taking any chances.
Needless to say we only got a slap on the wrist. I can't believe the immaturity of some people. I left all that crud behind when I was 11. Get a life you looser.
I'm debating on what to do with Sandy this evening. She wants to go to see a movie and I want to stay in tonight. It'll be the first night this week I haven't worked until 8. While I'm at it, I have a picture of my sweetie I want to put up. I have this photo on my desk and scanned it into my computer while I was bored. This is Sandy.
She is such a floozy! This was taken last month at a party we went to in Georgetown. Talk about crowded, I have never in all my life seen so many people crammed into such a small house.
Oh, and Mister Clough, you and I have to talk young man. I amend that. You and I WILL talk. You get your little pale skinny freckled ass over to my house. Do not make me hunt you down.
Off to go eat lunch and see whom will be trying to sabotage us today.
XXX OOO
Sammie
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| Sunday, October 1st, 2000
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3:53 pm - Steppin out
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I suppose the majority of you already read Brian's rather interesting journal so you know some of what happened last evening. Because this is my journal, I'm going to give y'all the events of the evening from my perspective.
Carol was a gem and offered to be our sober chauffeur for the evening. We all dogpiled into her explorer and went into the District for a night of drunken frolicking. The evening began by hitting the Zei club. This was at one time the pinnacle of the Eurotrash clubs in Washington. Now it tends to be trendier. They still manage to retain some of the old flavor as you always can find people in suits and expensive dresses. Now the suits are tempered with an equal amount of people running around in latex body paint and vinyl.
Zei was packed last night. I was hopping that they would break out with another foam night, but I was told by one of the bartenders the local authorities had declared it a security risk so they very rarely used the foam any longer. It's a shame. I think the real reason was that people would often get frisky in the foam in corners where the majority of it congealed. Not that yours truly ever would do such a thing. I'm an innocent little angel!
We found a table and set up shop there. My biggest shock was when I was able to get a sober Brian on the dance floor with Sandy. An even bigger shock was when I saw they were freakin each other. It was so cute. They were trying to outdo one another and see who had the bigger penis. After almost dying of laughter I came up behind Brian and joined them. I knew that he would be an instant celebrity having the two most beautiful chica's in the joint all over him. My poor baby-doll, his face got so red. He didn't like all the attention that we were getting.
We went back to the table and drank for a while. He wasn't hip but I saw that he was getting a lot of interest from some of the ladies sitting off to the side and on the dance floor. Later, just before we scooted out, I had some girl, no older then 20 come up and tell me that my "boyfriend" was hot and that I was so lucky. I told her that Brian was just my friend and that she should go talk with him. She never did. It was a shame as she was a cute little thing.
Carol wanted to go to Catacomb after this, but I told her before tonight that Catacomb was off limits out of respect for my baby. She was being whiney so I told her to drive over there and I would go in and check the place. They pulled up front and I went in. I walked around slowly saw Veronica, my baby's ex-girlfriend. She was dancing with some gothic waif boy. I watched for a bit and decided that it wasn't what he needed so we left.
I didn't say anything other then it was dead. I didn't want Brian upset. We drove to Velvet Nation and listened to Carol whine the whole way. Nations was swamped with the entire metro area homosexual population. People who I hadn't seen in years were there. Including my ex-girlfriend she-bitch Lorie. She and I never spoke and never acted like we saw one another. I know the bitch saw me. I know she did. My revenge was that she had put on 30 pounds and now had to waddle onto the dancefloor. Nappy ass skank.
Sandy and I danced the entire time. We took a 10 minute break to drink these weird drinks the cute bartender offered us, but the rest of the night we danced. We were there until 2 in the morning and decided that we would call it a night.
Now, yes I own up to the fact that I was plowed. Yes I own up to the fact that I wanted to go to IHOP as I wanted to tell off Brian's ex-girlfriend as nobody hurts my baby like that. Sandy and Brian kept on having to keep me quiet and told me that we had to get home.
It was around 2:45 when we got back to our house and I told Brian that he could sleep in the downstairs guestroom. I wasn't having him drive home after drinking. Sandy and I went upstairs and started messing around. I'm a bit mad as a certain Kansas farm boy should have had the balls to say something over the intercom and let us know that we were being too loud. I'm embarrassed to be honest. Exactly why we moved out of an apartment.
I awoke to find that Brian had already gone home, but the little shit managed to wash all the dishes and took out the trash. I hate it when he cleans for us. If he's bored, we DO have playstation! Little shit!
Such was our night of hijinks. I'm going to see if Sandy wants to go with us to see this singer of Brian's on Tuesday at George Washington. That I am looking forward to. I heard her CD and she is fantastic.
XXX OOO
Sam
current mood: predatory
current music: Indigo Girls - Same on you
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| Saturday, September 30th, 2000
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10:40 pm - Going out
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Sitting around the house, waiting for everybody to get here. Have on my black leather pants and black bodysuit, just waiting to roll. Brian's here and is looking quite fly for a straight guy. I have to get this boy to Structure or some other non homely looking clothing store. It's sad when his big sister has to dress him.
He's a sweetie girls, he just needs a woman to pick out his wardrobe. It seems that he and Sandy have smoked the peace pipe as they are downstairs discussing astrophysics or something else that is way above my head. My goal tonight is to get that boy laid. It's been a while since he's had somebody stable in his life. He's suffering pretty bad right now despite his claims otherwise. Still some pain there I think from the Veronica situation.
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, I still get mad when I think about that. He was treated so poorly and not like my baby deserves to be treated. We'll find him a hottie tonight. Just had to laugh. I've promoted myself from his big sister to his pimp.
Speaking of hotties, I have to mention my own Sandy downstairs and the killer tube dress she's wearing tonight. I can't wait to get her back here after we go clubbing. YIKES!
OK, Carol and Andrea are here, have to fly.
current mood:  horny
current music: Tapping the Vain-Butterfly
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3:14 pm - First time, so be gentle
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I still think this is one big mistake waiting to happen, but since shadowbody is of another mind, we'll see.
My name is Samantha, but everybody calls me Sammie. I hate Samantha. Samantha is what my Mom calls me when I'm in trouble. I live in Fairfax, Virginia with the most loving and caring woman in the world, Sondra.
Not much for a journal virgin's first entry I know. I'll try harder next time, I promise.
:)
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