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[08 May 2008|05:46am] |
in and among everything that's been going on.......the bf and i had a SERIOUS fight last night.
Over a TV show.
And i dunno if i can keep posting to this journal.
The whole thing started when a character on CSI:NY named Monroe was fawning and clinging all over Danny. She's a knowitall conniving cxnt and i've hated the character since she started 2 years ago.
She and Danny had a major fight about 4 weeks ago and she even admitted she wasn't like his other clingy whiny self absorbed girlfriends wah wah oh and btw i loved you so now it's going to destroy me to forget you.
Danny's italian. he's passionate. AND HE IS A FUCKING WOMAN. Not literally but last night he literally HANDED this conniving whore his balls! BEGGING HER TO COME BACK TO HIM.
I SWORE that if they got together then I'd stop watching the show. Period. NO leeway.
Guess who doesn't have to sit with her ass glued to the tube now on Wednesday nights?
Yup!
So my boyfriend is calling it petty and the show is still going to be good and i reamed him telling him "you KNEW this was going to happen" Which he has connections so...yeah. He knew. And he REFUSED to let me in on it.
Now I know why.
So I told him to go bugger off and to leave ma lone and if he was SO in love with the character of Monroe then maybe he should go stalk her.
He got pissed and said "maybe i will! she HAS to be nicer than you" and......i stormed out of his house and came home and just fucking cried.
This isn't the best of things after everything else.
i just don't fucking care any more about anything.
So this might be one of the last entries on this journal. I don't want anything to do with this show or that character or.....him.
-cries-
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[07 May 2008|06:57am] |
I'm dying.
I mean I always knew it'd happen. HELLOOO I'm not a vampire or a zombie.
But I thought I'd at least have more time.
Over the weekend I hurt my ankle. Walking through a museum. I've been complaining about this slight pain and weakness in my left ankle since January to my primary. She just blew me off.
There was also a lump growing on the left side and it kept growing and growing.
She blew it off.
Walking around the museum, i heard a CRACK and the pain level shot from 2 to a 6,4857,209 in a flash of a heartbeat and I've been walking on the side of my foot ever since. It was like a tendon snapped or broke or whatnot. I have no control to walk on the flat of my foot.
SO my sister took me to the ER.
They took 8 xrays and determined that nothing was emergency related...but they GRILLED lisa about if i'd had any injuries to my ankle since in the xrays it looked like it'd been broken a couple of times and never set right. I felt sorry for her since they were trying to make her out to be some child abuser.
She's a bitch, yeah, but she NEVER hit me or abused me.
ANyway....so they ER dr's say they're going to send a request to my primary to refer me to the Orthopedic surgeon. They might break it again and hope it heals right...they might use pins...they might just redo the whole ankle itself.
Wonderful.
BUT also when i went to my primary's office and some BITCH that spent all of THREE minutes talking to me (i HATE that whore! she wasn't Dr Sistoza my usual primary. Just some DI($(W$)(SIJSGFNJLK#$T%$%(U that thought she knew it all) and she tells me that my left kidney is shutting down.
-stare-
Now all I've done is had blood work in the last three months. I've seen Sistoza since then you THINK she would have said something and how the FUCK can she tell it's the LEFT one???? I've NEVER had any xrays or ultrasounds of my kidneys. They've always been perfectly fine!!!
Now THIS whoremonger BITCH is going to try and say this?
I don't know if I should be furious or sad or......
Needless to say my boyfriend wound up crying all night Saturday.
I went over to his house because I had to tell him what was going on and he'd just gotten in from NYC that saturday afternoon....yeah they sent him back there again.....and he just broke down completely.
Hell I was the one having to tell him it was all right and....that's when it hit me.
Maybe it won't be.
So needless to say I've had NO sleep since friday when all of this started.
ANd I'm on edge constantly.
I'm not worried about myself, really. I can't stop this.
I'm worried for everyone else.
Gio.....
Johnny.....
Susie.....
Harry and Ry.....
Lisa......
my minion and Jade (as if SHE'D notice -eyeroll-).....
mum and Papi.....
-sighs-
I just don't know what to do any more........
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| fanfic:: Welcome To New York |
[01 May 2008|07:35am] |
((Okay kids..here we go. The first chapter in what might be a movie idea for CSI:NY. I'm working on a script idea to send in to the producers, but for right now I need some feedback and everyone's welcome to go with it. Yes I know some of the characters will have to change for the script, I'm AWARE of that, folks...but as for just the feel of it....be kind. This is only the first chapter...it seems AOL has decided that posting isn't something I'm very good at so they're not letting me post to any journal more than twice a day -stare- How NICE of them, eh?))
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Humming softly as he shifted the keys from one hand to the other and switched with the Chinese food he had brought with him back to his apartment. A look up and down the hallway just out of habit before the door was opened and he walked in, locking it behind him before even setting down the food.
Once assured the apartment was locked for the night, he turned and headed for the living room, stepping down into the pit and setting the three bags on the coffee table, only then straightening up to take off his coat and drop it on the end of the couch before he sat down on the same sofa and began taking out the little take-out boxes of food. An occasional sniff as one of the smallish little boxes passed his nose and finally choosing the chow mien he grabbed a set of chopsticks they’d shoved into the bag and he took the TV remote, settled back on the couch and turned on the news.
It had only been about 10 minutes when suddenly a pair of arms slid around his neck from behind and a soft female voice purred just behind his ear, “All this food and you don’t even let me know you’re home?”
“You know…” he said with a small grin as he took another bite. “It’s been far too long since I’ve had a gorgeous young lady wrap her arms around me and just welcome me home. Now I have to buy dinner for her before I get anything like that?”
The girl snorted softly and slid over the back of the couch like a snake only to sit beside him and tried to peek into the box he was eating from. Sixteen year old Allysin Taylor looked from the chow mien to her father and frowned. “I always give you a hug and kiss when you come home and why are you eating ALL of the chow mien??”
Mac had to laugh seeing her pout and a shake of his head. “You snooze you lose, little girl.” A wink after another bite. “And there’s more there if you want it. I know you, you endless expanse of hunger.”
Sin – as he, and everyone at the lab, called her – brightened up and turned her gaze to the different boxes on the table in front of them and began rooting through, snatching up the orange chicken and a pair of chopsticks and settling back, curled up against him. “So how was work?” she asked as she began on the food.
Mac shrugged slightly at her question and poked at the noodles in his box. “Was work. How else can it go? We got what we needed and wrapped it all up nicely.” A shifty look at her chicken and he quickly reached in while she was taking a bite and snagged a piece for himself, a chuckle when she squealed “HEY!” and popped it into his mouth. After chewing a bit, he snorted at her and went back to his own. “When you pay for it you can complain.”
Sin gave the best evil eye she could which of course wouldn’t mean much or last long for that matter as she went back to her own food. “Well that’s good then that you got them, huh?” A look up as she ate another piece of chicken and a smile. She was extremely proud of her father…yeah so there was a massive case of hero worship there.
‘Work’ was the NYPD crime lab for Mac. He was the lead investigator, a detective first grade, and ran the CSI department. He’d been doing it for nearly 20 years now and Sin wouldn’t be prouder of him.
A look shot at the TV and a snort. "CNN.....really papi..." and a sideways look as he went back to eyeing her chicken again.”Don't you get enough of that cra--"
"Allysin, language." He said as his gaze moved from her food to her face.
An eye roll. "Sorry....don't you get enough of that mess at work?"
He had to smirk and moved, setting the chow mien down and picking up another little box with some Mongolian beef and moving to sit back once more. "Yes I do, darling...but I also have to see what's going on around New York," And a smirk sideways at her. "That's how you learn everything."
She stopped chewing and looked at him, the edge of her bangs falling against her lashes. "Oh that's right....you're omnipotent."
Mac nodded. "That's right. And don't forget it."
Sin just shook her head but then her attention was caught by the bulletin that flashed on the screen. "Loser..." she mumbled.
Mac threw a look at her quickly but turned up the reporter and his story about the serial killer in Chicago and how he's been at it for weeks now and the CPD were no closer than when he started. Mac frowned at the idea of this guy raping and mutilating teenage girls. So okay...Mac had a bit more than just an employment interest now. "Hush" he said softly and turned his full attention back to the TV.
Yeah granted he was in Chicago, but so had Mac been at one time and it hadn’t been all that difficult to get to New York. So as the CNN report went on about how they had found another 15 year old brutally raped and tortured, now bringing his total up to 13, the Chicago PD were nowhere near catching this lunatic.
"Daaaaaaddy..." she whined as she finished off the chicken and snatched up the leftover chow mien he'd set down.”I wanna watch a movie."
Mac sighed softly and looked at her. "All right. What?"
Happy little I still got it grin and she picked up the remote and hit the DVD button and "Forrest Gump" started. Mac had to laugh gently, shaking his head and a quiet, "All right all right, brat. We'll watch the movie."
Three hours later, he yawned and stretched best he could with a blonde head asleep on his lap. Having commandeered the remote once more since the credits to the movie weren't particularly thrilling but a smirk down at said sleeping blonde. Well at least she’d made it past the wedding scene near the end, he turned off the DVD player which clicked it back onto the news. And more about the killer.
Mac growled. “If he was here he wouldn’t be roaming free…” he said softly to himself. A shift and a mumble from the blonde and he sighed and turned off the TV and gently woke Allysin up. Helping her to get to bed – she was a horrible baby when you had to wake her – then going around and shutting off lights and double checking the door to make sure it was locked, he finally made his own way to bed and after getting ready and changing into a t-shirt and pajama bottoms – miraculously he DID have matching tops to all of the bottoms 7 years ago – he climbed into bed and stared at the ceiling for the longest time. Something didn’t seem right. Why couldn’t CPD nail this guy? No one could ever be THAT elusive…..and after another hour, and listening to Sin's steady breathing in her room nearby, he finally turned onto his side and fell asleep.,
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[26 Apr 2008|02:56am] |
....my life is so damn difficult???
I find someone I'm crazy about and who likes me.....and we're really great together....but his friends are complete assholes and they're teasing him constantly about me being jailbait when i'm NOT...by a few months....but because he's 35....they won't leave him alone.
He's gone this weekend.
Left early this morning on a red-eye to NY. Has some work to do back there with the company he works for and he's going to catch a ball game. Mets.
His favorite team. -smirk-
I never really cared for baseball till I met him. He was gonna be a pro...but got hurt and....well....he's doing what he's doing now.
It's all right. I don't mind. I can sit through a game with one of those stupid foam fingers and drice him nuts with it...and i love wearing baseball caps...be they from a team or not xD so it's all good.
But....he's getting ready to settle down he says.
And I"m terrified.
What if it's not with me? What if I was the 'flavor of the week'? What if....
Well the "what if's" are starting to bum me out. If I lost him I don't know what I'd do. He's my whole world and I can't see anything else but me and him for the rest of my life. Yeah...I know. Sucks completely. And yeah I'm that much of a romantic....so's he!!
I dunno....I just miss him so much right now.....
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[20 Apr 2008|01:28pm] |
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http://cdbaby.com/cd/ceesau
GO there and listen.
Carmine and Mikey and John worked hard and rehearsed and practiced and ....well....it came out awesome! But then I love the lug so what can I say. Actually I'm not biased as one might think. It's actually very good. Even my sister and my cousins say so and they HATE Nirvana/PearlJam/garage bands. -nod-
I torment and tease all the time.
There's a line in "Jumpin Jack Flash" with Whoopi Goldberg that she's trying to get the lyrics of the song (JJF) and she has to listen to it OVER and OVER again....and at one point she's pounding on the floor saying "Mick Mick Mick! Learn to speak english!"
-stare-
See where it's going?
iisten to the music.
Carmine's Italian/Norweigan. 2nd generation born here. English should be his first language. -shifty look- Damn good thing he's cute. *KOFF*
Like I said...I tease a LOT.
But his voice is killer especially on Sunshine. Just...for GODS sake don't try and figger out the words....just take a quaalude and enjoy the rhythms xD
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[10 Apr 2008|07:34am] |
FINALLY!
YES!!
It's finally come all the way around to OUR way of seeing things, folks!! LINDSAY is going the way of the dodo bird!!
I was becoming increasingly upset at the fact that this little tramp from youknowwhere waltzes in and within 2 seasons is throwing her angst-covered, whiny ass, can do NO wrong, bitch self into the lab and solving EVERY crime and THEN she's doing it on Danny. Yeah...so I feel for the guy. AHEM.
He's JUST not ready for a permanent relationship yet. But still this annoying FANGIRL character is giving him shit because he forgets her birthday (REALLY now how many guys remember their girl's birthdays??) and now she's all "wah wah you didn't want to go out to lunch with me because you were sleeping with the bimbo across the hall because you both lost that kid"
Well in all fairness ho-bag doesn't know about the other woman yet.
But then why should she?
LM was NEVER there for the poor guy!! When his brother was beaten into a coma and then when 10 year old Ruben, the little boy across the hall (the aforementioned 'other woman's son) is killed in a bodega shootout when Danny sends the kid home and loses track of him...the guy is going to feel GUILTY.
WAS LM THERE??? NO!!!
She was just going along in the lab acting like she had nothing better to do than show everyone up with her crap.
-stare-
When SHE was all angtsy and crying and pissing and moaning and LEFT to go back home for some trial DIDN'T EVEN TELL HIM....and then HE FLEW OUT THERE TO SUPPORT HER (and this was all after working TWO double shifts, mind you) ......and now she's giving D this hard time about "I see you've chosen to keep all your grief inside AND I LOVE YOU"
-blink-
If I was Danny I would have pulled my gun and shot her right between the eyes before she was able to turn around.
THAT WAS SO FUCKING COLD!!!!
Lindsay NEEDS TO GET OFF THIS SHOW.
Anna Belknap may be a fine actress, but the character has NO place around here. Now D's gonna be so fucking distracted that he's liable to get hurt and WAITAMINUTE!!! Will SHE be there???
No.
She'll be off angtsing somewhere about how HE didn't tell her HE was dying in a HAIL of GUNFIRE and HE doesn't LOVE her back.
Get a fucking life, Lindsay.
As far as my ideas go....I'm going to go jot down a little fanfic where she gets her comeuppance. I promise it'll be tight and fun.
At least for those of us who "understand".
Interested? PM or email me and put LMD in the subject line
csibratny@aol.com
Love to all.
Time to celebrate
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