31 July, 2003 - 1:20 a.m.
I know, I know, I haven't updated this in for-freakin-ever. You wanna know the deal?
Maddie's a year old. Walking, talking, playing, giggling, cuteness.
Her father and I are, as of this particular moment, not going to make it. I'm saving my money because he's a good father, but he overstepped his bounds when he got into it with Brandon in an IM window.
Y'all remember Brandon, right? My old Veggie? We got back together as of last Sunday night. I don't even say that there are plans right now, but over time, there are things that will be done, things that will happen, and when [and if] they do, then they do, and if not, it's back to Independent Woman part 2 for me. Which I wouldn't mind. Either way, I'm back in the same shoes I was in 4 years ago right about now, but as opposed to being young and naive about it, I'm a jaded, bitter, bitch that sees everything with a wary eye. Even love.
I don't hang out here much, because like I said to Kellybutton, I have to code my entries. Where I am now, there's not much coding [it operates like MSWord], and not as many people know about it.
I guess this is my way of saying goodbye to my DLand. Weird, huh?
I was such a drama queen when I started this. Then again, I was 25 and naive. Now that I'm 28 and a little on the been there done that tip, I kinda cringe. A bottle of Arbor Mist when I broke up with David...the LiveStock / Fort Myers disaster...Vague...being pregnant...Maddie...My life has changed so much in a little over 2 years.
And yet, the funny thing is...
...part of me is either back where I started...
...or right where I should have been all along.
Anyway, off to elsewhere I go. Find me if you wish, leave a note or something.
Love to all,
Angela
