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Hello! I have not been on here in a moon or two.... [Mar. 3rd, 2007|04:35 pm]
DeadBride7
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[mood |chipperchipper]
[music |Cancerslug]

Hello my old LJ pals! How is everyone? I haven't been on here in a coon's age!
Things are goin pretty swell. I am living in 5 points with Jane/Jim...some of you know Him/Her around Huntsville as Jackie Chan or by Her music 'TENSESTRIPPER'. We are in a polyamerous/swinger BDSM relationship and I am Her sub. Most of you who know me know I am NOT a sub in any other area of my life ;) In fact I am in search of a slave or two right now and have been for a minute. Anyhow, I am doing swell, have a handful of businesess, a maid service, a web design business at http://www.aadiawebsolutions.homestead.com/ and I am still a pro dominatrix. My father attempted suicide again and I am having Him commited, besides that there has not been the level of choas I used to have in my world. Mom is learning to walk again after Her accident last year. I am sober for the most part. I see my kids when I can...when my ex hubby is not being a dick. I have been getting involved at the Flying Monkey Arts Center, Jim and I have been writing poetry for open mike night, He has been working on His D.J. music and I have been getting back into doing art etc...and that is about it. I had lost control of my e-mail associated with this account due to identity theft but I proved to MSN that the account was mine fuinally so here I am back in black. So good to be back. I am addicted to starbucks and myspace just like the rest of America...so, if you want to find me on myspace to see more of what has been happening my name on there is Demighoul Girl. Catch you all later xo Vamplustgrl
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HELP! I need a temporary place to stay! [Jun. 24th, 2006|08:29 am]
DeadBride7
[Current Location |Huntsville, Alabama]
[mood |anxiousanxious]
[music |Johnny Cash]

PLEASE HELP ME???
I need a place to stay temporarily until I can find an apartment, no longer than a month but probably much less. I rented a storage unit and already moved my valuables, my computer and electrronics, clothes I do not wear, and some of my sentimental stuff just in case someone else trys to rob me. For those who do not know, someone broke into my house Thursday while I was asleep and stole my money, my credit cards and my nerve pills. They could have hurt me. I have also had my porch vandalised, potted plants thrown against the house, ketchup smeared all over my car, rotten poisoned meat put in my dog's dish and He got sick from it, my car keyed, and keep getting prank phone calls. Jim is staying with me to protect me till I get the rest of my stuff. If He is not here then Wolf has been here.
I am willing to pay for a room if someone out there can rent me one for two or three weeks. I can pay in advance. I have a house trained well behaved dog, He is a black dog named Fonzie and He has a profile on my friend's list. I also have 2 grade school age children who visit with me for a couple of days through the week, if it is a problem then I can visit with them at a friend's house. Please let me know if you can help me! I am really scared and I need to get out of this neighborhood fast!
xoxo,
Mistress Memory
256-534-7499 home
256-227-2094 cell
E-mail: mistressghoulslug@yahoo.com
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Hello old friends and concubines ;) [Mar. 9th, 2006|09:21 pm]
DeadBride7
Sorry I have not been around lately. I have been a little busy.
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Mutant ratts, Paris Hilton, appliance removal and HAZMAT, I love this hell! [Jan. 5th, 2006|06:00 am]
DeadBride7
[mood |amusedamused]
[music |Pet Semetary]

Sorry I have not been around much lately. I have become addicted to myspace, but I cannot forget my friends here, I miss you guys!

Damn! Haha, where do I begin? I live in the ghetto, yet none like you have ever seen or experienced. This place is somewhere between 'Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil' verses 'Jerry Springer' It is a real love/hate place. All of the people who live here say they want to move every month, but there is this sick sense of wonder that keeps us all here. Like almost the end of a suspense novel that you have to get through the last 100 pages before you sleep but it never ends. Exciting and exausting. Thrilling and annoying.

I remember Thanksgiving was extra eventful as I got to witness a real turkey being thrown at a woman by her husband and she promptly took off after him never spilling her beer. That was cool. Then the same day there was the local drug dealer who hit the dumpster in his cadilac and pushed it down the block then passed out in his sunday's finest suspenders, crack pipe in one hand, needle in the other with his family of ten chaseing on foot behind. That is the kind of drama that really cracks me up! Gimme some white trash drama over games of the heart anyday!

So, today was a real jewel and it has spawned the need in me to share with my beloved pals who are addicted to a perfect world in a box. I awoke with a phone call and a knock to the door. Shaking off the Xanex haze I answered the phone and the door at the same time. The wacked alcoholic landlords son ran extension cords through the house to fix my falling in kitchen floors a day before the housing authority is supposed to inspect, while I rushed around cell in one hand phone in the other, clipboard full of work to be finished in the same hand as my cell. Asking children if they had eaten or needed drinks as I juggled all the daily tasks at hand. Dog begins getting sick and my neighbor comes over screaming her cat had been poisoned. So accidently pulling the real phone off the table, still with cell and clipboard in hand I rush outside to see several neighbors with arms of leaves covering all these green chemical puddles. Someone from down the block said her dogs were sick also, so with one of my friends advise I called the fire dept. The kids were all on the porch mesmerized by the huge fire trucks and I smiled at having caused such entertainment for them. Come to find out the business that is behind my house had a huge barrel of chemicals with a pump in it and a pipe that led into the street covered by trees so you could not see it. My phone is ringing off the hook as well as my cell. A little black girl who I call Paris Hilton because she is always carrys her dog in her arm calls and comes by to pick up something while the HAZMAT truck pulls up, sirens could be heard all over Huntsville. Kids are watching and laughing, I am still writing and talking to people on the cell, making business calls, saw buzzing from under the floor, giving the dog some Gatoraid per the Vet's advise. The news team shows up, camera's flashing, kids watch horror movies and out the door at all the chaos. Twenty people float in and out of the house, up and down the street, my phone constantly ringing or me making calls, writing on my clipboard, typing on the computer, give the landlord's son a narcotic so he does not drink too much and finishes the job so we don't fall through the floor, tell the kids to take a shower. My roommate shows up and takes out a dead ratt in a trap, I think they get so big because of the damn chemicals, mutant ratts big as cats! The stove, bike, screen door and refridgerator that decorated my yard for so long are moved by workers, I guess so the news camera won't pick up a shot of how Kromis neglects her ghetto. Speaking of Ms. Kromis, the wicked landlady of this fine Love Canal scoots down the street in a Micheal Jackson moonwalk with her little vicious Taco Bell doglike barking assistant. Kids laughing and playing, uncle shows up, two friends stop by, one calls, I am trying to continue working talking to ten people at once it seems. Dog barfs again, landlord's son emerges from under the porch, beer in hand talking in spirals, asking uncle how mom is, friends move my new computer in, tell the kids not to play too close to the street, drop the cell, clean up dog barf, be courteous on the phone and remember to act professional, write on my paper taking notes, laugh at the landlord's son's weird joke I don't understand, vietnam vet and his niece stop in to add to the clusterfuck and the dog barfs again. Call the vet, more Gatoraid for Fonzie, pop a pill, tell the kids to get their stuff together, put on some lipstick, squeeze a ciggarette in, and talk to the investigator about the chemical spill.

A friendly firefighter comes to thank me for calling, He says that they had been pumping chemicals into the nieghborhood for years and that the ground water might be contaminated for a mile around us, and that if my dog has to go to the vet the owner of the chemicals will pay. My kid's father and his lady show up, she is sick so I try to help, daughter crying cause she does not like goodbyes, I wave till they are out of sight, a pain going through my gut because I will miss them.

Back to work, take a friend to the doctor, watch HAZMAT leave as we do, while my friend is in the doctor's office I pass out for a kind 20 minutes, get coffee drinks, visit with uncle till 1:00 a.m., flirt with a guy on the computer, pop a pill, try to hook up the computer, run into a million issues getting it hooked up, friend calls to gossip, fuck off on myspace for a moment to write this, pop a couple of pills and now back to work.

WHEW! It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood! And I find time to get bored? WTF?!?! The cool thing is I stay absolutely entertained and busy as fuck everyday, I will rest when I am dead. And the pay off is that everything gets done. I guess the chemicals are what is wrong with all the weirdos around here, that includes me! We are all Toxic! The dog is feeling a little better now, poor guy.
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Mom's accident and updates... [Dec. 28th, 2005|04:33 am]
DeadBride7
Hydrocodone and bezo not working


I cannot wait to get home and dance to some real music. I got the Johnny Cash Murder collection, has all of his murder songs...it fucking kicks ass! I also got Dead Can Dance's new c.d. and a couple of rockabilly c.d.s and a c.d. player. I love this song:

"Delia's Gone"

Delia, oh, Delia Delia all my life
If I hadn't have shot poor
Delia I'd have had her for my wife
Delia's gone, one more round Delia's gone

I went up to Memphis
And I met Delia there Found her in her parlor
And I tied to her chair
Delia's gone, one more round Delia's gone

She was low down and trifling
And she was cold and mean
Kind of evil make me want to Grab my sub machine
Delia's gone, one more round Delia's gone

First time I shot her I shot her in the side
Hard to watch her suffer
But with the second shot she died
Delia's gone, one more round Delia's gone

But jailer, oh, jailer Jailer,
I can't sleep 'Cause all around my bedside
I hear the patter of Delia's feet
Delia's gone, one more round Delia's gone

So if you woman's devilish
You can let her run
Or you can bring her down and do her
Like Delia got done
Delia's gone, one more round Delia's gone



Yeah, I think it is so beautiful. We are hittin the road in the morning. I cannot wait to go the hell home. I miss home. I love having a home of my own, it will get better...I have to allow myself to be a little off in the head sometimes cause i am doing killer compared to a couple of months ago! Need to learn to be good to myself and develope some passion about life. Travel and see the world without having to depend on anyone. Become myself again, no, for the first time! I am excited.

Yeah, mom got in an accident down here and broke her neck between c3 and c6 she may never walk again but she is getting moved tommarrow to rehab and I am coming home. I look so forward to it. She has the right attitude to get as much functioning as possible. Yeah, single life is strange. I have gone out with a few guys....their are guys who actually treat me nice....weird. I am staying single for a long time and I look forward to it. So many beautiful boys and girls but i will never give my heart away till I am myself again, or perhaps for the first time. Stolen youth I have to recover from and just work with what i have...
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Dead [Nov. 24th, 2005|09:11 pm]
DeadBride7
"FOR I HAVE ALWAYS WANTED TO BE TOUCHED BY THE DEAD; I HAVE WANTED THEM TO HAUNT ME; I HAVE EVEN HOPED THAT THEY WILL RISE UP AND INHABIT ME"
-PETER STALLYBRASS
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I want to wake up! [Nov. 22nd, 2005|10:16 am]
DeadBride7
Time for me to grow up. I have been up all night working on the phone and computer. Done some thinking. I don't want to be a victim in life anymore and I don't want to have to depend on anyone for anything. It is rather rediculous what I have become at my age. I cannot let my fear and emotions run my days anymore. So many people in my life; family, friends and lovers have given up all hope for me ever taking responsibility for my own life. I had given up as well. No, I don't think I do give up now. I changed my mind. I have decided to start to believe in myself again like I did when I was young. I am going to be happy again and be in the position to be able to help other people who have been tainted and damaged by themselves and life's trials. I am dog sitting today and my home looks like a dog pound! My landlord was going to evict this woman for having too many pets and she works for an animal shelter so I am hiding her dogs so the landlord can come inspect her house. I think it is bullshit that the landlord wants to throw her out because of her dogs...it would be different if she neglected them but all of these dogs have had shots, are fat, cared for, housebroken and well mannered. There are 3 cuddly Jack Russel puppies and their mommy dog in my bathroom and 5 dogs in kennels in my kitchen. And poor Fonzy (my dog) is staying in the backyard today. It feels good doing something that matters. So much dumb shit I worry about and am insecure about does not matter. I want a life and I intend on getting one. I want to really enjoy things and not dread every day or worry about what everyday situation might send me into a veil of tears or an enraged fit of anger. Fuck that. I need to surround myself with cool people who support my dreams and with whom I can support theirs together...real friends. I have no business being back in a relationship for a very, very long time and I refuse to sell out or settle for less than I am worth due to insecurity or fear. I have had the love of my life, John and he will always be loved and believed in by me. He is out there in a paradise seeking his happiness and dreams. But I cannot be afraid anymore. I have to trust that he will be alright, that he cares about me and focus on my own life right now. Kathy and Alex are supposed to come over tonight...can't wait to hang out with them. Always a devilish pleasure to have some of my favorite people's around! Those that understand my strange behaviors.
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I want to wake up! [Nov. 22nd, 2005|10:16 am]
DeadBride7
Time for me to grow up. I have been up all night working on the phone and computer. Done some thinking. I don't want to be a victim in life anymore and I don't want to have to depend on anyone for anything. It is rather rediculous what I have become at my age. I cannot let my fear and emotions run my days anymore. So many people in my life; family, friends and lovers have given up all hope for me ever taking responsibility for my own life. I had given up as well. No, I don't think I do give up now. I changed my mind. I have decided to start to believe in myself again like I did when I was young. I am going to be happy again and be in the position to be able to help other people who have been tainted and damaged by themselves and life's trials. I am dog sitting today and my home looks like a dog pound! My landlord was going to evict this woman for having too many pets and she works for an animal shelter so I am hiding her dogs so the landlord can come inspect her house. I think it is bullshit that the landlord wants to throw her out because of her dogs...it would be different if she neglected them but all of these dogs have had shots, are fat, cared for, housebroken and well mannered. There are 3 cuddly Jack Russel puppies and their mommy dog in my bathroom and 5 dogs in kennels in my kitchen. And poor Fonzy (my dog) is staying in the backyard today. It feels good doing something that matters. So much dumb shit I worry about and am insecure about does not matter. I want a life and I intend on getting one. I want to really enjoy things and not dread every day or worry about what everyday situation might send me into a veil of tears or an enraged fit of anger. Fuck that. I need to surround myself with cool people who support my dreams and with whom I can support theirs together...real friends. I have no business being back in a relationship for a very, very long time and I refuse to sell out or settle for less than I am worth due to insecurity or fear. I have had the love of my life, John and he will always be loved and believed in by me. He is out there in a paradise seeking his happiness and dreams. But I cannot be afraid anymore. I have to trust that he will be alright, that he cares about me and focus on my own life right now. Kathy and Alex are supposed to come over tonight...can't wait to hang out with them. Always a devilish pleasure to have some of my favorite people's around! Those that understand my strange behaviors.
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I need new friends and some old ones now more than ever. [Nov. 16th, 2005|06:57 am]
DeadBride7
[mood |blankblank]

I am not parinoid this time.

I recieved a letter from John. He has moved to Florida. He has not read my e-mails or anything. I have poured out my soul and it fell on deaf ears. He said "Goodbye." and never said he loved me at all. I have been so nice since he left and offered him my friendship and unconditional love, tried to understand, forgiveness for everything he ever did, apologized for my wrongs and offered him anything he needs. Told him I would always be here and that I would watch over his mother while he was gone. And now he lives in Florida, all settled in, getting a job and forgeting me. So many people lied to me and have been rude that I thought were both of our friends. It does not make me angry but really breaks me down that I trusted so much. I feel hurt by everyone involved. I hope they are all celebrating my pain. This is mean.
I burn bridges and sabatoge relationships before the other person has a chance to leave me or hurt me. Then I seek a bunch of sympathy for running amuck as a victim screaming for mercy. Yes, sick it is quite in a way but also self protective. When I catch a glimpse of someone I love catching the bottom of my skirt on fire I am like, okay, fine, lets catch my whole body on fire and yours too motherfucker! Then everyone is dead and I am some burnt crawly thing covered in ashes slithering around undead all alone.
Why I should care about people who reject me or do not want to be my friends? Probably going back to my childhood when I could never please my father and always chased after him to love me and be proud of me I guess. But I have always chosen lovers and friends like that who are so filled with their own issues they don't have the capacity to love anyone but themsleves.
One thing I will say in my own defense is that noone can blame me for at least being honest.
I miss my love but he wanted to go and there is nothing I can do about it. So, I will leave him alone and I guess try to accept his goodbye even though it is so hard to believe. And the people around him who are his influences now, I will stop beating a dead horse trying to be close to them.
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Hot off the AP wire! [Nov. 7th, 2005|02:41 pm]
DeadBride7
I have no idea if John has broken up with me for good or not...when he called me drunk he said one thing then another. I don't think he knows himself. So, I am going on with life. I would however appreciate a courtesy call as he was my best friend for 6 years...but you never know a person now do ya? However, here are some things I have heard:

CURRENT JOHN SPOTTINGS:

-- John spotted at the Coppertop sipping martinis with Jimmy Hoffa
-- John spotted recklessly scaling the Leaning Tower of Pisa
-- A wooly John, spotted by a frightened elf, stalking Santa at the North Pole
-- A stark-naked John has been spotted at New York bar Coyote Ugly; patrons report him swinging from the ceiling fan with what looked like dollar bills clenched in his teeth.
-- John spotted at a rural mobile home village, with his pants around his ankles and a 40 oz. beverage in hand, swaying to and fro while singing "this is how we do it at tha trailer park par-tay!"

The last sighting is probably the most possible as this is how I found him 6 years ago.

Currently watching:
Don't Be a Menace to South Central While Drinking Your Juice in The Hood (Unrated Miramax Collector's Edition)
Release date: By 20 September, 2005
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