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Just finished the tale about Wrath in Gena Showalter's Lords of the Underworld series. Although there were a lot of things I liked about the book, there were some major plot issues that I didn't really care for. I did not like that Aeron lost Wrath. I didn't like that Olivia became a full angel again. I didn't like that Legion got turned into a human looking female, and I didn't like that the "new" Aeron is both sans demon and sans tattoos.

There are other plot deveolpments in the series as the whole that I'm just not sure about. I think too many religious pantheons are involved.

Today I spent the morning helping Mom create a new email account, because gmail is not user friendly, and a Facebook account. She was able to find everyone on FB but me. Guess I had my privacy settings locked down a bit tight. I opened it up, and she was finally able to see me.

Last night the "You're a Loser" Demon paid a visit, but I was able to talk myself down from it. I just told myself that it's the disease talking, that none of it is real. I actually had to talk out loud to myself before the demon finally quieted down, but it worked.

... because she's tired of heroic white women saving the downtrodden black kid. Then she goes on to write about what most white people want, how they see themselves, what they think about black people or people of color. And I bet she never once thinks of herself as a racist. Typical.

Why can't people see that so long as you identify yourself as being a part of a race first and humanity second, that you are a racist, that you are part of the problem?

Today I found out that my lovely niece landed a new job as an office manager. I'm so very, very proud of her, but god it makes me feel like such a failure, such a loser. With the exception of Thad, all of my nieces and nephews are grown now, starting new lives. They're all entering the career stage of their lives, and they're all doing very well. I'm so proud of them. This is what I've always wanted for them, but it certainly makes me take a hard look at myself.

I don't like what I see.

Maybe if I had a job I'd feel differently.

I just get the feeling that if I was drowning in a pool, and Spike Lee walked by and saw me, saw that I was drowning, he would also see that I was white and he'd just keep walking. That's the impression he gives me.

The proper use of a Help Forum:

1. Scan threads looking for those that look like they might be about your issue.
2. Check the date of the thread to make sure that it's recent.
3. Read the first post in the thread to see if the author is having the same problem that you are.
4. Look at the responses to see if other people are also having the same problem.
5. If there are 10 or more people reporting the same problem within a couple of hours, exit the forum.
6. Only if you feel the number of people reporting the issue is not enough to tell support the problem is wide spread and needs attention soon, should you post a reply.
7. If the problem persists, keep checking the forum to see if someone has posted a solution or given an ETA on when the problem should be fixed.

Honey, you're so pretty, but you make decisions like an ugly girl.

I am at an age when I must accept the role I have in my world, and my own responsibility for how I got here. I can look back and see the road I've traveled, (the corners turned, the bridges burned, the scenery around me, the people traveling with me, and most of all the One Way sign); and I can pinpoint the choices that have brought me to where I am today. Certainly, I still have choices to make, so I can't think that what I'm experiencing is complacency. It's just a simple acceptance of who I am and where I am.

I spoke to Helen today. I called her a few days ago to ask her for a letter of recommendation from my old PG days. It was so good to hear her voice. It made me miss her. Out of all the places I've ever worked in my life, I enjoyed working at PG the most, despite Psycho D, because of the wonderful friends I made. There were Helen, and Michelle, and Theresa, and Martha, and Delisha, and Cynthia, Dana, Louis, John, Charlotte, Cathy, Liz ... just so many wonderful people that it was such a privlege to know.

Talking to Helen today made me miss them all even more. I loved those people.

Inspired to work on Sralos.com because of the new design and the fact that I have so much time on my hands, I've decided to finally transfer the old AOL stories to this site. The process is likely to be time consuming, which is good. :) And this kind of task sharpens the mind.

First, I'll have to look over the old stories and see how best to organize them. Next, I'll have to find a way to credit the author. I do not even know the real names of most of the people I used to game with, so the only thing I can think of to do is to credit the user name of whomever made the original post.