Lucy’s Dilemma

I’m such an old lady.  Seriously.  I have been working on laundry so I can get packed for tomorrow and very little else this evening.  The ex picked up the kids earlier so the house is very quiet.  There is a whole lot of not a damn thing on TV.  I’ve been watching the movie Girl Interrupted.  I have forgotten how much I love this movie.  The performances are just so good.  Winona Ryder, Brittany Murphy, Whoopi Goldberg and of course Angelina Jolie.

Okay, guess its time for me to move that last load of laundry and I should head to bed because I have to get up early tomorrow. 

Like a year and a half ago, a gorgeous 13 year old girl who lived in my tiny little suburb of the horrible city I live in (St. Louis) hung herself. Megan Meier hung herself because of a “boy” she had ‘met’ on MySpace. He had sweet talked her. He had (cyber) whispered sweet nothings to her. He told her she was beautiful. He told her she was wanted.

Then one day, out of the blue, with no warning, he sent her a MySpace message that said that the world would be better off without her. An hour after that message, this gorgeous child hung herself. She was distraught over the sudden and horrible emotional turn of this boy who had sworn that he loved her that she felt her only way to cope was to die.

The kicker?

The “boy” who was causing all this anguish with this 13 year old girl was really a MIDDLE AGED WOMAN. Apparently Megan had been friends with this horrible, nasty woman’s daughter and they had gotten into a fight. So this ALLEGED adult decided to “get even” with this 13 year old child for getting into a fight with her kid by creating a MySpace page, pretending to be a 16 year old boy that was interested in Megan. All of this was done for the SOLE purpose of destroying this 13 year old emotionally.

Okay, in case you missed it…a GROWN MOTHER FUCKING WOMAN decided to get even with a 13 year old child by torturing her via MySpace. Words cannot describe the disgust I feel for this woman. Yes, I am sure that she didn’t intend for the child to commit suicide, but there HAD to be a much more adult way to deal with this situation.

Megan’s parents have been working to find a way to hold this stupid, nasty whore legally liable for their daughter’s death since 2006 when they discovered that Lori Drew (the stupid, nasty whore) was actually the culprit behind her death, legally responsible. My local county and the stupid fucking city I live in consistently said they couldn’t do anything because there are no local laws regarding cyber bullying.

I am so glad that that Megan’s family didn’t give up. Charges were filed today against that disgusting woman out of Los Angeles, CA. FELONY charges. She needs to be held responsible for what she did. Fortunately for the Meier family, MySpace is headquartered in Los Angeles and THEY have laws on the books regarding cyber-bullying. So, the charges were filed in California against Lori Drew.

Lori Drew directly contributed to the death of an absolutely gorgeous, vibrant 13 year old girl. Her gross actions directly contributed to that child’s mental state which lead to her death. I do not understand how Lori Drew can sleep at night knowing that she killed an innocent child out of pure selfishness and malice.

I can say this. There is a super special place in HELL reserved for people like Lori Drew. And that is too good for her and her kind.

I’ve still not quite recovered from my trip to Houston last week.

(and….oh my fuck @ the end of tonight’s CSI…..)

So, even though I am worn out beyond ever loving belief from my trip of debauchery in Houston, I am headed out of town again this weekend.  This weekend I am headed over to Indy to hang out with Miss Laci, Miss Monique and Miss Sodapop. Miss Laci and I are going to see Panic At The Disco on Sunday night.  While that is very cool (I do love me some Panic At The Disco), even better will be getting to hang out with mah bitches.

Unfortunately, my boss is being a bit of a douche and will NOT let me take the day off work tomorrow, not even a half day.  I can’t work all day and then make that 5 hour drive to Indy afterwards (I am not 22 years old any more ya know?), so I am going to get up and head to Indy early Saturday morning.  I am so looking forward to see mah girls.  The weekend of Miss Sodapop’s baptism the Terror Quadruplets were not whole because Miss Monique couldn’t join us due to school issues.  This will be the first time we’ve all been together since last August.  Seriously, that is WAY too long.

The big question remains….will any of us get a new tattoo?  Because ya know, we seem to do that when we all get together.  I’m just sayin’.

I am a mess of emotions this evening.  I am happy.  I am a little drunk.  I am depressed.  I am pissed.  I am forlorn.  I am thrilled.  I am creative.  I am nostalgic.

I am pretty much everything tonight.

I downloaded a file that contained the top 1000 songs of the last 30 years.  God, listening to even a sampling of these songs brings back an unbelievable torrent of memories.  From when I was 5.  From when I was 10.  From when I was 15.  From when I was 25.

I am incredibly and utterly emotionally attached to music.  I think part of it is because I am a musician myself.  Because of that I have an emotional connection to music in a way that I seriously don’t think anyone can understand (unless they are a musician as well).

So, tonight has been a roller coaster for me.  Not necessarily a bad thing, but not necessarily a good thing.  Ya know?

When I got home last night, I immediately dove into the box from England that Penelope had sent me as my prize in the raffle for Lisa. This is what was in there (I’m going from memory on this because all the stuff is at home). 

• A package of Cadbury milk chocolate bars (which I hear are so much better than the US version)
• A package of Cadbury Flake chocolate bars
• A package of Smarties that look NOTHING like the Smarties we have here
• A package of vanilla fudge made with clotted cream
• A box of real English Breakfast Tea
• A box of shortbread cookies (Oh, how I do love me some good shortbread cookies)
• A cool refigerator magnet of the Union Jack that flashes when you turn it (I just have to convince my son that it doesn’t need to be running 24/7 so the battery will last)

I’m sure I’m forgetting something here, but I think I got most of it.  It’s awesome!!!  Thanks Penelope! 

I am sitting in the Houston airport, waiting to board my flight home.  I wish I didn’t have to go home.  :(  Don’t get me wrong, I miss my kids, I miss my dogs, I miss my house.  I just wish it were all here because I hate St. Louis so much.  I already miss Andi like crazy.

The friends that came over last night were the same ones from the night before when I got wrecked (see the post below this one for details).  And once again, I got pretty wrecked.  They didn’t leave until 2am last night….and I pretty immediately passed out on Andi’s couch.  Where I slept in a tequila fueled pseudo-coma until 8:30 when my 13 year old terrorist sent me a text message wishing me a happy mothers day.  Awww….so sweet.  It’s what keeps her alive, I’m telling ya.  Occasional bouts of humanness and sweetness to balance out the overwhelming female teenage nasty.

So, I am just worn the hell out from this trip, but in a very good way ~ ya know?  This is the good kind of tired.  It’s the tired from having SO. DAMN. MUCH. FUN.

*le sigh*

Okay, so now that I am a little more sober and not hungover, I’ll give y’all the details of my trip.

I got here Wednesday and met up with a bunch of people at the Irish Pub we used to hang out in all the time. Had a great time, had quite a few drinks (okay, that is a bit of an understatement, I had several shots of tequila and several tall beers), made it back to Andi’s place and had some dinner and fell into bed to die.

Last night was something else entirely. I got WRECKED! Saw some more friends at a different bar, then went back to Andi’s for some more junk food for dinner (seriously, I’ve eaten WAY too much this weekend) and had some other friends come over. They are just a bad influence on me, seriously. Got completely and utterly shitfaced. Thankfully, I was drinking tequila which typically doesn’t give me a hangover. Yay!

We got up and ran some errands that she needed run today. It is so bloody hot and humid here already. My 2 1/2 years away from this place has destroyed my ability to tolerate this nasty heat and humidity. I might be able to get it back though….

On Wednesday Andi and I went up to my former office building (we worked together, that is how we met each other) and every single person I ran into practically begged me to come back. My old senior manager saw me standing there and came over, gave me a giant hug and asked me how I liked St. Louis. I flat out told him that I HATE it. I hate the job, I hate a lot of the people and I hate the way they operate. He basically laid out a red carpet for me to return to Houston if I wanted to. And boy, do I ever want to.

Have no idea what we are planning on doing tonight yet, except that I think some more friends are coming over tonight to hang out ~ then I head back to hell St. Louis tomorrow.

OH!  GUESS WHAT???  Remember the raffle that Miss Ann organized to raise money to send Lisa and her family to Disneyworld?  I WON SOMETHING!!!!  ZOMG!  I won a care package of goodies from Penelope in England.  She mailed them and they arrived at my house yesterday.  I will dig into it and report out later what was in it.  Thank you so much Penelope!

More details in a post later today, but just wanted to let y’all know I’m still alive and kickin.

I will say this however….

Holy noodles, I’m getting too old to party like I have been for several days in a row while here in Houston.

Houston is inarguably my favorite place to live. I walked off the plane this afternoon and felt that familiar heat and humidity and immediately thought “I’M HOME”. I miss this place like a fat kid misses chocolate. I had drinks with friends tonight and took pictures, which I will upload tomorrow when I am sober. LOL