Invincible Sword Goddess

Well, the pooch is going to be okay, according to the x-rays the cancer is only in his mouth and they can slice it out. The vet will call Wednesday to schedule surgery for sometime next week. He might lose a few molars, but thats not a problem, I'll just switch him from kibble to canned.

I love my doggie. :) He's so good. He has never left me. :)

On to other matters: Would you sell your soul for ten thousand bucks in a trust fund that may or may not exist? This is a matter weighing heavily upon me at the moment. Legally I am being cornered into taking the money, which believe it or not I don't want. It's filthy, and anything that I do with it is tainted, even donating it to something. I want no fucking part of this, but if I remain icognito they're going to send a PI after me; this according to sister P. who has tried to negotiate on my behalf with the probate lawyer who is naturally a clueless fuck. I don't want any goddamned blood money as some kind of payoff for years of crap. It scares the fuck out of me that by accepting this they might consider it a down payment towards further intrusions. I think I'm getting an ulcer.

MY LIFE IS A LIFETIME TELEVISION FOR WOMEN PRESENTATION. I should have a goddamned colon in my name. "Coerced Into Inheritance: The Siannan Story". Now, who will play me, Nancy McKeon or Valerie Bertinelli? Pam Dawber? Victoria Principal? Corky in drag?

all your base are....aw fuck you.

I am 50% ADDICTED TO THE INTERNET.



I am pretty addicted, but there is hope. I think I'm just well connected to the internet and technology, but it's really a start of a drug-like addiction. I must act now! Unplug this computer!


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