It has been a while since I last wrote. I have been observing something of a cyver silence. My father recently passed away and while I owuld rather not go into all the details of what happened I will say this. Even tho my father and I were never close -- our relationship was an extreemly estranged one -- and while his death has not really affected me, I will say that his life and espeically his death have done nothing but make my feelings towards alcohol stronger than ever. I will never for as long as I live stand, agree with, follow suit with, or understand the purpose behind people drinking. Don;t get me wrong. Social drinking I am fine with, even tho I refuse to be saround that as well, but other than that....nope. People who drink and get drunk and go on drinking binges are nothing more than slackjawed morons who have nothing better to do with their lives and seek escape in an unstable drug because they can;t cope. Well sell it to Lifetime babies. If you don;t like your issues, cancel your subscription. Either fix it or shut up. His funeral this morning was the roughest one only because I didn;t know how to feel or what to think. Wherever you are dad, I hope you;re a hell of a lot happier than when you were here. Death puts life in perspective and I have realized that wasting my time with selfish and arrogant and ignorant people is a waste of time. So for the evil demon bitch queen and her male consort, I say: Go to hell... I am tired of having others place blame on people who do not need to be blamed for anything. You don;t want people to talk about you or badmouth you? Dont be stupid and put into motion actions that will cause that. But you know what? Those people can do all they want and blame whomever they want and threaten whomever they want...because in the end, they are going to answer for their actions. Whatever makes their sad lives happy and content...even if it is at the expense and at the suffering of others. Well shuck my corn!

School starts on Monday. I have not finished running errands and geting my office ready for school. I need to get cracking. I am looking forward to it.

Went to the jazz dance class at the FLorida Ballet School. A guy named Dan teaches it and he is quite good. Damn! Talk about a workout. I have never been so sore after only an hour. I like it!

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