"I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell.." ---Matchbox 20 "Unwell" Aug 29, 2003 She didn’t know what was going on with this guy, her old man, her husband….he didn’t like anything she did, didn’t agree with anything she brought up in conversation and did all he could to demean her intelligence and personal projects. In other words, this guy was a DIVA, the epitome of the word! Put a halter dress on him and a pair of high heels and Wheeeeeeeeee!! Snap! Snap! Snap! He’s ready for Car...

November 16, 2003 I ought to be in bed at 2AM, but I just don’t want to sleep. There’s stuff in my head…aggravating stuff generated by Mr. Passive-Aggressive. He just creates situations, stirs the pot, then backs off and watches the drama play-out. Oh, he’s interesting all right! The sick bastard! At the end of every day I drive past my house taking a quick glance at the porch and the mailbox. My stomach hurts. If the porch holds no boxes delivered by FedEx or UPS, my breath escapes my l...

November 13, 2003 I feel like I’m living in a Hitchcock film…it appears nobody believes me. I’m not crazy most of the time. Just a lot pissed off. He lied to me about his adulterous relationship and I punched him in the mouth. I confess; I did it! No point in lying. I hit him a glancing blow in the mouth. Didn’t draw a drop of blood, didn’t break the skin and no telltale bruise was left on those lying lips. And he had the gall to have me arrested for assault after he knocked me down, toss...