You will lose what you value most,

Well the final clean up is done. If you didn't add me back, then you were removed. I'm trying to keep my list neat and even. There are a couple exceptions and those were people who I know will add me when they get back online. If you got a note from me about a name change and are just finding your way here, feel free to comment and I will add you back.

If you're just coming across this journal, new friends are added based on whether I like the looks of your profile and whether I know you or have heard of you. Friends are always welcome.

Yes, I renamed. mzserena is now sera_bella
Add me if you want, if not, no harm no foul!
Okay? Good.

Edit to add: If you don't readd me within 2 weeks, I'll assume that either you don't want to be on my list or you've abandoned your journal.

Also, I did some cleanup with the change as well. I got rid of a lot of dead journals. I also cut a few people whom I feel I don't have anything in common with. If you wish to be on my friends list and were removed, then please feel free to comment here and let me know.

Comments screened if you wanna yell at me :P

[Error: unknown template qotd]Dishes! I hate doing dishes.  I will do them if I absolutely have no choice, but in general, that's NOT my chore.  Other than that, making the bed.  Mostly because I can't crawl all over the bed to make it, so those are Rob's job.  Along with washing his work uniforms. ;) Other laundry, I'll gladly do.  I guess I'm not overly domestic. :P I like to cook, though.

[Error: unknown template qotd]Spring clean every year.  My tip: Throw shit away! Don't fear the trash bin!

[Error: unknown template qotd]Death has to be the top of the list of things that are too serious to joke about.  Serious illness and injury as well, but death is number 1.  Why? I've been on this crazy Internet for a dozen years and have had a lot of people pass in and out of my life.  And several years ago now, someone came into my life who I thought was a good man.

Unfortunately, he was not a good man.  He felt that he had to manipulate everyone and his ultimate act of manipulation was to fake his death.  He brought so many innocent people down with his scheme.  He destroyed a lot of good reputations.  And when it was finally brought to light that he had done this, those of us who truly believed that he had died were the ones who suffered the worse.  He was, somehow, revered and given pass for his manipulation.

Somehow, he came out of it looking better than everyone else, and those who were truly believers that he had passed were the accused.  We were believed to be the co-conspirators and we took the heat while he was treated like a king.

Despite the fact that this was at 8 years ago, I have not forgotten this, nor will I ever forget it, nor will I forget his name.  I will also never forgive him for all the trouble he caused.  I do not hate him, he's not worth the time to hate him.  I just hope that somewhere along the lines, he learned how to live without manipulating people.

[Error: unknown template qotd]This is an interesting question.  I can answer it in two different manners.  I think I will.  I'm going to break it down in two different sections.  One about real life and one about online life.  Because in both real life and online, I'm not always well liked.  So, here we go.

Real Life
In real life, I'm the fat girl, the girl that no one wanted to be around.  I was teased, tortured and tormented in school.  I'm still that same person and can count on one hand the number of friends that I have in my local community that I can call friends.  In fact, it would only take one finger to count them.  I had a not so gentle reminder of all of this Saturday when I was in Wal-Mart, so I know that as I get older, that won't change.  I'm still the fat girl with very few friends to hang out with.

Online
Online, I am opinionated.  I say what I think and I don't care (for the most part) who likes it.  I am selective about who I am friends with.  I am selective who I let close to me.  I am not afraid to tell someone to fuck off and be smiling while I say it.  I am real, I let it be known what I think and how I feel.  I don't care who hates me because I am just being me.

[Error: unknown template qotd]I have to say that one of my favorite poems is one that I posted a while ago...

Drowning in You
© By Angel R. Hawkins
http://www.poetryamerica.com/read_poems.asp?id=248219&t=Love%20and%20Romance%20Poems&p=love_poems.asp&pg=1

I wake up every morning thinking of you
I go to sleep thinking the same thing too
Throughout the day you're on my mind
Twenty-four-seven you make me blind
Blind to everything but emotion
Your heart swallowed me like it was an ocean
And I was the victim of not pain but of pleasure
The water was feelings of an unbelievable measure
It filled my lungs and I couldn't breathe
I closed my eyes but I could still see
The light in your eyes was incredibly bright
It helped me see beyond most peoples sight
But only when I looked you in the eyes
And it came as a surprise
Because I've never drown like that before
Overwhelming me, more and more
By the minutes, seconds we were together
We didn't make conversation, not even about the weather
But there were whirlpools surrounding me
We ignored them and let them be
And so I drowned in my own sorrows
That I didn't talk to you, today or tomorrow
So now I'm slowly drowning, drowning like a rock
The water surrounded me like a hungry hawk
I am drowning
Drowning in you

[Error: unknown template qotd] Ayup, sure did.  Watched the entire game.  Watched it with my husband until he went to sleep, then watched the end with my mother, so as to not disturb the sleeping husband.

GO GIANTS!