Blurg...

Well what a shit month eh?

The Burlington VT police have arrested the man they believe to be responsible (believe..snort..innocent until proven guilty..blah blah blah) and charged him with aggravated murder.
Cause of death strangulation and blunt force trauma.
And the bag of shit raped her as well.

Frankly my mind refuses to dwell on this, like a scared little child it captures just a glimpse and it runs to the corner and refuses to listen anymore..eyes screwed shut, fingers in ears singing "La la la la I'm not listening"

But time and life marches on..

JC is back at work now.

Every parents nightmare.

This is Michelle Gardner Quinn. She is 21 years old and a Senior at the University of Vermont.
She was last seen at 2:15am on the morning of Saturday 7 October, 2006 after parting company with a group of friends celebrating a birthday at a local bar in Burlington Vermont.

She was reported missing Saturday night when she failed to meet her parents who were up from Virginia for "Parents Weekend", and has now been missing for 6 days.

Michelle is described as a wordly traveller who has studied abroad in Costa Rica, Brazil and South Africa, fiercely intelligent and independent.

She is also the 21 year old daughter of a co-worker of mine.

A kind, well spoken man who adored his daughter and spoke of her with great pride very often.

That this would happen to any parent is horrifying, that I can put a familiar face to the suffering is absolutely heartrending.

That my sympathy is not for "those poor parents" but for "JC" someone I've talked to weekly at least makes it so much more raw that my heart just literally aches for him and he wife.

This is a horror that words cannot express, it is beyond words.

The burgenoning fear that JC and his wife must have faced that Saturday night makes my insides just twist.
I know the day I came home and Vin wasnt there, and I didnt know where he was for almost an entire hour was the most terrifying experience of my life..hands down.

The panic you feel is visceral, and you are helpless to do anything, and can only hope for the best, while imagining the worst, and it is amazing the depths your mind can conjour at these times.

I just keep repeating "This isnt happening...this isnt happening" Until I fairly shouted it over it over.

I pray with all of my heart that his result will be much as mine...his child will be safe and he will hug her and tell her he loves her and the vice grip around his heart will lessen so he can breathe.

...Updated Friday = 13 October, 2006
As some of you have already learned.

The body of Michelle was found earlier today.
I am frankly just to fucking upset to post coherently.

fuck it all.

In the infamous words of the Wee-V

Hockeys on tonight...Hockey's on tonight...

Hockey's on toooooooooooooooooonight!!!

The exhaulted sport of the artic gods (not to be confused with the exhaulted sport of the pitch gods) begins tonight for me with my beloved Capitals battling against the NY Rangers.


woot woot

Empty bag of fun..

So, Satan had returned to his presurgery self with no real ill effects from his..change.

With the sole exception of he now humps his dog bed, the veterinarian has assured me this is only temporary, sort of a last oomph of the testosterone..but it is a bit disconcerting to see him having relations with his bed.

He still chases the cat, he still irritates the hell out of my mastiff but barking in his face, his favorite chewy toy is still the hair catch from the shower drain...which when he manages to steal he runs and hides under the bed with just his hairy hind end sticking out...tail swishing in furious glee at his plunder..
In the morning when I let him out of his crate he still hauls ass to Vincent still slumbering in bed and jumps on top of him trying to pull his covers off.
He had pulled the legs off of his "Suspicious Chicken" toy so now it's just a torso with wings (he chewed his face off weeks ago)

Basically he is back to his ill behaved self with a few added bonuses.

And his little bean bag is empty...