tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62128562011-06-15T18:49:23.234-05:00A chance for me to lose myself in words and blow away the haze.Momnoreply@blogger.comBlogger15171100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-73553791380709812432008-12-14T18:32:00.003-05:002008-12-14T21:00:58.826-05:00

Babe...I need a CrackBerry like I need a hole in my head. lolDo you see the big red useless thing in my driveway?How about the beautiful but worn black one?Why is this so hard to understand?Look at my life. I'm a minimalist. Unlike other people we know I don't waste money on shit I don't need. I've long ago given up on most things on my Want List." Instead I live off the Need-Right-Fuckin'-

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-75814093253744948172008-12-14T18:23:00.002-05:002008-12-14T18:31:56.535-05:00

Do you feel it? Do you realize it?The echo of silence.Trust is a finicky beast.Its existance can be your best ally.Its absence your greatest downfall.Building it takes time.Nurturing.Intentional selflessness.Losing it takes a moment.Getting it to return.Nearly fuckin impossible.-K.

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-4350870053155214302008-12-07T19:39:00.002-05:002008-12-07T19:51:30.229-05:00

For about a month now, I've been craving pancakes bathed in syrup and butter. Mmmmm...just thinking about them would make me drool. Considering my kitchen is still under construction and my car repairs are on hold until after the holidays, I was at the mercy of Ranger's kindness.So finally after a long wait, I got - not just pancakes - but my ultimate heaven-sent favorite...pecan pancakes from

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-5490391117494022582008-12-01T21:56:00.003-05:002008-12-01T22:28:08.978-05:00

I'm twitchy tonight. Can't seem to find a place to settle. Sometimes I find that in a good book, in some extra work, in yoga, in playing with my dog, in writing, in surfing the newswire for interesting bits, or maybe just a simple nap. But tonight...nothing seems to be working. No matter what I try to put my focus on it scatters in a million different directions.And that bugs the shit out of

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-40072556574799152962008-11-30T21:46:00.002-05:002008-11-30T22:12:37.098-05:00

It's Sunday night. I'm not quite recovered from the holiday and definitely not yet up for work tomorrow. Ehhhh... A few highlights from the last week.Wednesday afternoon we were pulling out the leftovers from the company Thanksgiving potluck and realized we had no plates. I made a call and got directed to the "secret" closet. There was bed in there. WTF?!?I've got Keiko to play fetch. Ha!

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-67491099579635904022008-11-19T23:20:00.002-05:002008-11-19T23:36:03.956-05:00

Some days are a little more fun than others - especially when I can let my inner smartass roar. HeheheQuote of the Day from Sunshine Girl: "If I only had a brain." Yes. That was absolutely perfect.You really are fuckin crazy. Really. Now there's absolutely no question.Ummm...You're not crazy or weird, the world just bends to your will. lolWhat the FUCK was THAT?!? (Okay so that's been

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-12608841266229747292008-11-19T23:00:00.002-05:002008-11-19T23:09:54.830-05:00

Today I wonder...Do I require just a little bit of chaos to thrive?Is the whole "think positively" mentality really working and feeding itself?Have I possibly gone with too little sleep? Maybe the laundromat run at midnight threw off my mental exhaustion and stuck me in high gear.Or is it that I finally feeling like I'm winning just a little teeny tiny bit? Ha bitches! Take that!Ehhh...fuck it

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-41320215357867870882008-11-15T13:00:00.003-05:002008-11-15T13:08:06.477-05:00

Thursday, October 29 11:32 pmI went to a local Obama rally this afternoon. Already decided. Already voted. But President Clinton was going to speak. And I was curious, and decided to take the 2 hours out of my day.I'm not the kind of girl that chases celebreties - hell I can't even keep track of the latest and greatest - or fights through the crowd to touch, fondle, or beg for attention.

Momnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-53723905979011214322008-11-13T23:01:00.002-05:002008-11-13T23:17:00.736-05:00

Bits, pieces, and hints of the corners, shadows, and random thoughts in my head...Angry christian chic band. Ummmm...naaaa. I think I'll pass.I saw Bill Clinton a few weeks ago. I'll add that to the "Need to Blog" list.Storm. Wow. I was...nervous, surprised, and moved. *sigh*"I think you just described you." Naaaa...I keep failing the test because I can't make anything work, so they won't

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-86146178249951754352008-11-13T22:37:00.001-05:002008-11-13T22:40:23.954-05:00

Hmmm...could this be the re-start of my blogger ways? Yeah. Not sure. It'll depend on how much shit and judgement I get for being me. lolBut had a few bits to make note of. And this is where I make those notes.So fuck it.-K.

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-1619187338658843692008-11-13T22:28:00.002-05:002008-11-13T22:35:34.727-05:00

I stole this one from Spammy...If a love affair was a city which one would you pick? While NYC is a close second for it's funk, energy, vibe, and diversity, I'd have to go with New Orleans. Sexy.Slow.Steamy.Dark.Naughty.Oh yeah...that city calls to me on a very elemental level. *sigh* It's been four years since I've been there, and Katrina did a number on it. But I hope it hasn't lost too much

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-63825041342491307652008-11-13T22:05:00.006-05:002008-11-13T22:20:23.329-05:00

Yep. I got myself a puppy about 6 weeks ago. She's a 7-month old Akita named Keiko, which means happy, obedient child in Japanese. Yeah...after the whole cat fiasco last year I was trying desperately to line up some good karma. lolThis a picture from her first weekend. She was a little tired with all the changes.She's awesome! I've read the "Puppies for Dummies" book. In fact it's damn near dog

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-48838771214658016032008-11-13T21:28:00.005-05:002008-11-13T22:05:08.725-05:00

Another NYC trip this week. Overall very good. Only a few minor bumps in the road. We met again with Time. And of course I had a chance to soak up some New York energy. I think I desperately needed it. Of course one of my highlights was stopping in to see Swan! That was so nice to just sit and laugh and catch up for a minute. But there's never enough time. *smacking myself in the forehead*

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-77552917965890059692008-11-04T23:09:00.003-05:002008-11-04T23:19:32.608-05:00

He won. With tears falling down my face, my heart is filled with hope. For our country. For our families. For my children's future. We have a chance to redeem ourselves for past sins, past crimes, past arogance to once again become a country that I'm proud to call my home and no longer shake my head in frustration and embarassment. Barack Obama will help bring out the best our nation and its

Momnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-64636079856679091952008-08-24T19:49:00.004-05:002008-08-24T20:28:28.467-05:00

I believe that the American public were mislead in the Iraq invasion and that whole mess was instigated by ego and greed. Seems to me, it kinda makes our government a bit hypocritical when they bitch about Russia invading Georgia.I believe that the oil companies have made a fuckin' shitload off of the backs of the hard-working and struggling American middle class and that our government and the

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-32718480025987551822008-08-10T22:15:00.006-05:002008-08-10T22:43:34.889-05:00

I've always been a bit political...at least in conversation. While in Oz I occasionally stressed out my conservative family and friends by opening my mouth and stating one opinion or another that would cause eyes to bulge. I remember arguing abortion rights with my family while I was 8 months pregnant with my first child at my grandparents house. My conservative-pastor-grandfather, suddenly

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-44713842059101743182008-08-02T20:14:00.003-05:002008-08-02T20:50:14.682-05:00

Somehow it's August. How the hell did that happen???A wedding in July in a church with no air conditioning and floor length bridesmaid dresses...tears of happiness and...sweat. It was kind of like my body had sprung leaks. lolFour wheelin': Not sure where I was exactly, but if felt like a playground in the woods. lol Got lost. Got stuck. But refused to make the rescue call and eventually

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-89111473951450120352008-06-04T20:09:00.002-05:002008-06-04T20:18:32.641-05:00

Listen you little worthless fuck. I'm not sure how you've come to believe your fuckin' bullshit, but you've just proven to me and everyone else what an ungrateful, cowardly pussy you really are. It's okay to accept their gifts, eat their food, and benefit from their help...but it's not okay for them to share a fuckin' pew or a yard with your saintly Christian fuckin' family. Well fuck you.

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-83208835354433766592008-06-04T19:30:00.002-05:002008-06-04T20:09:06.229-05:00

I'm maxed out. On overload. The sponge that is me has absorbed entirely too much and is leaking all over the damn floor. Time to wring it all out and let it go down the drain.My family seems to need a lifetime supply of family pack sized condoms. Geez...yeah, another baby on the way. They may not be ready for you, but damn do they need a reality check.I'm going through Spammy withdrawl!

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-77327147814015382732008-05-18T19:20:00.003-05:002008-05-18T19:58:51.847-05:00

Too fried for details, but I need to vent...Sometimes I think something dramatic happened while I was in the womb and that I was suppose to be a boy. Because I don't get 90% of girly shit. *sigh*Tea sandwhiches aren't necessarily a real meal unless you eat someone else's plate too. I did.I actually ate cucumber sandwiches. Huh.They didn't toss me out of the country club. I was good. Kinda.

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-20605442008846492122008-04-28T17:41:00.002-05:002008-04-28T18:31:01.902-05:00

*sigh* Guess I just need to bitch a little about dumb shit while I contemplate the big stuff...It's the end of April, right? Then why is it suppose to snow tonight? Snow = Winter. April = Spring. Thereforce Snow should NOT = April. But hey...I'm in Ohio.Every street downtown is covered in orange barrels, road closed signs, and/or detour signs. It's a frickin' mess. We couldn't spread this

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-35259402145015051942008-04-07T22:01:00.002-05:002008-04-07T22:13:13.618-05:00

That's where I want to be.I want to sit there for hours.Surrounded by the warmth.Protected and safe.I ache to be in that place.There are days,When I'd simply beg.For just a moment.To rest my head.To rest my heart.To rest my soul.And just breathe.For just a moment.To close my eyes.To shut off the pain.To stop pretending.And just be.For just a moment.Not in fear.Not in shadows.Not with demons.And

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-55167483058080091142008-04-07T21:46:00.002-05:002008-04-07T22:01:31.670-05:00

Wanted: Single, white female in mid-thirties in desparate need of a life. Hobbies include working too many hours on too many days. Ehhhhh...Worked until 1 AM last night and another frantic 11 hours today. Shit. Being broke sucks. If I could afford it, I'd...*daydream music*Fix up my MustangLearn how to sculptBuy a four wheelerGo to the rangeGo to conertsBuy a Tundra that I could play in the

Momnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-48941761944587550842008-04-06T19:42:00.003-05:002008-04-06T20:05:36.872-05:00

I'm eating Easter M&M's and working. Yeah. That's the way to wrap up a weekend. Decided to take a minute to bs.My family is kinda fucked up in a loving, supportive way. But half the time I'm thinking to myself, "What the fuck are you thinking?!?" The other half of the time I'm saying it and annoying the shit out of everyone.It looked like a damn nursery yesterday. Three babies all being fed

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-39269603523797664402008-04-04T19:44:00.003-05:002008-04-04T20:02:59.163-05:00

Rambling because I feel like blogging for the first time in weeks...I left work nearly four hours ago. I've spent almost 3 of it on the phone with work related stuff. Ummm...that's insane.Tomorrow would be a good day for a new baby, don't ya think? Come on sis... lolGirl...ya need to tell those fools no. There's only so much time in a day and so many days in a year.Hon...it's perfect for you

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-59824775580683570142008-03-26T21:20:00.004-05:002008-03-26T21:40:39.299-05:00

If I were anyone else, it would be simple.If my friend told me that she sold herself to survive, I hug her and tell her I'm sorry she had to go through that. I wouldn't hold it against her.If my friend told me that he'd done drugs to kill the pain, I'd squeeze his hand and tell him I'm glad he survived. I'd never hold it against him.If my friend told me that she'd stolen things to make it, I'd

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-90750666964728314892008-03-26T20:42:00.004-05:002008-03-26T21:19:44.689-05:00

I keep pulling this out and putting it back. Because I don't know how to do it.I need to forgive myself.I have to.But I just don't know how.I look back, and I hate her.I hate her cowardice.I hate her fear.I hate her weakness.I let every word tear another chuck of me away.Until there was nothing left.Every doubt was exploited.Every fear was compounded.Every insecurity was reinforced.I never

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-51687731419152387442008-03-19T19:57:00.003-05:002008-03-19T20:06:47.626-05:00

I wanted to say more.But I can't.I just have to smile.And say I understand.I'm sorry.But I know that doesn't change things.I'm distancing my emotions.I'm stepping away.This piece is no longer mine.It will succeed or fail on its own merit.Harsh.But it's the only option now.-K.

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-35910027224351195992008-03-18T23:14:00.002-05:002008-03-18T23:23:11.360-05:00

I shouldn't have even opened Outlook.I shouldn't have peeked at the subject lines.I should have resisted temptation to read emails.I should not have started replying.I should never have started testing.I shouldn't have logged on to IM.I was going to bed.I was going to go to sleep.I was going to drift peacefully away to the rain.I was going to drool on my pillow in medicated bliss.Instead I'm

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-8497443694207333372008-03-18T20:54:00.003-05:002008-03-18T21:37:51.845-05:00

Maybe it's because I'm sick. Maybe it's my meds. But I can't seem to hold a thought trail more than a few seconds. I should probably try to go to bed, but every time I do that I just lay there with my brain bouncing from thought to thought. And yeah, I've already played with that damn puzzle tonight. I'm not relaxed and blurry-eyed. (I'm not hating it so much today.)Love is in the air. At

Momnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-8292704011151228522008-03-17T22:33:00.002-05:002008-03-17T22:41:09.385-05:00

I can actually see things in my puzzle. I still don't really like the whole picture puzzle process. It still annoys the shit out of me.But there's no way in hell I'm putting it back in the box. I'm too damn stubborn sometimes. Image that.But it works. For a little while I don't think about the 1000 things that are plaguing my mind.A time out.I'd really rather be driving my Mustang. That has the

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-13844917063735224752008-03-17T22:19:00.003-05:002008-03-17T22:33:20.233-05:00

Ummmm...sometimes being a girl really, really sucks. (Boys, ya probably wanna just stop here.) I'm currently in the midst of the worst case of cramps I've had in probably 15 years. And not just cramps...headache, bloating, constipation, nausea, the shakes, dizziness...the whole fuckin' shabang. In general I pretty much feel like I got hit by a truck.I left work sick this morning because I

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-40641366482698759482008-03-16T21:14:00.002-05:002008-03-16T22:19:42.084-05:00

Friday sucked ass.Really.I was pissed. I was hurt. I was even more pissed. And I was frustrated.So I hid, and after a weekend spent getting a grip on myself via lots of sleep, a semi-decent book, a few phone calls, zoning out on a 1000 piece puzzle (wtf is THAT?!? *sigh*) and a bit of written porn I have a few insights and random thoughts. So...back to the porn. Cuz I can't just leave that

Momnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-46986114015141925182008-03-12T20:51:00.002-05:002008-03-12T21:01:44.791-05:00

*sigh*I do as much as I can.I do things as well as I'm capable.But some days, there's really just not enough time in the hour, the day, or the week. Right?Need balance.Yoga.Laughter.A good book.Kindness.Good friends.Music.A lil harmless flirting with sweety boys.A decent nights sleep.Family.Find and maintain balance.I have other tasks I need to accomplish. Other goals I want to achieve. For me

Momnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-65430985422439442932008-03-07T22:18:00.005-05:002008-03-07T22:47:50.428-05:00

It's that time again - the annual March "Dump One Last Shitload of Snow on Ohio." It's tradition here. We're expecting about 18 inches by Sunday morning. lovely,As long as I can remember, March is always like this in Ohio. This year's no different.They shut down offices two hours early this afternoon. In fact, given the traffic...everyone shut down. lol It was gridlock. It's never gridlock

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-20058865250434535742008-03-07T21:32:00.003-05:002008-03-07T22:15:05.147-05:00

What the FUCK is his FUCKIN' problem?!? He plans to veto a law passing through Congress that would outlaw torture. I am absolutely appalled. And every other citizen in the country should be as well. Every human being in the world should be appalled.I know there is a world behind the shadows that exists outside of the rules. I'm not that naive. But to blatantly disregard human decency,

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-6071232934223303142008-03-02T22:34:00.003-05:002008-03-02T22:59:37.188-05:00

So what??? Ya gotta a problem with that?!?I'm considering getting my nipples pierced.I think I desperately need to sit in the San Diego sun for several long days and drink Pina Coladas until I ooze rum.I think I need to do something with this fuckin' apartment. I'm just waiting for it to warm up so I can open the damn windows again and not risk sawdust exploding from the space heaters.I know I

Momnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-57143361368988784972008-03-02T19:47:00.003-05:002008-03-02T20:37:41.891-05:00

One step forward. Five fuckin miserable steps back.Maybe I should have left the doors in that dark hallway shut and just kept to the other side of the damn house. But I'm so fuckin' sick of shutting off pieces of myself. *sigh* Sundays are always the roughest. But it's been a while - at least it seems like it to me - since I've had this hard of time. I spent most of day trying to figure out

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-37382375342370357452008-03-02T12:37:00.000-05:002008-03-02T12:36:56.263-05:00

It's March! It's March!!! February is over! Yeah!!!!!!!!What the fuck? Is it me, or Blogger getting weird? Things I deleted are still in my post even after I've saved. Duplicate drafts. Multiple hard returns when I only put in one. Err...annoying.The topic of women in leadership positions has come up around me by a variety of different people (both men and women) in the last couple of

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-72521854907152401402008-02-26T23:10:00.003-05:002008-02-26T23:37:46.035-05:00

It doesn't seem to want to stop snowing. WTF? We're good! Really.My sister is having contractions. Babies just seem to be a little impatient lately.Did I mention it was still snowing?How 'bout...did i mention it's only Tuesday?Ehhhhhhhhhhhhh...-K.

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-2476740340057456612008-02-26T22:52:00.002-05:002008-02-26T23:09:56.857-05:00

Ummm...today kinda sucked.By 10:00 AM, I had broke down in my boss' office with one of my co-workers in the room. Lovely. Okay...didn't quite break down. There was was no sobbing. Choked up, yeah. Shed a couple of tears, unfortunately.FUCK! It doesn't matter. I lost it. I don't lose it. I HATE to lose it.But the combination of multi-directional frustration, an already heavy workload, and

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-10474998393844042162008-02-25T22:19:00.003-05:002008-02-25T22:43:43.951-05:00

I blog because...Random thoughts fall out of my head and fall here. I needed somewhere for them to land. Otherwise they cluttered up too much space in my little skull.It relieves stress. I can swear as much as I want and can't tell/don't care if you move on to the next blog. Fuck it.I fell in love with writing in college thanks to Nancy. :-) For that, I will eternally be thankful. Her gift

Momnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-72188857892960786932008-02-25T21:14:00.002-05:002008-02-25T22:07:05.521-05:00

Sometimes, it's all about timing. My girl from WAY back called, and since I was being introspecitve I shared the dumb shit that's been on my mind the last day or two. And also while sifting through the past, we covered some of "That Which Is NOT Discussed" and another old friend of ours. I couldn't remember what he'd said up there in front of all of those judgemental people...But she remembered

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-77570993899436075372008-02-25T19:47:00.007-05:002008-02-25T20:40:19.053-05:00

I am not a real girl. I just have big boobs and a much under-utilized pussy. And once upon a time I had great legs.I don't goo-goo at cats. I have very little compassion for other people's denial and inadequacies. I don't dream of being a princess. I can't gush after your new (used) red Mustang when it only has 6 cylinders and is an automatic. I understand next to nothing about wedding

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-61648213506485462432008-02-25T19:47:00.003-05:002008-02-25T20:25:11.038-05:00

*whimper* Mondays...I fantasized most of the day about pancakes smothered in butter and syrup. I need a life. I need a SEX life. *sigh* So I went to Cracker Barrel for dinner with my girl and stuffed myself. The worst part was the pecan pancakes made me so happy that it was practically orgasmic. How fuckin' pathetic am I?Holy shit! Spell checker works again!!! Woo-hoo! Now I won't

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-29944038651701368822008-02-20T21:06:00.004-05:002008-02-20T21:47:45.828-05:00

Eight years ago today was the worst day of my life. It was preceeded by two days with the second worst day of my life. And quickly followed by worse days in my life number 5 - 15. Yeah.I've been dodging the smothering memories the last few days with my current list of drama, hardship, dumb shit, and craziness. But as I finally took my first deep cleansing breath of the day, reality hit me over

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-91208749560891007332008-02-16T21:46:00.002-05:002008-02-16T22:14:41.379-05:00

According to the Wise Man, since I haven't re-attached myself to a man, it's okay that I'm bumming a car from my parents. Several other brothers/sisters are in shitty situations right now and could really benefit from having it available if I wasn't such a loser. But...according to the wise man, since men are involved in the above mentioned situations, they should just suck it up and fix their

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-13114995795661563592008-02-16T21:01:00.002-05:002008-02-16T21:05:39.830-05:00

My girl brought me back some presents from her recent trip to London - Kit Kats. LOL My favorite candybar.I was excited. (It's the little things that do if for me.)I just tried them tonight.They suck. lolSomethings just shouldn't be tampered with. The US formula for Kit Kats is one of them. Hehehe-K.

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-25907267567165758002008-02-16T17:21:00.002-05:002008-02-16T18:02:44.906-05:00

Fuck...and the day doesn't get any saner.Hon, you're flat linin' bad! Snap out of it!!!Ummmm...WTF?!? *sigh* Some things just are.As it's been extrodinarily shitty weather lately, everyone and their mother thought they should be on the road. Ehhhh...Kmart is white trash hell. I've never seen so many bad perms in my LIFE. I know you're old school, but that strikes me as considerably sexist!

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-6450807644438710272008-02-16T10:58:00.002-05:002008-02-16T11:19:18.535-05:00

The last couple of weeks have been stressful to say the least. Most of it not my doing. But that doesn't improve my disposition. It just pisses me off even more. lolBut ten consecutive hours of sleep last night helped a little and gave me a little more space from my demons. I need to spend some time recovering. Given that it's a 3 day weekend, you'd think I'd be able to do that. Not really.I have

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-72388368205759140262008-02-16T10:10:00.003-05:002008-02-16T11:24:53.140-05:00

Miscelleneous moments from the last week that have drained my patience.***Your Kidding???***Why am I the only woman in the car that knows how to put air in her tires???After an extremely shitty start to the week Monday morning, all I wanted was a relaxing lunch with my favorite girls. As we climb her Cadillac (just bought last year), I mention that she needs air in her rear tire. We eat, then

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-69054929702087993522008-02-15T20:52:00.002-05:002008-02-15T21:23:11.197-05:00

Turn it off.Shut it down.Get through.Get through.No words you can say to make it better.No action I could take would change reality.Duality.The remote possiblity of light.The darkness that surrounds.Could you handle it?Would anyone be able to?What I am?Everything?The sins that haunt me?That can never be erased.The damages I recieved?That I can never heal.The pieces I once gave away?That I can

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-58168765006745046112008-02-14T21:40:00.004-05:002008-02-14T23:12:46.157-05:00

Too many of my trainwrecks currently litter the field right now. And I've slid down that dark hole into tears.God I miss my babies. I miss the silly valentine's day cards. I miss their voices. I miss touching their hair. I miss the chaos. I miss their laughter.I want to argue about goofy stuff with my daughter just so I can see her mouth wrinkle up in annoyance. lolI wish I could have gone to my

Momnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-81196485332153667392008-02-14T21:02:00.003-05:002008-02-14T21:40:27.221-05:00

I never meant to hurt you.I never meant to cause you pain.I never meant for any of this.This isn't what I wanted.No where to go.Nothing to do.No way to make this right.No way to go back.No way to move past the truth.No way find peace.Only to somehowlive with the want.Only to somehowlive with the aching need.Only tears.Never will there beThe comfort I seek.Only the sorrow.Never will there beThe

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-11316334963239618302008-02-14T19:59:00.008-05:002008-02-14T23:08:45.842-05:00

Fuck. I thought I'd gotten a free pass.Bam. I was nailed. And I wasn't ready for digging through that mess. Really.Ya got the truth.No pleasantries.No whining.No lady-like phrases.Just me.Blatantly, unapologetically to the fuckin' point.Why ya needed that from me, I don't know. You already knew anyway. Fuck it.-K.

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-58331255186970546272008-02-13T00:00:00.007-05:002008-02-13T00:26:24.400-05:00

Yes, NYC is exciting and different and an adventure in itself, but as always one of the best parts of my trip is my visit to the folks at Third and Long.Swan is absolutely one of the finest. Every time I visit with him I'm always left feeling like I got to catch up with a very good friend from way back in the day. lol Despite the fact that he's a 48 fan (Whatever! ) I always get good

Momnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-64952415439340223332008-02-13T00:00:00.003-05:002008-02-13T00:09:43.826-05:00

Things in NYC that make an Ohio Girl go..."Huh?" or even "WTF?"People riding their bikes in the SNOW and SLEET in heavy traffic. Damn...these folks have a fuckin' death wish. I saw one dude bite it. He was only 2 feet from our cab's front wheels. *cringe*Mini-motorized snow plows plowing sidewalks. Haven't seen a single one on the actual road.Shoveling the sidewalks with brooms. Baby

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-10811069422358415882008-02-12T15:59:00.000-05:002008-02-12T16:11:03.137-05:00

Back in NYC for my third trip. I can honestly say I was not very excited about the trip until I walked out of the airport. Too much stress lately, and I just haven't had time even to consider "oh yeah" it's NYC!As always, the vibe here is obvious the instant you arrive. My heart rate picked up, and my little bit of sass (running low lately) kicked in. Of course walking past some fine ass men

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-39398267313074048292008-02-11T00:56:00.000-05:002008-02-11T00:58:51.293-05:00

Ooooh...like this is a big surprise to anyone. LMAO.-K.You Are 40% LadyYou tend to make up your rules of etiquette, throwing all conventions aside.And while you try to be a lady (sometimes), your behavior is often quite shocking.Are You A Lady?

Momnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-65099311090391507442008-02-10T23:42:00.000-05:002008-02-11T00:46:49.461-05:00

Just finished outlining a "this-is-pretty-much-impossible" summary for review tomorrow morning. That should kick off the week well. lol Now I'm trying to wind down for the night. Bulleted list again, as I have no need to contemplate anything remotely deep, emotionally challenging, or significantly thought provoke. In other words, I'm a shallow, flat-lining bitch.A woman should not get a hair

Momnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-75129897600025408592008-02-09T23:17:00.002-05:002008-02-09T23:57:37.634-05:00

Things that make a girl go, "Hmmmmm..."Crashing into bed without taking off your coat may be an indication of a more serious problem."I'm not sure it's the right color," should have been a strong warning that things weren't going to turn out well."Your being too nice," should have been like a flashing red light to cease and desist.A "false positive" explanation shouldn't be acceptable. Somebody

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-81616575172918670442008-02-09T23:17:00.001-05:002008-02-09T23:33:54.333-05:00

Don't say..."I was just guessing." WTF?!?Don't say..."That's an easy fix." Really. I know that. Why the hell couldn't it get done right the first time?Don't say..."I keep forgeting to check.' Wait, I thought that this was a better solution for you?Don't say..."Oh, I didn't know that." Errrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...did you even read the documentation?!?Fuck. I feel like I'm the crazy one, because I

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-84624517729585938102008-02-09T23:17:00.000-05:002008-02-09T23:26:53.335-05:00

Shit. Sometimes cell phone are the fuckin devil. Sometimes text messaging is the pathway to hell.Fuck.What started out as simple silliness quickly spiraled into a trainwreck of screeching metal. *sigh* My fault.I tried to own up to mess today. But I got a free pass instead. I'm a coward and took it and ran. But that strategy doesn't have any long term benefits, so we're just exactly where

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-73216201546687671082008-02-07T22:06:00.000-05:002008-02-07T22:17:12.288-05:00

I think I may be in heat. I'm having seriously reckless thoughts.I'm opening up my mouth and saying entirely too much.I'm drooling over just the images.And taking the edge off, just isn't working for me. I want/need the real deal.And once wouldn't cut it. Days. Consecutive days and nights.Like the call off work kinda thing. Where I don't answer my phone and temporarily drop off the face of the

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-58062060396054093052008-02-07T21:09:00.000-05:002008-02-07T21:45:52.866-05:00

Driving away from work, I nervously contemplated the "meeting" that was taking place. Ehhhhhhhh... I want to be a fly on the wall. This is a touchy situation, and I'm paranoid that I've stuck my foot where it didn't belong, or that I opened my mouth at the wrong time. Fuck. It's killing me. I want to puke.And then it hit me. It's fuckin' February. FUCK!Februarys and Octobers are

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-20698247151753339052008-02-06T22:55:00.000-05:002008-02-06T23:15:13.611-05:00

Damn, I forgot stuff! I sometimes make notes to myself on things to consider/blog about later. Ran across my note from today as I was wrapping up for the night.I absolutely HATE the phone ear pieces. 1.) You still look like you are talking to yourself. 2.) You look like one of the Bourg out of Star Trek. 3.) NOTHING about it make you look cool. I just want to kick you for being a complete

Momnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-37446202599128346502008-02-06T20:54:00.000-05:002008-02-06T21:22:27.023-05:00

I'm not getting too deep, because I just don't have the energy to look further than my basic shell. I'm sick of bullets too, but that's the only way I function at this point.I'm embarrassed to say that I'm now reading the updates on Brittany. *sigh* What is my world coming to?!? Another less than intellectual read...It's the Year of the Rat. I keyed in on... "The rodent is also seen as a "

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-5121150504756603422008-02-05T19:36:00.000-05:002008-02-05T20:32:00.094-05:00

More random, vague moments of my life...Happy Fat Tuesday! The only good thing about it here up North is that there's some attempt at putting together some creole specials on the menu. Yeah...they didn't quite cut it. Throwing crawfish in a dish doesn't make it cajun. Ehhh...And the beignets...I don't know what I was thinking expecting nice, hot, fluffy, powered sugar covered Cafe Du Monde

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-67636559389183913812008-02-04T20:26:00.000-05:002008-02-04T21:45:34.285-05:00

All I was doing was just contemplating my very limited options. Augh. I GET IT!!! You don't have to torture them! *sigh*Not even sure what to say. I wish I could do something to help. What a mess.No. He never lived there.And that was the high point of the conversation. lmao*sigh* At least we can find something to laugh about.-K

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-38172998616408281872008-02-04T20:00:00.000-05:002008-02-04T20:26:39.920-05:00

Ummmm...it was a Monday from hell.Explaining to my boss that several of my key projects are a MESS was not pleasant. And I felt like shit explaining all the fuck ups originated from one area not under my control. I can be a bitch when crossed, but in this instance I just felt bad because it's obviously not a good fit and the expected skill set is not there yet. (Ummm...we tried to explain this

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-89762302651661461412008-02-04T00:43:00.000-05:002008-02-04T01:11:10.405-05:00

Rambling to wind down...Worked too fuckin' much this weekend, but shit needed to get done. I should be ready for the week.I've completely lost my appetitite. I have no urge to eat other than to make my "you-need-food-you-idiot" headaches to go away. I enjoy eating good food when it's in front of me, but I just forget to eat or just don't get around to it. *shrug*I saw that the Giants won. Very

Momnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-50499818064443378062008-02-02T22:35:00.000-05:002008-02-02T22:50:29.980-05:00

Why do a lot of men get their dicks twisted in a knot if I make them work a little at pool?*sigh* Babe...I so miss you sometimes.Why do women get cranky if I'm shooting pool with their guy? I asked if you wanted to play. Ya said no. I'm not content to sit at the bar like a slug. NONE of you are talking or even in a good mood. And watchin' you down shots or suck down a beer doesn't do it for me

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-89106457045274073972008-02-02T22:18:00.000-05:002008-02-02T22:54:45.978-05:00

Additions and progress...Go to the Butler - going tomorrowSculpt somethingHost Bunco - scheduled for later this monthBe respectable at pool again - working on that here and thereGo dancingSpend my gift cards - one today, one more to goRide a mechanical bull - Hehehe-K.

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-26049067368737447412008-02-02T18:18:00.000-05:002008-02-02T22:17:37.289-05:00

It's barely under control.This reckless urge.I crave more.Not tomorrow.Now.I want to feel again.To let go and abandon all fuckin' restrain.To let loose my untamed desires.I want to seize hold of dreams.Make them real.I want to play with fantasy.And feel it's heat explode.Now.I need more.I need to bask in wicked sin.I need to drip with passion's mark.I need to surrender.I need to give every

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-70692609871214502512008-02-02T17:57:00.000-05:002008-02-02T18:04:37.775-05:00

Took my pretty pink gift card (Christmas present from my sister & brother-in-law) and trudged into Vicki's for another search in vain for something to fit my non-petite, non-scrawny self.I've been to Vicki's a dozen times in the last couple of years, and I always walk away pissed off and bitchy.Not today. OMG...the girls look absolutely fantastic! Pushed up, squished together and smokin'! For

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-43256148124551634602008-01-31T22:48:00.000-05:002008-01-31T23:14:14.178-05:00

*sigh* I woke up with the taste of him in my mouth.His hand on my back openly accepting what I was so eager to give.Nothing else mattered.I lapped possesively at that smooth, hot skin.Wrapping my lips tight.Pulling again and again deep into my mouth.Mine.I was starved.The power and the seduction of that completely submissive act was heaven.My tongue tingled with that addictive salty flavor.Not

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-20516329611140869982008-01-30T21:16:00.000-05:002008-01-30T21:41:21.440-05:00

I did managed to scrap together enough Buncos (2 - yeah, it was a rough night for us all) to nab the Martini glasses and shaker. Too bad no one likes my neighborhood. lolRaccoon's are fuckin creepy and really...what the fuck are they doing on the edge of the ghetto. Don't they like the woods or something?Quit fuckin BREAKING SHIT!!!! ERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR....Girl, you are a friggin' saint!

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-57087340231134568812008-01-30T20:51:00.002-05:002008-02-02T22:26:26.068-05:00

So how am I doing on my new logical approach to life?Excercise: I worked out Monday with some yoga and sit-ups and such. Fucked up my back, and I've been twitching for the last two days. Fuck, I'm not 22 any more. Didn't work out yesterday because it was a Bunco night. And today, I'm chaulking up the walk to get a sandwich at lunch in fridgid ass temperatures and high wind an act of excercise.

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-11963475769306432682008-01-30T20:51:00.001-05:002008-01-30T21:00:54.929-05:00

Okay...so the only emotion I can manage to scrap up is irritation. I'd chalk it up to PMS, but it's been going on for the last couple of weeks. And not just in one area, but several. So bouncing back and for between blah and irritation, then back to blah again is a little annoying in itself.Luckily, I'm not the only one irritated. Others react in similar fashion to whatever new issue crops up

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-4442725976032213572008-01-27T20:27:00.000-05:002008-02-02T22:25:58.630-05:00

Go to the Butler.More on the way...-K.

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-45415639788333223802008-01-27T20:04:00.000-05:002008-01-27T20:27:02.029-05:00

The 120+ mile drive home, gave me a chance to consider.I'm empty. Emotions can't be forced, so for now I live with the numbness. So I'm down to straight logic.Every day I need to:Excercise: Whether it's walking at lunch, doing crunches on my floor, a short session of yoga. I need to something. Anything. Stress is taking its tool.One thing to the apartment: Big or small. Just something

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-58910103696277731102008-01-26T13:51:00.000-05:002008-01-26T14:41:12.559-05:00

I'm better in the daylight.-K.

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-13872637727983435982008-01-25T19:20:00.000-05:002008-01-25T20:05:04.740-05:00

Give me a reason to believe.Give me a reason to keep faith.Give me a reason.I'm tired.Burnt out.Numb.Nothing left to hold on to.Nothing left to warm me.Nothing left but ashes.Hope is gone.A black night.No moon.No stars.Give me a reason to wish.Give me a reason to dream.Give me a reason.An endless sea of silence.No rescue.No lifeline.No shelter.Shadows descend and smother.I trip and fall down the

Momnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-1295607638006052842008-01-24T21:00:00.000-05:002008-01-24T21:25:53.257-05:00

The last few days I've managed to stay sane. Numbness helps. But it doesn't heal.Buried in work distracts. But it doesn't heal.I don't want the darkness to choke me again. But I hate the cold detached emptiness.I use to be alive.I use to laugh.I use to love.I know that I am a fraction of what once was.I know that I am only a shadow of what could be.But I have nothing left in me except to

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-58565093236366266812008-01-23T19:21:00.001-05:002008-01-23T19:36:14.264-05:00

While most of the time I tell it straight, there are obviously a shitload of times where I have to bite my tongue and not scream "WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM?!?" I think age helps.That and I really don't give a fuck about these assholes enough to really make it an issue. So...Fuck YOU and your fuckin' implications. Choke on your dumb shit you asshole. You still don't even know what the fuck

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-80275118466809475562008-01-23T19:21:00.000-05:002008-01-23T19:25:17.652-05:00

Wow. People miss me. Wow.Thanks for stopping by. Thanks for reading. Thanks for not giving up on me. Thanks for making my night.Swan...I should be in NYC in a couple weeks, babe. Got time for a cranky Ohio girl?!? HeheheNow...back to regularly scheduled bitching.-K.

Momnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-3655320615739880742008-01-23T19:11:00.000-05:002008-01-23T19:21:37.216-05:00

How the hell can a four day week be so fuckin' exhausting?!? Oh that's right, senior management announced a "surprise" at Friday's leadership meeting. Lovely. Fuckin' lovely.I hate surprises. Really. I have had very, very, VERY (do you get the VERY part?) few surprises that I would consider "good" in my life. I'd much rather ease into my trainwreck, please. (Yeah, put like that I guess it

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-59648424136924448982008-01-21T23:09:00.000-05:002008-12-10T11:52:45.822-05:00

Ummm...that's just a little frightening.I think I need to go to bed now.-K.

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-91720422353152633372008-01-21T22:54:00.000-05:002008-01-21T23:02:09.937-05:00

"Why not somewhere else?" Huh. But that's not even a remote option.I don't have the resources for that. I'm flat fuckin' broke and can't even move from this place let alone go somewhere else completely.I don't have the strength. Not to start over again. I'm barely hangin on as is.I'm home here. Everyone let's me be me in all my off-beat glory.I love my job despite the stress and the heavy

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-6016050574033322842008-01-21T22:37:00.000-05:002008-01-21T22:54:04.257-05:00

WTF! Another engagement. Babies & Wedding - the theme of 2008.All I want is to get laid. Or at the very least an evening with a semi-interesting guy that considers me something above "friend" status. *sigh*-K.

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-34602434310231731432008-01-21T21:26:00.000-05:002008-01-21T21:44:37.642-05:00

I'm a firm believer in Fate. No matter how frustrated I can get at times, the answer - or at least a piece of the mysterious puzzle - always eventually reveals itself.The last two months have been an absolute struggle for me. I'm tired. And quite honestly I'm flat fuckin sad to my soul. I can't figure out where I'm going. It feels like I'm not moving at all. No...It's more like I've just

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-65364815392388334532008-01-21T20:58:00.001-05:002008-01-21T21:20:48.369-05:00

I really wish some one would just go on the news and say "Yes folks. It's really fucked up right now."And when candidates start talking about immediate tax relief for the middle class...a $500 tax credit, all I really want to say is "Just what the FUCK do you think $500 is really gonna do?!?" That would barely cover most people's rent for a month. Idiots.Signs of the time:My sister's husband

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-52541782072948938972008-01-21T20:58:00.000-05:002008-01-21T21:25:41.122-05:00

Augh...so I'm avoiding work for the moment. A gigantic shit load of work got dropped in our laps on Friday, and I'm just not feeling the drive to tackle any of it right now. I worked already this weekend, and now I'm just dreading tomorrow - at least 7 hours of meetings. Lovely. I should get quite a bit done. fuck. fuck. fuck.Other than work...My girl got engaged on Friday. :-D I'm very excited

Momnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-63969460049552351502008-01-21T20:36:00.000-05:002008-01-21T20:58:00.687-05:00

I've been thinking about blogging. A lot. But I'm hiding and avoiding the reality that every day I'm fighing off shadows that seek to smother me. So I run away and don't type and hope that at some point I'll look around and those fucking stalking shadows will be lost in my dust.Ha. Those bitches will still be there. Fuck.On a lighter note...Adventure in Dive Bar:I went out for a minute on

Momnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-16381921584084580572007-12-26T21:40:00.000-05:002007-12-26T22:08:26.006-05:00

I'm in a shitty place, so let me look at something else. Travel...gotta love travel. My 2008 travel itinerary should hopefully include:New York - my favorite.Hopefully San Diego - another on my favorite list cuz I get to hang with SpammyLas Vegas - this will be a first. I'm taking the hoochie momma dress. HeheheSan Antonio - I really hate Texas, but I've never been to this one. I'm holding

Momnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-33365823223142560812007-12-26T20:55:00.000-05:002007-12-26T21:07:50.304-05:00

I survived.My first Christmas without my kids.It sucked.Another set of lost memories...Another reminder of the distance that separates us.There was a couple of times I almost broke down, but swallowed the tears and the pain. I didn't want to ruin things for everyone else, and I didn't want witnesses to my pain.*sigh*I remember the little things. The home-made/school-made ornaments. The stockings.

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-13144043295712092642007-12-21T22:49:00.000-05:002007-12-21T22:54:02.396-05:00

Wow. BAMH turned 4 this month. Over 1400 posts. And while a lot of things have changed, some things haven't.I'm still not getting any. WTF.But at least I'm not still trapped in Oz. lol-K.

Momnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-14828414507389254662007-12-21T21:45:00.000-05:002007-12-21T22:26:42.439-05:00

I ready to be done with this month. While I've had a few minor upbeat moments, for the most part December is just an emotional and financial fuckin' drain. And ya know what...I have enough problems coping. I don't need this mess. *sigh*So the run down...Still haven't really figured out how to deal with the reality that I'm not going to see my kids for the next seven months. Still hurts.

Momnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6212856.post-1945457457114658422007-11-26T21:19:00.000-05:002007-11-27T21:51:35.803-05:00

I'm fucked up tonight.Another good-bye.Another long, miserable drive home alone.To nothing.I keep fuckin' bleeding. Just when I think I've gained enough distance, I realize they're still tied just as tightly to my heart.No matter what I tell myself, no matter how much distance is between us, no matter how much time goes by - there's this jagged fuckin' tear in my soul by their absence. And I

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Stupid Girl #2 talking to Stupid Girl #1: "Well, it's a good thing we didn't get high before we got here."WTF?!? Ya think?!?Ya dumb bitch you DON'T know me.Do you think this is a fuckin' game?!? ERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR...You scare the FUCK out of me a thousand times more than my damn neighbors or my ENTIRE neighborhood, ya stupid ass bitch. I'd rather live on the fuckin South Side any day than live

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