03/10/2009

I’m so tired, but my stupid head won’t shutup.

I dream about comercials I see on tv during the day.  Right now my recurring annoyance is that esurance birth control plays over in my head.  Are you dont having children?  Would having another child change your life?  Yeah, no shit dumbass.  That has to be one of the most ignorant questions I’ve ever heard.  And its lobsterfest at Red Lobster.  I dream of melted butter flooding the house. Weird shit.

Brandy and I went to the North Texas Irish Festival Saturday.  It sucked.  Its fifteen bucks to get in and see scary men walk around in kilts.  And I am a firm believer now that overly hairy men shouldn’t wear kilts or should at least wear underwear.  The whole real mean dont’ wear undies under there skirts myth needs to be shot down.  *shudders  Some things are far to frighenting to see.  Ever.  William drove all the way out there to be with me and it was horribe.  We made fun of the Irish roofing  and siding companies.  Oh and Irish tacos and nachos.  And if you put green food coloring into any beer, even fucking Corna, its Irish.  I was disappointed.  For some reason I thought we would see more Irish culture than two little people dressed as leprechans.  Blah.

I had an algebra test today.  Not fun.  I think I did fairly well.  I’ll find out Wed.  I hope I made at least a B.  Math makes me nervous.  I can do most of it, but I always feel like I’m fucking up.  But I generally don’t think I’m doing worth a shit at any of my school work.

My tummy is so not happy.  Brandy brought home the "poop sick" from her office.  Thanks for the gift!!!  Poop sick is what Doll calls the shits.

I want to sleep.

I fucking hate time changes.  Either one of them.  It takes a couple of weeks to get adjusted to the loss of sleep.

I’m going to lay back down.  I think I’ll bake cookies tomorrow.  MMMM..s.

Y’all take care,

Mandy

Ovarian cancer: It whispers, so listen.

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