07/21/2009

I should write, but I don’t feel like it.  I’m so damn tired. 

I hate Chemistry.  Rate of reaction and chemical equilibrium are not interesting. 

English is dragging on.  The Story of an Hour may possibably be the most boring story ever written.

My child is a horrible demon when she comes back from Shithead’s.  I despise him.  She was running a 101.2 fever Snday.  I texted him to ask if someone had a bug over there and I got some bullshi answer about how she is always sick and I need to take her to a doctor.  I replied that he needed to get a real job with real insurance.  We aren’t friends anymore.  Why did he just figure that out?  I thought three women ago ended it for me.

Brandy’s baby shower is the 8th.  Y’all have an open invitation.  It would be nice if there were some people there I liked.  She is almost 33 weeks.  I’m betting she makes it to 37 or 38.  Her doctor is all about a c-setion.  I so am not liking him pushing her for surgery.  A scapel happy man irks me.  And my c-setion was okay, but the healing sucks ass.

Umm… what else?

I have a fucking hickey on my shoulder.  I told William next time we go out I was going to wear a tank top and flinch when he came near me.  Its in poor taste, I know, but damn, i told him he’s not a Hoover.  Stop attacking my capillaries. 

I have really adorable pics from the Fourth.  Maybe I’ll put those up this week.  Some crazy woman said I don’t put up enough pics.

This is way too long now.  I’m going to bed. 

Y’all take care,

Mandy

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