TYPOS AND FLUBBY WUBS!

 

 so yeah… I’m totally gonna let baboo open the box and everything, but it’s gonna KILL ME TO WAIT!!!

what if he’s super mean and like… doesn’t give it to me today! I’ll die!!!!

I’ve been dreaming about it.

I feel like the most lucky girl in the world.

I wanna strut around and say I’M ENGAGED, LOOK AT ME! SOMEONE LOVES ME WHEEEE.

I’ms uch a dumb girl.

why do we need rings?

I could have done that without a ring.

but I’m a girl.

and that’s what girls like.

so suck it.

ahhhhhhhh.

it still hasn’t gotten to the house, though my brother is home now so he can snag it up right away.

I have a sinking feeling it’s gonna wait till after 7 like the last time! fooey!

but as long as it comes…

ohhhhh!!!!!

*twirl*

I’m really sick of everything today, on the other hand.

I want to go home.

I have 14 more minutes of all this habadashery!

So blah blah ramble scramble.

mmm scrambled eggs…

I forgot to take my potassium supplement at lunch. gotta have it at dinner.

blah!

my foot is feeling all restricted in my shoe.

it’s buggin the crappity crip shit smackety smack out of me!

I keep looseni9ng it, but that bugs me too.

WHY IS MY FOOT IN A PAIN IN THE ASS.

and i’m not even kicking myself.

ANYWAY…

nanowrimo… i still don’t know what to doooo.

i wish i could write about a zombie half elven prostitute thief who is surviving a zombie apocalypse… but that’s just not my style.

do i take myself too seriously?

i don’t know…

you know what i hate? when I get my stack of evil paper doom down to a small pile of evil paper doom and then it just replenishes and GROWS.

I should do more paint pics!

 

and remember how I said I wanted to play the Sims this weekend?

not gonna happen because…

Saturday I have to go to my parents for the morning, then home to get read to go watch a movie in a cemetary (instead of trick or treating cuz my kids were bad, but they still get to do something so….), then back home and then out again to a costume party (where I am dressing up as nothing, because I have no costume and really no clothes, and going as a jiggly nudist just wouldn’t be a good idea. I bounce around the idea of going as a pregnant woman, but that wouldn’t be fun…)… which will last until 2… and I can’t even drink cuz I have to drive a stupid long distance to get there and back.

Then sunday there isn’t anything but  giant horrid house to clean. My tolerance has been reached and I simply must do some major cleaning that I usually avoid… like mopping the stupid wooden floors (sometimes I wish I had carpet, cuz vacuuming doesn’t bug me as much as lugging a stupid mop and a bucket and water sloshing everywhere!) and scrubbing tubs and stuff.

Though last night I was doing dishes and my lower back went crazy on me after 10 minutes. My lower back hates me. It hates standing. It hates working. It’s mean and needs to quit cuz I’m gonna get pregnant and it’s gonna hold up a damn pregnant belly and LIKE IT!!!!

uhh

what was i talking about?

i don’t remember.

its time for me to go home.

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