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This is the start of my spring break. I was so zonked last night that I fell asleep in my make up. I woke up this morning to my cat Zoe kneeding my back and my kid Chloe yanking at my hand. That actually was a sweet way to wake up. I felt loved.
My sister has come home to visit briefly. She's so in love with her present flame that she talks about him non stop. Our conversations are nothing short of monothematic. Note to Sarah: I am extremely happy for you. I am mostly because you're in love and content with your state of affairs/life. But please as much as I like David and enjoy him as a person talk about something/someone else besides him and the alien wart hog (his ex beast looks like one with that crusty lip piercing). K? Thanks. Additionally when I try to steer the conversation in another direction someway somehow it always leads back to the two. Sorry to call you out on LJ but you're driving me bonkers. No offense David. You're a sweety. Pleasant, funny, kind, generous. All the things that constitute a goody guy. Even though you tower over me and are kind of scary I'd tell you straight up if I had a problem with you. This is in no way directed toward you. This is between me and punchy punch punch puncherson over there. She's just been so repetitious lately. Her own dialog overlaps itself. I'm sure you understand (ex: her hair, clothing, make up, etc). To quote the movie "Pecker".
"Thanks to my sister, who has taught me that life isn't much fun unless you're obsessed." I think that's how it went.
I have a lot to do today. I was supposed to take my sister and her paramour to the beach but I doubt that will materialise. She'll roll out of bed by noon. I am taking my mom to have a procedure done to her back so these cunty doctors can figure out (hopefully for her sake this will be the last) what the fuck has been ailing the poor lady. (Fingers crossed). She's coming home at like 1:30 or so and we're leaving at 2. (cough cough) Thats why dear Sarah I know we're not going to the pit of despair.
Anyhow. My kid's dad gets here Tuesday evening. I have a lot to keep myself busy until then. Cooking. Cleaning. Laundry. Ironing. Gardening. Etc. Happy fun time.
My sister has come home to visit briefly. She's so in love with her present flame that she talks about him non stop. Our conversations are nothing short of monothematic. Note to Sarah: I am extremely happy for you. I am mostly because you're in love and content with your state of affairs/life. But please as much as I like David and enjoy him as a person talk about something/someone else besides him and the alien wart hog (his ex beast looks like one with that crusty lip piercing). K? Thanks. Additionally when I try to steer the conversation in another direction someway somehow it always leads back to the two. Sorry to call you out on LJ but you're driving me bonkers. No offense David. You're a sweety. Pleasant, funny, kind, generous. All the things that constitute a goody guy. Even though you tower over me and are kind of scary I'd tell you straight up if I had a problem with you. This is in no way directed toward you. This is between me and punchy punch punch puncherson over there. She's just been so repetitious lately. Her own dialog overlaps itself. I'm sure you understand (ex: her hair, clothing, make up, etc). To quote the movie "Pecker".
"Thanks to my sister, who has taught me that life isn't much fun unless you're obsessed." I think that's how it went.
I have a lot to do today. I was supposed to take my sister and her paramour to the beach but I doubt that will materialise. She'll roll out of bed by noon. I am taking my mom to have a procedure done to her back so these cunty doctors can figure out (hopefully for her sake this will be the last) what the fuck has been ailing the poor lady. (Fingers crossed). She's coming home at like 1:30 or so and we're leaving at 2. (cough cough) Thats why dear Sarah I know we're not going to the pit of despair.
Anyhow. My kid's dad gets here Tuesday evening. I have a lot to keep myself busy until then. Cooking. Cleaning. Laundry. Ironing. Gardening. Etc. Happy fun time.