PARASITE
Now, I’ve never been one to hold back and I hope that’s something that has kept you with me over the last year and a half. Most or all of you know I had a son five months ago (Kyle Reece). I’m going to use this week to talk about how I feel about being a mother. But first, three things;
1. I am not Kathy Lee. This journal will not turn into a blog about my son. I will not continually gush and I will not continually post pictures of Kyle. This was of course a big change in my life. But those of you ready to tune out because the new posts are not funny, fucked up shit like usual need to calm the fuck down and keep checking back.
2. What I’m going to tell you in these up coming posts is honest. I am going to explain how I felt at times when life wasn’t at its best. Having a son did NOT complete me as a person. You may not like what I have to say. If you’re going to become all righteous on me then stop here. This doesn’t mean you can’t tell me you disagree or might be upset about things I’m saying. But it does mean that I hope you won’t think I’m a bad person. If you opened up on here about all of your dark places I might think differently of you also. Try not to judge too harshly.
3. These posts will not consist on how my vagina looks now, how my boobs sag (they don’t) or what it felt like having him push his way outta my body. Remember who I am and give me some fucking credit! I won’t get graphic on you and I don’t think gross = funny when it comes to this kinda thing. Now, when I talk about dipping your balls in sour cream and squatting in a room full of kittens, that shit is good.
RECOMMENDATIONS:
Music: December Underground - AFI
Movie: X-Men: The Last Stand (FUCK all you crybaby fanboys!)
Television: Kathy Griffin - My Life on the D-List (Bravo)
Book: The Rising - Brian Keene
1. I am not Kathy Lee. This journal will not turn into a blog about my son. I will not continually gush and I will not continually post pictures of Kyle. This was of course a big change in my life. But those of you ready to tune out because the new posts are not funny, fucked up shit like usual need to calm the fuck down and keep checking back.
2. What I’m going to tell you in these up coming posts is honest. I am going to explain how I felt at times when life wasn’t at its best. Having a son did NOT complete me as a person. You may not like what I have to say. If you’re going to become all righteous on me then stop here. This doesn’t mean you can’t tell me you disagree or might be upset about things I’m saying. But it does mean that I hope you won’t think I’m a bad person. If you opened up on here about all of your dark places I might think differently of you also. Try not to judge too harshly.
3. These posts will not consist on how my vagina looks now, how my boobs sag (they don’t) or what it felt like having him push his way outta my body. Remember who I am and give me some fucking credit! I won’t get graphic on you and I don’t think gross = funny when it comes to this kinda thing. Now, when I talk about dipping your balls in sour cream and squatting in a room full of kittens, that shit is good.
RECOMMENDATIONS:
Music: December Underground - AFI
Movie: X-Men: The Last Stand (FUCK all you crybaby fanboys!)
Television: Kathy Griffin - My Life on the D-List (Bravo)
Book: The Rising - Brian Keene