yuck
my stomach is hurting bad. i'm going to start my period, i can tell. but i shouldn't be having it again already... it just ended about 2 weeks ago.
i thought i was pregnant there for awhile. super tired, tender breasts, stomach hurting once in awhile, feeling nauseas at times... unfortunately, it appear as though i am not.
yesterday i was super cranky. work has been sucking lately. but it's because i'm becoming depressed. i can feel it deep inside... i'm keeping to myself at work more. not really talking much to anyone that i normally hang out with. but that's ok. usually suits me just fine. i think i'm going to eat my lunch in the car today. maybe start writing in my real journal again. it's been over a year and a half now.
i don't know. yesterday people really pissed me off. they asked me what i did for my "honey moon". i told them that we stayed in a nice hotel and hung out in the hot tub or watched tv. russ hadn't slep all night so he slept a bit. then later we had went and got KFC for dinner (we eat out at all the restaurants here all the time) and later on that night were bored as hell so we went to wal-mart (of all places) and got a few board games.
then we played monopoly and clue. it was fun. i had a good time. i mean, we still had sex and did normal honey-mooning things, but they were like "you played monopoly? haven't you ever heard of body painting? and whipped cream? you should have went to the video store and gotten some movies or some toys". i'm like... "we don't do that kinda thing... "
and that sent them off even more. it's like they were in their own world of what "katie and russell should have done on their honey-moon night". and it seriously pissed me off.
so i turned around and started talking to some people that were sitting behind me. yeah... i'm pretty sure that i am going to sit in the truck today... sometimes people aggravate me beyond belief.
russ asked me why i was so cranky yesterday while we were driving back from his mom's house. i kinda snapped a little. i was like "i'm fucking stressed out and frustrated!" he says "what do you have to be stressed about?"
"you don't have a fucking job. i have to work every damn day so that we can have SOME kind of money and then it doesn't even cover HALF of the bills that we have. and then i have to deal with brad's fucking ass becasue you don't have a job so we can somehow make ends meet, but that doesn't work either! because he never pays us what he owes us on time or otherwise... i'm sick of it!"
when i started mentioning his job situation he groaned like "not this again". but how can you sit there and promise me that if we get the truck he will hardcore look for a job? how can you sit around the house all day and not look for a job? how can you? brad is here and could drive him to put applications in or something, come on! be a fucking grown-up. do something with your life. don't sit around and wait for me to mother you. i'm not your mother... i'm your wife.
i thought i was pregnant there for awhile. super tired, tender breasts, stomach hurting once in awhile, feeling nauseas at times... unfortunately, it appear as though i am not.
yesterday i was super cranky. work has been sucking lately. but it's because i'm becoming depressed. i can feel it deep inside... i'm keeping to myself at work more. not really talking much to anyone that i normally hang out with. but that's ok. usually suits me just fine. i think i'm going to eat my lunch in the car today. maybe start writing in my real journal again. it's been over a year and a half now.
i don't know. yesterday people really pissed me off. they asked me what i did for my "honey moon". i told them that we stayed in a nice hotel and hung out in the hot tub or watched tv. russ hadn't slep all night so he slept a bit. then later we had went and got KFC for dinner (we eat out at all the restaurants here all the time) and later on that night were bored as hell so we went to wal-mart (of all places) and got a few board games.
then we played monopoly and clue. it was fun. i had a good time. i mean, we still had sex and did normal honey-mooning things, but they were like "you played monopoly? haven't you ever heard of body painting? and whipped cream? you should have went to the video store and gotten some movies or some toys". i'm like... "we don't do that kinda thing... "
and that sent them off even more. it's like they were in their own world of what "katie and russell should have done on their honey-moon night". and it seriously pissed me off.
so i turned around and started talking to some people that were sitting behind me. yeah... i'm pretty sure that i am going to sit in the truck today... sometimes people aggravate me beyond belief.
russ asked me why i was so cranky yesterday while we were driving back from his mom's house. i kinda snapped a little. i was like "i'm fucking stressed out and frustrated!" he says "what do you have to be stressed about?"
"you don't have a fucking job. i have to work every damn day so that we can have SOME kind of money and then it doesn't even cover HALF of the bills that we have. and then i have to deal with brad's fucking ass becasue you don't have a job so we can somehow make ends meet, but that doesn't work either! because he never pays us what he owes us on time or otherwise... i'm sick of it!"
when i started mentioning his job situation he groaned like "not this again". but how can you sit there and promise me that if we get the truck he will hardcore look for a job? how can you sit around the house all day and not look for a job? how can you? brad is here and could drive him to put applications in or something, come on! be a fucking grown-up. do something with your life. don't sit around and wait for me to mother you. i'm not your mother... i'm your wife.