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my life has been one huge fucked up mess lately.
most of you already know, but here goes:
i found out thursday night that i'm pregnant. at first sam and i were going to keep it, but then we realized that there's no way we can afford to support a child now. but, my mom won't let me abort it, saying its better if i wait it out and chances are i'll miscarry anyway.
sam and i are getting married on sunday, february 27, 2005, at 1pm. those of you who are local better be there.
i'm getting kicked out of my apartment. up till last night, both steve and cristy were being absolute jackasses to me regarding everything. cristy was destroying my shit when i wasn't around, stealing my shit when i was in the shower, and just generally fucking everything up. steve called my mom on friday and told her i was pregnant, when sam and i were going to tell her everything on saturday. sam and i are moving in with my mom, paying her "rent" that she'll put into a bank account for us to use when we move out on our own later.
i've been so sick (both with a really bad cold and morning sickness) for the past 4 days that i haven't been able to work. i've been packing up my shit at the apartment, but i can't lift more than 5 pounds. so that's been interesting.
my last day at work is friday. i should be starting dial america on monday. maybe. if not, thats fine, i know sam has the day off on monday, so we could use the time to get shit straightened out at my moms.
sam might be in a shitload of trouble...i went to pick him up from 32nd st on monday at 330, when he was supposed to get off work. he wasn't there. so i waited. and drove around to another spot he might be. and waited some more. and called him. and waited more. you get the idea. i left around 5pm, after calling his shipmates who's numbers i had. no one had any idea where he went. interesting. so i get home, and matt has no idea where he is either, and he calls other people, still no clue. knowing sam, since he got paid on monday at 9 pm, he probably got a hotel room downtown (like he did last time we were supposed to pick him up and he dissappeared). last time, however, he was late to duty in the morning. yesterday, he had to be on the ship by 7 am, because they were going underway through friday. if he was late, there would be no way he could get on that ship. which translates into him being in an assload of trouble from the navy. not to mention the massive amounts of shit i'll be giving him when i talk to him next. hopefully, he made it to the ship. in which case, i'll just tear him a new asshole about ditching me on valentine's day.
*sigh*
oh how i love pregnancy mood swings.
most of you already know, but here goes:
i found out thursday night that i'm pregnant. at first sam and i were going to keep it, but then we realized that there's no way we can afford to support a child now. but, my mom won't let me abort it, saying its better if i wait it out and chances are i'll miscarry anyway.
sam and i are getting married on sunday, february 27, 2005, at 1pm. those of you who are local better be there.
i'm getting kicked out of my apartment. up till last night, both steve and cristy were being absolute jackasses to me regarding everything. cristy was destroying my shit when i wasn't around, stealing my shit when i was in the shower, and just generally fucking everything up. steve called my mom on friday and told her i was pregnant, when sam and i were going to tell her everything on saturday. sam and i are moving in with my mom, paying her "rent" that she'll put into a bank account for us to use when we move out on our own later.
i've been so sick (both with a really bad cold and morning sickness) for the past 4 days that i haven't been able to work. i've been packing up my shit at the apartment, but i can't lift more than 5 pounds. so that's been interesting.
my last day at work is friday. i should be starting dial america on monday. maybe. if not, thats fine, i know sam has the day off on monday, so we could use the time to get shit straightened out at my moms.
sam might be in a shitload of trouble...i went to pick him up from 32nd st on monday at 330, when he was supposed to get off work. he wasn't there. so i waited. and drove around to another spot he might be. and waited some more. and called him. and waited more. you get the idea. i left around 5pm, after calling his shipmates who's numbers i had. no one had any idea where he went. interesting. so i get home, and matt has no idea where he is either, and he calls other people, still no clue. knowing sam, since he got paid on monday at 9 pm, he probably got a hotel room downtown (like he did last time we were supposed to pick him up and he dissappeared). last time, however, he was late to duty in the morning. yesterday, he had to be on the ship by 7 am, because they were going underway through friday. if he was late, there would be no way he could get on that ship. which translates into him being in an assload of trouble from the navy. not to mention the massive amounts of shit i'll be giving him when i talk to him next. hopefully, he made it to the ship. in which case, i'll just tear him a new asshole about ditching me on valentine's day.
*sigh*
oh how i love pregnancy mood swings.