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David, I can't even begin to reply to your comment, except that to say of course it's not my stomach, why would I want to use my flabby, lumpy stomach with my stretched skin hanging over my underwear and red stretch marks everywhere - especially the one running from just under my belly button to my pubic hair making it look like I have a mega extended vagina? Why would I use that for my userpic? Of course I'd be much happier to use someone elses probably anorexic flat hairless toned stomach, duh. Wait, I don't think your comment had anything to do with that, but anyway.
Tomorrow I'm going to UWA to get a printed out thinger with my uni grades on there, so I can enrol in a Bachelor of Education (Primary) at Murdoch Uni. I can't wait to do a BEd, I think about it every day. I'm so excited. Anyway it'll be hard taking Leith in, especially when it's rainy, and I'm dreading trying to figure out a place to feed him and change him if I need to. I might use the Arts common room.
I really need to move out of home. I mean, come on, I have a fucking child and a de facto partner and I'm STILL LIVING WITH MY FUCKING PARENTS. It's not just that. It's that I get anxious about doing the housework because if I don't do it before my parents come home I know they'll yell at me. And it's stupid to get anxious about doing housework, it's fucking easy, all you have to do is DO IT then it's done and you can get onto the next batch of fucking endless housework. God, I'm so glad we use disposable nappies, I can't imagine having to deal with cloth nappies, I can hardly even deal with all the dirty bibs we have to clean every day let alone pooey disgusting smelly nappies... bitch whinge bitch bitch whinge poo face whinge bitch.
Sooo crap. I'm having a bad day.
Tomorrow I'm going to UWA to get a printed out thinger with my uni grades on there, so I can enrol in a Bachelor of Education (Primary) at Murdoch Uni. I can't wait to do a BEd, I think about it every day. I'm so excited. Anyway it'll be hard taking Leith in, especially when it's rainy, and I'm dreading trying to figure out a place to feed him and change him if I need to. I might use the Arts common room.
I really need to move out of home. I mean, come on, I have a fucking child and a de facto partner and I'm STILL LIVING WITH MY FUCKING PARENTS. It's not just that. It's that I get anxious about doing the housework because if I don't do it before my parents come home I know they'll yell at me. And it's stupid to get anxious about doing housework, it's fucking easy, all you have to do is DO IT then it's done and you can get onto the next batch of fucking endless housework. God, I'm so glad we use disposable nappies, I can't imagine having to deal with cloth nappies, I can hardly even deal with all the dirty bibs we have to clean every day let alone pooey disgusting smelly nappies... bitch whinge bitch bitch whinge poo face whinge bitch.
Sooo crap. I'm having a bad day.