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- damn these little handheld poker games are addictive. and boy am i glad that it's only points i'm losing, and not real money!
- damn Trik Davis is cute. just sayin'
- damn this caugh i can't seem to shake. i don't feel sick per se, just a caugh. and boogers. and gross shit when i do caugh. maybe i AM sick, but i'll be okay.
- damn the last week of the month. no ciggs, no herbs... no food. i have $4 in food stamps, and almost $2 in change. this is the time where i'm hoping for one of those Biblical miricles, where one day of milk lasts for six. and four slices of bread can feed a ravenous four year old for a week.
- damn you little handheld poker game! *throws it across the room*
- damn, the internet is slow when you're trying to upload things. i'm uploading these Colt Cabana matches for domluver. and why isn't she on my f-list? she's a crazy fangirl, i ought to. remind me to take care of that later.
- damn this program i downloaded, to convert m4a's to mp3's. it has an error after like one song. what do ya want for free?
- damn you little handheld poker game! *retrieves it from the corner* fuck you're addicting.
- damn, just damn.
- damn, these dishes aren't going to wash themselves. i really wish they would though.
- damn, the kid is whining every ten minutes about being hungry. if he ate what i put in front of him, he wouldn't be hungry. i can't explain it to him enough. he wants more of this coffee cake... there's still a big chunk of it on his plate. THERE. IS. NOT. ENOUGH. FOOD. FOR. YOU. TO. BE. WASTING. eat what i put in front of you, or go hungry. SORRY THAT YOU HAVE TO LEARN THESE THINGS, but you ended up with a shitty mother. it's not like i'm feating while he is starving. we all know that's not the case. BUT IT'S FUCKING KILLING ME.
- damn i'm a hypocraite, bitching about being poor, on my computer, sending it over the internet. HOW POOR AM I REALLY? if i were decent, i'd keep that fourty dollars a month and feed my damn kid with it. MOTHER OF THE YEAR.
- damn Trik Davis is cute. just sayin'
- damn this caugh i can't seem to shake. i don't feel sick per se, just a caugh. and boogers. and gross shit when i do caugh. maybe i AM sick, but i'll be okay.
- damn the last week of the month. no ciggs, no herbs... no food. i have $4 in food stamps, and almost $2 in change. this is the time where i'm hoping for one of those Biblical miricles, where one day of milk lasts for six. and four slices of bread can feed a ravenous four year old for a week.
- damn you little handheld poker game! *throws it across the room*
- damn, the internet is slow when you're trying to upload things. i'm uploading these Colt Cabana matches for domluver. and why isn't she on my f-list? she's a crazy fangirl, i ought to. remind me to take care of that later.
- damn this program i downloaded, to convert m4a's to mp3's. it has an error after like one song. what do ya want for free?
- damn you little handheld poker game! *retrieves it from the corner* fuck you're addicting.
- damn, just damn.
- damn, these dishes aren't going to wash themselves. i really wish they would though.
- damn, the kid is whining every ten minutes about being hungry. if he ate what i put in front of him, he wouldn't be hungry. i can't explain it to him enough. he wants more of this coffee cake... there's still a big chunk of it on his plate. THERE. IS. NOT. ENOUGH. FOOD. FOR. YOU. TO. BE. WASTING. eat what i put in front of you, or go hungry. SORRY THAT YOU HAVE TO LEARN THESE THINGS, but you ended up with a shitty mother. it's not like i'm feating while he is starving. we all know that's not the case. BUT IT'S FUCKING KILLING ME.
- damn i'm a hypocraite, bitching about being poor, on my computer, sending it over the internet. HOW POOR AM I REALLY? if i were decent, i'd keep that fourty dollars a month and feed my damn kid with it. MOTHER OF THE YEAR.