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So, I was doing my best to try to get along with Casey and I just don't think I have it in me anymore. I don't trust him. I never know if he is telling me the truth or lying. Some days he seems to have it all togeather and others... it's just the same ol' shit. Can anyone tell me why I bother? I mean, I know I try as hard as I do for Hailey, but that can only last so long. Casey's mom came to get Hailey this morning and she and Casey were supposed to bring her home. Casey wasn't there. I don't need anyone to tell me that he didn't see her today. I am not that thick. I guess I just had so much hope that he would snap out of his me, me, me world and WANT to spend more time with his daughter. Oh well, you know what they say: You can lead a horse to water but if he's a fucking dumb ass you would be better off just shooting him in the fucking head and drinking the water yourself.
On a lighter note, I am about 10 pounds from my goal weight. The only bad thing about that is that my clothes are hanging off me. I still have all my pre-Hailey clothes but not to many of them are good for work. I did find a dress my mom bought me right after I had Hailey. I guess she was telling me in her own way that I was fat at the time cause it is a small. I am going to wear it to my office Christmas party. I look pretty damn hot in it if I do say so my self, and I did just say so, so deal with it or fuck off.
I need more friends. Dirty nasty friends who I can tell my dirty nasty secrets to and never have to worry about what they will think of me. I also need some balls. Some big hairy ones so I can throw them in the faces of people I need to stand up to. Kind of like "talk to the hand", ya know? Instead it would be: Talk to my big hairy balls, mutha fuckers!!! The only problem is that *most* balls come with men attatched. Lying, cheating, stealing, asshole MEN!! No offense to the 6 or 7 of you out there that my statement does not apply to. You know who you are, and so do I, but I am not a kiss and tell kinda girl.
Well, I feel a bit better after my minor (and it was MINOR) outburst, so I am gonna go for now. Have a super night everyone. I know I will ;0)
On a lighter note, I am about 10 pounds from my goal weight. The only bad thing about that is that my clothes are hanging off me. I still have all my pre-Hailey clothes but not to many of them are good for work. I did find a dress my mom bought me right after I had Hailey. I guess she was telling me in her own way that I was fat at the time cause it is a small. I am going to wear it to my office Christmas party. I look pretty damn hot in it if I do say so my self, and I did just say so, so deal with it or fuck off.
I need more friends. Dirty nasty friends who I can tell my dirty nasty secrets to and never have to worry about what they will think of me. I also need some balls. Some big hairy ones so I can throw them in the faces of people I need to stand up to. Kind of like "talk to the hand", ya know? Instead it would be: Talk to my big hairy balls, mutha fuckers!!! The only problem is that *most* balls come with men attatched. Lying, cheating, stealing, asshole MEN!! No offense to the 6 or 7 of you out there that my statement does not apply to. You know who you are, and so do I, but I am not a kiss and tell kinda girl.
Well, I feel a bit better after my minor (and it was MINOR) outburst, so I am gonna go for now. Have a super night everyone. I know I will ;0)