It pisses me off when I get a guilt trip for something that's not even my fault. You call me when you're leaving then rant about why I'm not there. How am I supposed to know you were there? Why is it that your girlfriend knew for 3 days and I'm hearing about it now? How is it that you're choosing her before me? Always...?

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Sometimes I forget that I can write freely and make my posts private. I think that if I remember that tidbit of information, I'd probably update more often. Probably. Who knows?

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Finally, after nearly 8 months, we've found out. It's a girl!


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You know what I hate? I mean, I hate a lot of things. People, arrogance, people, lies, onions, people... you get it. But another thing that I really hate is ultimatums. Like, seriously. Who are you to give me an ultimatum... and then act like I'm being a pain by not complying to your ultimatum? Seriously? Did you just meet me? Have you ( Read more... )

Baby still has it's legs crossed. I got paranoid. Is that shit even normal? Is it normal to keep your legs crossed for 6 months? Seriously? Mom also said she was worried, but I asked my doctor and she said it's fine. Its still small so it stays however its comfortable. In the next few months, it will start moving and kicking in ways you have ( Read more... )

- Leave me a comment saying "Trek rehab".
- I'll respond by asking you five questions so I can get to know you better.
- Update your journal with the answers to the questions.
- Include this explanation in the post and offer to ask other people questions.

( Gogogogogo! )

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Today is my birthday.  Happy birthday.  Chris worked this morning.

So it started out with a phone call from dad waking me up.  Yay.  Then a movie.  Opened up my gift from Jeremy.  Then I watched another movie.  Got a call from Jeremy.  Yay.  Around 5 Chris came home.  It was lonely today.  My uncle called around 8:30.

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So sad. Sad. Sad. Sad. I can't get over it. So sad. Sad, sad, sad.

I'm going to give myself an ulcer, cancer, or some horrid shit just because of this anxiety.

God this sucks.

-Monica

ps- One day, I'll write a normal journal entry lol. Forgive the the suicidal emo undertones haha.