i didn't post in here yesterday cause i was fucking mad as hell and who wants to hear me bitch? no one. so i felt much better yesterday after playing ball with multiple doggies and zipping around the city in my trusty honda blaring CCR. yes, that would be Creedence Clearwater Revival.
You cannot be mad and listen to john fogerty wail about bad moons, seeing the rain, and trippin on acid and seeing all the happy creatures dancing on his lawn.
so i feel better. but i still wanna fuck that old man(who pissed me off so badly yesterday) with a bat covered in spikes and nails then bite his fucking throat out.
THAT really makes me feel better.
i read to my toddlers this morning. we had some kids from the union mission come too- thatwas way cool- i think most were from domestic violence homes- DOMESTIC VIOLENCE SUCKS no one should feel afraid at home. no one.
except animal torturers and child abusers- they should be afraid anytime.
i think i forgot to take my meds last night- i only take one a day (two if i'm stressed) but if i forget i get really sick. yes, i get lightheaded, weird and i vomit. my equilibrium gets wayyyyy off and i get so dizzy i can't hold my head up. yay. i feel weird now- i just took one. feeling icky goes away within 15-20 minutes. last time i threw up soup all over my back steps. not fun.
damn- i suck- i had two giftie dollies were supposed to be snt out and now they are for people who my friend is not speaking to... DAMN ME to hell! (hell being in small letters as i really don't believe in a hell but still like to fantasize about a wonderful, special fiery place where you are forever tortured and burning with a fun little devil guy who stabs at souls with his little pitchfork all day)
and i gotta get cocoa a new litter pan (an under the bed container so he doesn't poop everywhere- he loves to sit in it all day!) as i broke his beating the pine dust out of it fromt he litter. D'OH!
so more to do... today.
plus two pet visits this afternoon.
daniel leaves tomorrow and i go to work for 10 hours- eek. long day after being on my own schedule for so long
i will try to finally catch up on everything this weekend.
try is the key word here.
gotta run for now
*smooch*
You cannot be mad and listen to john fogerty wail about bad moons, seeing the rain, and trippin on acid and seeing all the happy creatures dancing on his lawn.
so i feel better. but i still wanna fuck that old man(who pissed me off so badly yesterday) with a bat covered in spikes and nails then bite his fucking throat out.
THAT really makes me feel better.
i read to my toddlers this morning. we had some kids from the union mission come too- thatwas way cool- i think most were from domestic violence homes- DOMESTIC VIOLENCE SUCKS no one should feel afraid at home. no one.
except animal torturers and child abusers- they should be afraid anytime.
i think i forgot to take my meds last night- i only take one a day (two if i'm stressed) but if i forget i get really sick. yes, i get lightheaded, weird and i vomit. my equilibrium gets wayyyyy off and i get so dizzy i can't hold my head up. yay. i feel weird now- i just took one. feeling icky goes away within 15-20 minutes. last time i threw up soup all over my back steps. not fun.
damn- i suck- i had two giftie dollies were supposed to be snt out and now they are for people who my friend is not speaking to... DAMN ME to hell! (hell being in small letters as i really don't believe in a hell but still like to fantasize about a wonderful, special fiery place where you are forever tortured and burning with a fun little devil guy who stabs at souls with his little pitchfork all day)
and i gotta get cocoa a new litter pan (an under the bed container so he doesn't poop everywhere- he loves to sit in it all day!) as i broke his beating the pine dust out of it fromt he litter. D'OH!
so more to do... today.
plus two pet visits this afternoon.
daniel leaves tomorrow and i go to work for 10 hours- eek. long day after being on my own schedule for so long
i will try to finally catch up on everything this weekend.
try is the key word here.
gotta run for now
*smooch*
when i was younger and involved with my parent's baptist church, i used to do mission work in slums all over the US, and i agree with you, you can totally tell the kids that are from worried homes.....and it is sad....and it made me sad and glad to be around them....mostly just sad when i had to let them leave and go back home. i learned how to juggle and do magic tricks and act silly. i would just try and get them to laugh at me for as long as possible. i hated the fact that i knew they wouldnt laugh for long. it was like the only laughs they knew were accusatory and angry laughs....they didnt know how to laugh and be laughing for the sake of laughing.....or maybe that doesnt make sense....
nonetheless....
yer good for doing that stuff
dont throw up.